Natasha was right.
While they were discussing how to bring down Wilson Fisk and Bullseye and prove that Fisk was Kingpin, Bullseye had already met with Fisk.
After Daredevil dodged his darts, Bullseye had fallen into a mixture of breakdown and excitement, growing even more deranged.
A security guard from Fisk's office lay at his feet, three pencils embedded in his neck. His eyes remained open in death, but no one cared.
"He made me... miss..." Bullseye said with a twisted grin. "That devil. I'm going to kill him."
"Oh? Really? I've heard plenty of people say that. Far too many times." Fisk smiled with interest. "But answer me this: how do you kill a man without fear?"
Bullseye's smile was chilling, his eyes full of certainty. "Put fear back into his heart."
"Good. I like that." Smiling, Fisk took a vivid red rose from the vase on his desk, sniffed it, and tossed it to Bullseye.
Bullseye copied Fisk and sniffed the red rose, only to wrinkle his nose at its overpowering sweetness.
"Before that, let Elektra get a taste of what you can do."
Fisk never showed mercy to anyone who dared defy him.
If one person crossed him, their whole family paid.
That was his code.
Night fell.
Hell's Kitchen was shrouded in darkness once more.
Daredevil put on his suit and once again roamed the night in Hell's Kitchen. As long as justice had yet to reach every corner, Daredevil would remain.
He crossed dark alleys and used the cable hidden in his baton to swing up onto rooftops, searching for hidden clues.
Layers of sheets fluttering in the wind on a rooftop interfered with Daredevil's perception of his surroundings. Just as he swept the sheets aside, a flock of bats behind them suddenly took flight,