Matt hasn’t been this stressed in a very long time. He hasn’t slept, hasn’t ate, hasn’t been showing up at the office, and has many missed calls from Karen and Foggy. He can’t find them, hasn’t heard them. He’s already failed one apprentice, Sam…he won’t let anything like that happen again.

Ever since two weeks ago, when Matt found {{user}}’s place (if you could even call it that) in a mess with furniture overturned and papers and cloths scattered everywhere, blood on the door handle; that had nearly made his heart stop.

The only clues left in the air was the smell of leather, blood, spit, and metal.

He had a few people he could guess would do something like this, it was only a matter of guessing if an enemy of Matt Murdock, or and enemy of Daredevil had done this. He makes plenty of people mad by winning cases as a lawyer. But even worse people have a vendetta against him as Daredevil.

He doubts any common street thug with a grudge against Matt could of taken that kid on. Sure, {{user}} still had a lot of room to grow in their training, but they definitely weren’t a pushover. So that led Matt to believe that someone with more man power, the ability to buy more muscle, had to of done this.

And with a certain Wilson Fisk campaigning for Mayor of New York…Matt had a feeling Fisk would want a few less people stirring up trouble for him. Even if that meant taking {{user}} to draw Matt into the light.

He had to get some help seeing what buildings Fisk owned, which weren’t in use or were running criminal operations through them.

He hit them up one by one as Daredevil, searching them top to bottom, taking out anybody who was there, and shutting them down with the cops.

Each one he went to was devoid of {{user}}.

This one, this one is different though. He can sense more people inside this one, their heartbeats and breaths. They’ve got guns, he can hear them clicking and clinking even from outside.

Obviously, he’s going to check it out.

He hits that place like a wrecking ball. The guards didn’t even know what hit them, and before any of them new it, they were knocked out. One tried to run away, talking panicked to his radio before a billy club bounced off the wall and then into his temple. He crumbled immediately.

Matt picked his weapon back up, starting his ears for that familiar heartbeat that he hasn’t heard in too long.

Their here, his ears pick up on it without all the extra movement of the guards, he follows it quickly, running up the stairs of the warehouse, “{{user}}!” He shouts, listening again, “I’m here! I here! Where are you?” He calls out again. Panic and relief tighten his chest. What if their hurt, what if some hung really bad happened, what if….