23

Gaining access to the Kingpin was easy. Making sure our meeting was both private and not recorded was also easy once I presented myself as his lawyer. Frankly, everything had been growing easy with these powers. I contemplated how I could find ways to center myself and not go completely off the deep end as Kilgrave had, even as I slid into the seat across from Wilson Fisk.

The man was imposing despite his white jumpsuit, and I had to swallow down my fear when he looked up at me and furrowed his brow in angry confusion, "You're not my lawyer."

Forcing a smile by reminding myself who had the real power here, I put the notebook and pen I'd brought down between us and nodded, "You are correct. You will take this and write down everything I will need to know to access all of the money we both know you have hidden away. Every account, every liquid asset you own, you will show me how to take it. You want to give me this because you like me so much. Oh and give me the details on how to get some of those amazing Kevlar suits you wear too."

Part of me almost expects it not to work. Sure, Fisk is a normal, but he's still Wilson Fisk. Heck, if this was the comics I'd expect him to reach over the table at this point and break my neck. But this is real life and a strong will has proven to not be enough to resist the virus. After a moment a smile breaks out on his face and he begins filling the notebook with the information I've ordered out of him.

I settle back, staring at the man that I had such great respect for even as I make him dance to my tune. As a fictional character, he and Wesley were the sole reasons I'd even watched all of Netflix's Daredevil. Matt Murdock was certainly an interesting and detailed character, but I'd always had a soft spot for the villains, to the point that I was actually disappointed when they didn't give Wesley a funeral at the same time as Ben Urich. I really felt that had been a missed opportunity for a show that up until that point had done such a good job of portraying the villains and heroes equally.

Now though, with the man I'd truly rooted for despite knowing he was going to lose sitting across from me, I was confronted with the simple fact that he was nothing but another human and most importantly, nothing but another threat to be dealt with. Thus, as he finishes up and pushes the notebook and pen back to me, I take them and stand, not even hesitating as I give my next orders with only the slightest remorse.

"When I walk out that door, you will forget everything that happened here. You'll remember having an unproductive visit with your real lawyer, not even worth mentioning the next time you see him. Everything is perfectly fine."

With that said I leave the Kingpin behind, on my way out doing my best to avoid giving my face to any security cameras. I make sure that the people who see me forget me, and my visit is not recorded properly whatsoever. With a notebook probably worth millions tucked under my arm, I slide into the passenger seat of Alexis' car and we move onto our next stop without a pause.