daredevilawyer | The Sound and the Fury

He knew this day would come.

The day he and the Kingpin stood toe to toe for control of this city. However, he had envisioned it a little differently. He wouldn't have been the one caught and tied up. He hadn't gone quietly, as ten of the Kingpin's 'best' men would attest to, currently nursing broken bones and sore spots.

Things were not looking good for Daredevil. The Kingpin was flying high, so pleased with himself for having captured the vigilante. The fly in the ointment was what he called him. That tune changed when his goons unmasked him for all of them to see.

They had been beaten by a blind man.

Fisk seethed in anger against not only Daredevil but his own men for being 'plebians who couldn't kill a rat if they had to.' He'd then ordered trussed up Daredevil taken away to a secret room in his tower. One that hardly anyone knew about. This one was soundproof.

How many days ago that was, Matt couldn't say. He had managed to slip his ropes time and time again but it made no difference. The room was wired for sound, speakers on every wall. The noise that piped into the room was loud enough for someone with normal hearing. It was excruciating for Matt's super senses, every second he was in there. The sound echoing back and forth in the room, he couldn't get his bearings. Down was up, up was down. He crawled along the floor at times, trying to find a way out. But there was no way out. Time blurred together into one long session of pain and torture. All of it on video for the Kingpin to enjoy breaking the Man without Fear.

He had passed out many a time, ears bleeding, only to wake up to a henchman slapping his face to wake him up and set his chair upright again. And the noise would start again. It had gotten to the point where he couldn't think anymore. Hoping beyond hope that it would all end one way or another.

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Len shrugs lightly, able to guess by the string of curses he heard down the hall a few minutes ago, to whom the lawyer was referring. "You met my partner. Mick's a hothead. He always has been and always will be. He takes some getting used to, I'll admit. We've had our fair share of disagreements, but he always comes around when he cools off." Or, almost always. Okay, so maybe he didn't always come around, but Leonard hoped if he said it enough, it would come true.

"You ready for the armoury, or were you headed somewhere specific?" Snart asked as he moved into step beside Matt, arms crossed, body a little too tense. He didn't like when Mick was all in an uproar and he'd already taken lip from the beefier criminal over bringing Matt 'home'.

Matt faced quite a few of the same like Mick on a nightly basis. "One would think he would be the opposite of your M.O." Must be why they work so well together.

He walked a slow circle around the bridge, memorizing it without looking obvious. "Just exploring for now. Where are we right now?" Since he couldn't see what lay outside the windows.

"Yeah, one would." Apparently, Snart also thought the same thing. And yet, Mick had proven himself to be his closest friend, though they both loathed the term. "But one might also say I'm not the type to be on this ship doing what I do with these people, either." He shot back with a raised eyebrow.

"Temporal Zone. It's like limbo. A space between time where time doesn't happen. Rip likes to park us here a lot when he's lost."

"I heard that, Mr. Snart!" Rip yelled from his study, but Leonard just shrugged it off, not even dignifying it with a response.

"Temporal Zone," he echoes, mulling that over. It didn't sound like anything he could hear, most likely to the dampening qualities of the ship itself.

He completed a circle before stepping around the chairs easily and coming to the table in the middle. It was an electronic table, he could tell from the heat coming off of it, but the touch screen was not something that registered for him.

"So for now, you plan your next move, is that correct?"

"Temporal Zone. It's kinda this big... emptiness. The more romantic members of the team might argue it's 'beautiful' but the more practical members just see empty space." Len crooked a brow for a moment and shrugged, then folded his arms almost uncomfortably.

"Well, Rip does. We're not usually in on the whole Where's Waldo: Time Travel Edition thing." Not that Rip would probably keep them out of the search at this point, but most of them just didn't have that kind of focus... or understanding of the whole threads of time thing.

"Gideon here has a back-up copy of the Vanilla timeline and can find differences comparing the current layout of time to what it's supposed to look like. They use that to find these aberrations where Savage screwed with time. Find the aberration, find the asshole. Or something like that. Problem is, Rip's not really a Time Master anymore, so it doesn't download updates anymore. But we made a friend who gave us updated info. It's complicated."

He didn't doubt the whole situation was complicated. More so than he'd be likely to untangle. "What do you see?" he asks, his question aimed at Snart. He was always curious to hear other people's perspectives.

It was still strange that he had just up and left his life behind, on hold till he returned. That was going to take some getting used to.

That question gave Snart pause. "I see a mess of green and black space void of stars and planets. Foreign. Cold." He sighed--more of a huff, really. "And it makes me realise just how small Central City is. Even if this vast openness isn't really in space as we see it, it feels like we're a billion miles away from home." There, he used the word 'feels' in a sentence and didn't combust. Because, right now, he feels like he's a billion miles away from his baby sister and it hurts.

"I guess it probably doesn't trigger any of your radar senses, does it? Is that weird?" Honestly, he imagined it probably felt the same to him to look out at that emptiness as it did for Matt, who probably felt like they'd fallen into a void.

Matt sighs, knowing what he means. Hell's Kitchen is home for him. It's rough and difficult but it was home. However it would be there when he got back and he'd have to keep telling himself that. So would Krista and all of his other law associates.

"It doesn't, no. But that doesn't seem unusual for me." If perhaps he were outside the ship, things might stack up a little differently, but obviously he wouldn't be alive for long enough to comment.

"Then you're lucky. It's eerie to me." Cold replied flatly.

"When we're here, we escape any changes to the timeline that someone else makes. But as soon as we re-integrate with time, things change. I think that's the other reason he parks us here." Snart shrugged it off. "Just wait until your first jump. Rip hasn't even explained the side effects to you yet, has he?"

"Side effects?" he questions. Something to look forward to, no doubt. Unless his super powers are able to compensate.

[ooc: should we end there? or have a first jump and then do another thread?]

OOC: First jump that leads INTO the thread we started after this one? So it kinda ties everything up into a nice little bow and we can do whatever you like from there? owo]

Leonard gave a small flourish of his hand, gesturing to the chairs around the room. For good measures, and if he'd caught onto Daredevil's powers correctly by now, he snapped his fingers in an effect to better 'light' up the room to the man's ears so he could 'see' what he was indicating.

"Strap into a chair, Rip throws a switch, and the world goes sideways. First jump's slightly jarring, but you'll get used to it. Something about our bodies are used to time unfolding linearly so when you jump around time, it reacts strangely. The longer the jump, the stronger the side effects."

"On that note, gentleman, I've found an aberration. And ah, Mister Palmer and Mister Rory are back on board. Just in time!"

Cold sighed and moved to get seated. There seemed to be an extra empty seat. One that had been vacant since they lost the other bird. Leonard cast a slightly wary glance at Matt. He had to wonder if the man's heightened senses would make the side effects worse... Was there such a thing as time sea-sickness? Probably. Rip probably wouldn't tell them about it before hand if there was, either...

[ooc: sounds good.]

Snart was catching on fast, that did give him a clear picture of the room for a moment. "What do you do if you don't have a chair," he says half kiddingly, sitting down in one and feeling around for the seatbelt before figuring it out.

"These side effects permanent?" he asks, probably too late at this point to back out.

The Sound and the Fury

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apologies for the late

Not a problem! I hope you're doing well!

work and such and haven't seen any more episodes yet :S

I'm sorry!

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