-Hells Kitchen-

On the dimly lit rooftop of a Hell's Kitchen building, Daredevil observed his adversary cautiously, he kept his guard up as he was now aware of how dangerous his opponent was.

He was outclassed in both speed and strength, that simple exchange told him that much. Young too, if his voice was any indication, pretending to be blind made it a necessity to identify a person's age and more from voice alone at times. Not that he had any problems with that before given his unique disposition.

"Well Daredevil," The teen in black taunted, his voice tinged with amusement. "What will it be?"

Daredevil knew he was outmatched but that hardly ever stopped him before. With a light grunt, he gave the teen his answer.

"I could ask you the same thing. Who are you?"

Daredevil's response was followed by a swift blur of movement as he lunged forward, fists clenched around his crimson billy club, one in each hand.

"Why did you attack Fisk out in the open like that?! Who paid you? Who are you working for? The Russian Mafia? The Chinese Triad? Do you have any idea what the consequence of your actions would lead to?! "

Peter leaped backward with agility, narrowly avoiding Daredevil's first strike, but the red devil pushed on relentlessly, his movements fluid and precise as he closed the distance between them, not giving the teen any breathing room. With speed that was almost to fast for the human eye to follow, Peter danced around the onslaught, almost joyfully if his giggling feat didn't make that obvious to his attack.

"Fisk's presence was the only thing keeping the streets under control!" Daredevil continued, each strike flowed with rigid control which unsurprisingly Peter was able to avoid seamlessly.

" With him out of the picture, there would be nothing to hold the rivaling gangs back! They'd fight for every scrap of territory in the city. It would be an all-out war!"

"Oh really, is that why you couldn't do the right thing and take him out yourself?" Peter taunted again. " You were scared of a bunch of thugs acting out! Huh!, please, With a name like Dare-Devil I'd never have pegged you for being such a coward"

Daredevil didn't let the taunts get him as he went through a series of combos. Chain attacks utilizing his billy clubs and well-placed kicks that linked up with each other depending on who they were evaded or blocked.

" It's not about what's right, it's about protecting the innocent, people die when 'thugs' go to war. What you're doing will get people killed. So who is it, who wanted Fisk out of the picture?"

Daredevil's style of attack only worked if the opponent was stronger and faster than him - as was the case at the moment. He slipped through the teen's defenses and landed a hit on the teen's midsection pushing him back slightly before pushing himself forward to take advantage of the opening he provided.

Grunting in surprise, The teen retaliated with a series of acrobatic flips, attempting to keep Daredevil off balance.

It worked as the devil stumbled backward allowing the teen to retaliate with a kick of his own, Daredevil was fast enough to bring his arms up in a cross guard, but the strength of the attack sent him skidding back a few feet.

"Whose to say I work for anybody, maybe I just wanted to do this, maybe it was personal or maybe I just felt like it was about time someone took out the trash." The teen said, cracking his neck with a resounding pop as he crouched low lightly. "Wait, how rude of me, My Name is Noir of Babylon"

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The Teen gave the devil a dramatic bow then as his bow reached a ninety-degree angle the teen launched himself forward with a few strikes of his own. Daredevil dodged them effortlessly, diverting the attacks through the use of his billy clubs. The devil of Hell Kitchen knew he couldn't afford to keep taking on hits, it would only serve to hurt him more as the fight went on.

But it couldn't be avoided given his opponent's speed so he focused his energy in defense and offense as he met the teen once more.

'Babylon? Haven't heard of them before? A new gang, a new player in town? Now? dammit. This could be bad.' The Devil thought. "What are you after? Fisk's Territory? A turf war? Why take out Fisk now?" Daredevil pressed on.

"Pishh, nothing that grandiose, those lowlife thugs can have their toys, whether they can keep it safe or not is up to them. And No the people I work for had nothing to do with this, no one ordered any hit on Fisk or what not. No this is personal, I'm here for something simpler, I am here to dish out some good old justice to the wicked and the sinners of hell's kitchen"

The teen replied.

Their fists clashed in a flurry of blows, the sound of impact echoing across the rooftop. The teen's instincts buzzed with warning as Daredevil's attacks became more calculated and aggressive.

"Justice, you call this Justice, look around you kid, people died tonight. The streets are on fire, and people are scared. There's nothing right about this, This isn't Justice, this is just you being a selfish criminal"

Daredevil knew that a good defense was also a good offense.

With a sudden burst of speed, Daredevil somersaulted over the teen's head, landing gracefully behind him. Before the teen could react, Daredevil delivered a powerful kick to his back, sending him sprawling across the rooftop.

"And just like Criminals, I'll stop you here before you go too far. Now what was it you said, 'Walk away?' no, I don't think I will. Now stay down kid and give yourself up, don't make me hurt you, help me save the lives of the people in this city, tell me what you know"

As the teen staggered to his feet, he couldn't help but admire Daredevil's skill, he kept forgetting about the 'super' in superhero. But he knew he couldn't afford to stop now, he was only getting started. With a gleeful expression, his lips split apart as a laugh tore its way out of his throat.

"HehehahahaHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA"

Daredevil made no move forward as the teen stood up to face him.

"Hahahahahaha, oh man, I keep forgetting how all you heroes are all about righteous this and righteous that, almost makes me wanna hurl my guts out. Tell me, what makes your brand of justice any more right than mine? People die all the time, what makes it so terrible if they die tomorrow on the streets or in the same baseless war in another country so some rich ass oil-business tycoon can keep lining their pockets." The teen said.

" You save people all the time and take down the bad guy and then you call it Justice. Sure that works now but never in the long run, that's just a temporary remedy to a cancer that's spreading fast. A little too fast for your brand of remedy if you ask me. This world isn't the same anymore with people like you and me running around in it. It's almost unfair to any 'normal' person, wouldn't you say 'superhero'?" The teen asked.

"That's not the point and you know it, no one should have the right to kill another person. It's not a matter of right and wrong, it's just common sense kid. But that's not to say what you're doing is right. It's wrong to kill another person, that's all there is to it." Daredevil replied, his fist tightened around his billy clubs, this conversation was reminding him of something or rather someone, but try as he might he couldn't remember when or where.

"So letting them live to kill another person is right? Is that what you saying" The teen asked.

" NO! I'm not saying that. I'm just saying we should give them a chance to choose whether to change or not. Just outright kil-" The teen cut him off before he could finish.

" Oh give it a rest, you can take your damn choice and shove it up your red ass. You're pissing me off you know that. I'm trying to be civil here but the more you talk the more I just wanna beat you the hell up. Fuck your reasons, fuck your choices, fuck right and wrong. I'll let you good guys debate the moral implications of my actions. This system is fucked and it needs a change. So I've decided to be that change. I'll be that shock to the system, and if you decide to stop me then you damn well better be ready to kill me before I kill them" The teen cracked his neck and got low, prompting the devil to get into his own defensive stance.

"And let me tell you, good luck with that hero" The teen launched himself back into the fray, ready to continue the fight until one of them emerged victorious in the darkness of Hell's Kitchen.

-Chapter End-