In The Web Of Gotham

Strategize

Once Spider-Man and Bruce Wayne arrive in the Batcave. Peter immediately goes to a workbench and begins working on something. He was still paying attention, but he was tinkering.

"What leads do you have? The unusual movements in Gotham's organized crimes haven't gone unnoticed. There are organized groups that funnel parts of their operations through Gotham and they're trying to adjust to the unorthodox movements." Batman asked, pulling up various articles and newspaper snippers from city around the country.

"Well I might have something. One of Harvey's Paralegals have been MIA. Ever heard of Wilson Fisk?" Spider-Man asked. Batman clicked a few buttons on the massive computer as files begin popping on the various displays. Many of them being files from court reports, visual and audio archive reports. Each of them having a constant, a large man wearing a white suit with a purple tie, black undershirt and very distinct square cufflinks playing to the jury. Utterly grilling witnesses in the cross-examination, dismantling the arguments of each of every case he's put against. Save for a few, against the Assistant District Attorney, Matthew Murdock. Batman seeming to recognize the man in the red glasses, who's playing Wilson Fisk in a game of courtroom chess.

"I'm aware of Fisk, he's a diligent man. A good lawyer, but Assistant District Attorney Murdock seems to always be able to stonewall him when they're pitted against each other. His father was an ruthless Capo during Gotham's old money days of the mob. The GCPD had to use Capone tactics, ding him for Tax Evasion in order to authorize investigations into his other activities. Thomas Fisk died in jail pending his trial because the men who he worked for had to cover up their loose ends," Batman explained, as the computer pulled up the corresponding police and news reports to boot.

"I didn't know that part, but I'm sure once Nightwing comes back to me he'll have more or less that same information. Anyone you think I can talk to who might know more about Wilson Fisk?" Peter asked, tinkering with a palm top computer that was leagues ahead of the tiny machine that he cobbled together.

"Assistant District Attorney Murdock. He's gone to war against Wilson more than anyone in the DA. Since more often than not, the people Fisk is defending are dirty. And they actually did the crime. Keep in mind, Harvey's firm is likely trained to be mob lawyers, using their fees as means to fund Harvey's own syndicate," Batman explained, filtering the case files for every case that had Murdock and Fisk involved.

And good God, Peter saw the things Wilson was trying to defend. Assault with a deadly weapon, murders in every degree in the book, armed robbery, racketeering. The list went on and on. Countless cases of organized crime where the culprits got caught. Countless cases where Fisk tried to throw up enough clouds of legal smoke to confuse people. And every of those cases, Matthew Murdock was there to navigate the legal smoke to get the proper decision out of the jury.

"What should I know about Matthew Murdock if I actually am about to go talk to him?" Peter asked, putting the mask on and becoming Spider-Man again.

"He's blind, he's smart. He's very perceptive," Batman surmised. Spider-Man had to take a second after hearing that.

"Ha, Justice is Blind," Spider-Man quipped as he leapt up and crawled onto the ceiling.

"Is there a rooftop exit that the cave leads to. So I can pick up some momentum and get into a swing," Spider-Man asked. Batman shakes his head.

"I can have the exit elevator increase it's speed so it can act like a launcher for you. Otherwise you need to get to speed manually," Batman explained. Spider-Man nods in acknowledgement, seeing the elevator descend and latch into place. Hearing the shifting of gears, indicating the change was made while Batman made the suggestion.

"Fine by me. Launch me!" Spider-Man said as he runs up to the elevator. Noticing that the safety glass casing of the elevator receding downwards. Latching the bottom of the elevator to the topside cover, a common Gotham Manhole cover. Spider-Man stands on the manhole cover.

"Where does Assistant Attorney Murdock live?" Spider-Man asks.

"The Bowery, rough neighborhood on its best nights. I'll upload the location to your mask. Be careful," Batman said as like a piston firing on a high speed race car, Spider-Man was rapidly elevated through the hole in the ceiling of the cave where the elevator comes and goes from.

Above ground, Spider-Man launches at the speed of a bullet train from the sewers in front of the GCPD Precinct. In the middle of a moonsault, Spider-Man attaches a web line to a building and begins making his swing towards The Bowery.

Peter knows about The Bowery. The brief summary of how Batman described it is more than an understatement. The average police response time for crime in The Bowery is about 30 minutes. It's for a number of reasons, the bulk of cops there are paid off by other members of the Gotham outfit to look away. The ones that aren't are just stretched thin, and they respond to the emergencies that they can. He knows that it used to be the hideouts for some of the Gotham elite criminals in their early years. Even he struggled with trying to take care of The Bowery when he started being Spider-Man.

He swung onto the target apartment building rooftop. Clinging to the wall and searching inside to try and spot the man he saw in the video playback. He saw the man inside,  wearing red glasses while running his hands over a braille display device to read through case files presumably.

Spider-Man used his foot to slide the window up and open, slipping into the apartment and onto the ceiling. He was planning his approach. Maybe he'd interrogate the lawyer, maybe he'd just approach him bluntly. He knew he had time to think because there's no way that the blind man could-

"What can I do for you, Spider-Man?" Murdock asked, without missing a beat or even taking his hands off of his braille display.

And just like that, Spider-Man's strategy has been thrown right out the window.