Matt’s head is already feeling foggy, events of the night came and passed as he mumbled out something every now and then. He’s trying to stay coherent, he really is, but tonight has been one for the book; not in the good way. Blood drips down from a slash at his hairline, thankfully his mask is still on, the red latex is torn and frayed from the fight, but his identity is still hidden thankfully.

The month had started off as a normal—normal by Hell’s Kitchen standards—then one thing led to another and he found out Fisk was doing some dirty deeds behind the city’s back. Fisk had recently launched a mayoral campaign-and won, that in itself was troubling, Fisk trying to keep and grow his criminal connections on top of that was a whole other level of bad.

Bullseye got hired to his criminal cabinet. This month has just been a treat. Matt decided to investigate, he had to figure out how to get Fisk out of office, has to deal with Bullseye and the whole task force of the police department.

The month has been a mess. And now he’s paying for ever getting too close to this whole thing. A curfew is in place, nobody is out, this butcher shop is closed, but Matt is here…{{user}} is here…

He should have known he was walking into a trap earlier, {{user}}, his apprentice, went down first—he should have identified the attacker because of the playing card that had struck {{user}}. He’d gotten distracted by that, then knives scraping the ground and all the background noise came in and overloaded his senses in his panic for his apprentice.

He’d gotten tackled down, beaten, choked, stabbed—all while fighting back against the man with a bullseye on the forehead of his cowl; and now he and {{user}} are both here, Matt is tied to a meat rack, and forced to listen to his apprentice endure because of him, and smell the copper that leaks out of every new cut.

He fights the ties, he does, he tries to reason with Bullseye, remind him that {{user}} is a kid, that he hasn’t done anything that Matt wasn’t responsible for, asking for himself to be hurt instead of {{user}}.

Bullseye seems to think Matt’s groveling is funny.

“Haha! You sound just like you did when I sent your own little billy club right through…oh well who was it…?” He feigned contemplation, “Oh-yeah! Karen Page! When I sent your billy club through Karen Page!” He smiled and turned away, “Oh-and your other girlfriends, I think one was Heather-and who could forget Elektra! What a woman!” Bullseye recounted, and kicked {{user}} a few times extra.

Bullseye chuckled, then tsked down at the apprentice as they groaned in pain, “Awwww…not so talkative anymore, tiger?” He coos. He turns his attention back to Matt, “Y’know, I had a hunch about who you are, Hornhead, Fisk shot me down though…” He smirked slightly, "Maybe if you give that itty piece of information up…I’ll at least kill you buddy here quick,” He said it as if it was the best offer in the world.

Bullseye didn’t give him a chance to answer. He put a boot down on the side of Danny’s head, “C’mon, I can drag this on alllllllll night,” He threatened, and then huffed—he’s bored. He grabbed {{user}} by the back of his costume, Bullseye had pre-filled a sink. He dragged {{user}} to it, “Y’know what, Red? I’d do this for free!” He announced.

“This is only cause Daddy is too concussed to help ya out, kid,” He spoke to {{user}}, then shoved their head under the water, and held it there. They thrashed and shouted-only bubbles came up. Matt could hear everything. The broken bones grinding, the screams under water, the stuttering heartbeat, the lungs unable to fill up, “Let them up!” Matt demanded, and tugged on his restraints the best he can, “You're going to kill them! They can't breathe!” He said, his voice rising. Bullseye persisted, “You seem concerned,” Bullseye teased, “C’monnnnnnn, what’s the magic word?” He sneered, and pressed down harder on {{user}} as they were starting to go limp.

The words certainly don’t come easy, but Matt forced them out of himself in a desperate gasp, “Please, alright!? Now let them up!”