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.
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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Date: 2017-02-05 06:35 am (UTC)From:"I'm pretty sure that can be arranged. I'll take you by the armoury when you're ready. Not everything in there goes 'boom'. Sara's got quite a few killer sticks in her stash." Leo didn't doubt he could pull off the sighted thing, but it was probably be a lot less stressful and exhausting to just go with the blind truth.
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Date: 2017-02-05 11:40 pm (UTC)From:"Maybe she can give me some pointers, I've been having to craft my own for awhile now." Always good to get a sighted person's opinion. Sunglasses wouldn't be a bad idea either if they were supposed to be incognito.
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Date: 2017-02-06 12:44 am (UTC)From:"I think she'd probably love that. None of us are dumb enough to train with her, so she'd probably try roping you into training, too." There was Hawk Girl, but she and Sara didn't train as often as they probably should.
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Date: 2017-02-06 12:48 am (UTC)From:Likely more fun than he thought he was getting into but Daredevil would give the White Canary a run for her money if she thought training him was going to be easy.
(He's an ass, I'm sorry. XD)
Date: 2017-02-06 12:55 am (UTC)From:Snart stopped at a room, touching the white, glowing sensor on the wall and the door slid open. "I'll show you around, but I don't do sponge baths. You're on your own, when the clothes start coming off."
:p
Date: 2017-02-06 12:58 am (UTC)From:He steps in the room, walking along the right wall to circle around, tapping this and that to hear the sound vibrations and "see" what he could.
"I've been looking after myself since I was 8, I think I can manage." If not, Gideon would likely steer him in the right direction.
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Date: 2017-02-06 02:24 am (UTC)From:"I'll leave you to it, then."
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Date: 2017-02-06 02:36 am (UTC)From:The shower does take a bit to figure out but eventually he does manage on his own. Soon he is walking the halls dressed in a casual suit and making his way to the bridge. Slowly. Mick tries to pick a fight with him on the way, but instead of fighting back, Matt easily avoids him. More easily than a blind man should.
"Nice friends you have," he says as he recognizes Snart's heartbeat nearby.
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Date: 2017-02-06 02:49 am (UTC)From:"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'.
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Date: 2017-02-06 02:56 am (UTC)From: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.
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Date: 2017-02-06 03:30 am (UTC)From:"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.
apologies for the late
Date: 2017-02-24 04:17 am (UTC)From: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?"
Not a problem! I hope you're doing well!
Date: 2017-02-24 07:43 am (UTC)From:"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."
work and such and haven't seen any more episodes yet :S
Date: 2017-02-24 11:13 am (UTC)From: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.
I'm sorry!
Date: 2017-02-25 03:33 am (UTC)From:"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.
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Date: 2017-02-25 03:38 am (UTC)From:"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.
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Date: 2017-02-25 05:21 am (UTC)From:"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?"
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Date: 2017-02-25 05:43 pm (UTC)From:[ooc: should we end there? or have a first jump and then do another thread?]
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Date: 2017-02-27 11:22 am (UTC)From: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...
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Date: 2017-03-06 03:33 am (UTC)From: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.
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Date: 2017-02-24 11:22 am (UTC)From: