Building to building he went, soaring over gaps, scaling ledges and fire escapes where necessary or using the wires that connected two buildings in conjunction with his billy-club to slide quickly over greater distances.
Barely a sound could be heard when he finally came to a halt on the third-top floor of the building that he was targeting. A sharp rap on the fire-escape with his baton had him tilting his head as he 'watched' the vibrations run up and down the metal and echoing throughout the alley.
A small smile lit his face as he 'saw' that the window that he was aiming for had been left open. Stepping out, Daredevil dropped, quickly falling past floor after floor.
A hand snapped out. A twirl, a twist and Daredevil landed in a crouch on the correct landing. The smallest sound, an intake of breath, told him that his quarry was at home. Instantly, the window was pushed up and Daredevil stepped inside.
And then it was a case of dodging to the left to avoid the kick thrown at his head. A step backwards had the fist aimed at his head sailing past his face. Then there was a flurry of hands and feet, all geared towards blocking everything that the girl was throwing at him.
Hand.
Foot.
Knee.
Backwards flip.
Forearm block.
Forearm block.
Duck.
There was no doubt that the girl was good. Too good. She'd had training and a lot of it with how accurate the flurry of strikes and kicks were aimed. Not fighting back was actually starting to hinder him and he took a well-placed kick to the upper thigh that had him grunting,
"I'm not here to hurt you," Daredevil growled.
Hardy didn't answer verbally, merely increased the tempo of her attack.
Deciding that he'd had enough, Daredevil changed tactics. Her next punch was caught, as was her next kick. Then, using the momentum that she'd used, he pulled her off of her remaining foot, spun her around and threw her onto the nearby couch.
"I'm not here to hurt you," he repeated forcefully.
"Then why are you here," the girl spat. "Breaking into my home in your masked costume doesn't scream 'innocent intentions'."
"You're right, it doesn't," Daredevil replied. "Nevertheless, I only want to ask you a couple of questions and then I'll leave."
He could tell that she was shifting about, getting into a position that would allow her to relaunch an attack.
"What?" she asked, but he could tell that it was merely a stalling tactic.
"Why were you really at Broadshaw's apartment?" Daredevil asked.
"Broadshaw? What do you know about that?" she asked, his question momentarily stilling her.
"I know that you didn't kill him. I also know that you went back there three nights ago. What I want to know is why," Daredevil stated.
"What are you going to do? Arrest me for breaking and entering?" she sneered.
"Do I look like the police?" Daredevil snapped back. "Now. Why?"
"You wouldn't believe me," she sighed.
"Try me," Daredevil said, letting his body drop into a less confrontational pose.
"You're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, so you know about the Kingpin?" Hardy half-asked and half-stated.
"I know about the Kingpin," Daredevil confirmed in a growl.
"Broadshaw had something. Something that Kingpin needed for one of his operations," Hardy stated.
Daredevil took a couple of menacing steps towards the couch. "You work for the Kingpin!"
"No! Never! The man had my father arrested and thrown into prison. I'd never work for him!" Felicia snapped back.
"Then what were you doing at Broadshaw's apartment?" Daredevil asked.
"Getting the thing that Kingpin needed out of his reach," she replied.
"What was it?" Daredevil asked.
The sound of her hair dragging against the back of the chair told him that she was still looking for a way out of her predicament.
"I can help. I want Kingpin taken down as well," Daredevil stated.
The smallest of sighs told him that he'd gained a measure of trust, however small that was.
"An industrial-grade diamond. One of the largest in the world," she finally admitted.
"What was Kingpin going to use it for?" Daredevil asked.
"No idea. I'd just heard that he needed it for something big and important," Felicia replied.
"Where is it now?" he asked.
"Out of Kingpin's reach," she replied emphatically and he could tell that that was one question that she wouldn't answer.
"Do you know who did kill Broadshaw?" he asked.
"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "My guess would be someone else who'd heard about the diamond. It was under some serious security."
"Does Kingpin know that you've got the diamond?" Daredevil asked.
"No. I covered my tracks. There's nothing that would lead anyone back to me."
"Except for the fact that you've been charged with murdering Broadshaw," Daredevil countered.
A swish of air told him that she waved off that notion. "My defence is solid."
"Let's hope so. For now, I suggest that you don't do anything that would attract anyone else's attention. I'll be watching," he stated.
Then, before she could reply, he took two quick steps backwards and dove out of the window.
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Being out this late at night, alone, in Central Park, would be sure to freak out a lot of people. Especially teenaged girls like her. But not Doreen. She had a few aces up her sleeve that meant that, while she didn't advertise her presence, she still felt confident enough to walk about under, well, normally she'd say 'the stars' but the city lights prevented ninety percent of them from being seen.
She'd been out for a couple of hours now, visiting mostly, but also enjoying the chance to connect some with nature. That was the one downside of living in New York compared to back home – she shook her head at that thought, Los Angeles was not her 'home' any more. Back there she had free run of the forest, something that she enjoyed and made her feel complete, fulfilled. And New York City had a decided lack of forest.
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