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.

Threaded | Flat

Time had passed since he'd seen his vigilante friend. More time than he realised, but not as much as could have. They'd found themselves in Hell's Kitchen yet again, and Leonard wouldn't pass up the chance to pay the man back. An excuse to check up on the man that probably wouldn't hold to the light of day, but he trusted the man wouldn't call him on anything sentimental.

Leonard was chagrined to realise crime had increased nearly ten fold, leading him to believe that maybe something had happened to his friend. When asking around about 'his lawyer', he found that Matt had been missing for anywhere between a week to a month. The answers varied, and that only furthered his drive to find Murdock. The very first place he'd stopped had been to let himself into Matt's apartment. A world class thief like Leonard Snart didn't need a spare key. Other stops had been made after that, until he made an in with a gang of thugs. It was easy, really. He was a criminal himself, and as long as he didn't wear his parka or goggles, the idiots didn't recognise him. How fortunate for him.

His efforts paid off when he heard whispers that the Kingpin had caught the Devil. Okay, there was really no misinterpreting that. He'd like to have Sara and Mick watching his back, but this required more stealth than Mick was capable of and Sara was busy on a mission with Palmer and the Hawk.

He wasn't Daredevil, but he knew how to get around a security system. Especially one he'd already seen rather intimately. He only needed three days to case the tower before he made his move. Snart made his way rather easily up several floors before there was even an issue. When he did encounter an issue, he knocked it out and left it tied up in a closet. The next real issue he came across was locating Matt. --Yes, it was glaringly obvious now that the Kingpin knew the identity of his nemesis.

Now, when cunning and stealth didn't get a job done, he had to use an approach Mick was ever fond of. Chaos. He triggered a few alarms intentionally, made a little commotion and fell back. Anyone with a secret prisoner to hide would send reinforcements to cover said prisoner, if it seemed like someone might be coming to rescue them. Now, that may not be the safest tactic for locating him, and if he were Ray, he might just hack the computer system and find him, but he wasn't Ray. He had to use his own skills for this.

When the fools lead him right to his captive friend, he iced both them, and the door. Steel, when its molecules were completely stopped, was as brittle as glass. When he shattered the door with the head of a goon, the sound filling the room immediately assaulted him. He located the sound system speakers lining the walls and neutralised them with a sub-zero blast. That much ice in the room would quickly drop the temperature to a meat locker.

"Hey." He spoke softly, working on unbinding the man from his chair.

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