magnetic ◊ criminal minds

lxxii.

lxxii. vigilantes
( season seven )

LYRA chased the UnSub up to the roof, not bothering to call for backup. She was much more powerful than he was. She foresaw no problem. Even as he dashed across the roof and jumped onto the neighbouring one, Lyra was hot on his tail. She heard Hotch through her earpiece, asking for her status, but she ignored him, despite the consequences that would lead to.

She chased the UnSub onto a few more roofs. One one particular one, he narrowly dodged a hit that came his way from someone Lyra did not recognize. Someone Lyra did not have time to stop for, and ended up colliding with him. They tumbled on top of each other, with him ending up on top of her. She shoved him off of her.

"What the hell, lady?" he demanded gruffly, grabbing his rifle off the ground, aiming it at her.

Lyra looked around, but the UnSub was gone. She closed her eyes tightly, running a hand through her hair. "Thanks a lot, asshole," she signed.

"Hey, you're the one who got in my way," he snapped.

"You've gotten in the way of a federal investigation. I could charge you with obstruction of justice," Lyra signed angrily back - it seemed he knew sign language, much to her relief. She looked him up and down, taking account of his t-shirt with a skull on it and his messy black hair. "What are you supposed to be?"

"Who are you?" he asked instead of responding.

"Lyra Lehnsherr. Who are you?" She realized, if she did not tell him first, he would not trust her with his own identity. That, she could understand.

"Frank Castle," he reluctantly introduced himself once he realized she would not actually charge him with anything. He opened his mouth to speak more, when someone else came toward them.

"Where did he go?" he asked. He was definitely a figure - dressed in all red, a helmet with small devil horns on his head. On the chest of the suit, was two overlapping 'D's'.

"He's gone, Red," Castle said.

"Who's this?"

"Says her name is Lyra Lehnsherr. Wouldn't try talking to her. She uses sign language."

Lyra narrowed her eyes. "And he is?" she signed in question.

"Daredevil," Castle said.

Lyra raised an eyebrow. She was no stranger to secret identities. Most mutants she met had one - and hell, sometimes she used one herself if the time called for it, but for the most part she preferred her real name.

"Why are you after this guy, anyway?" Castle asked.

"He's a serial killer," Lyra deadpanned. "Why are the two do you after him?"

Castle relayed the signs for his friend. Well, Lyra was not sure if they were exactly friends, but they were working together, so it was close enough. "He's linked to a drug cartel," Daredevil stated.

Lyra ran a hand through her hair. "And he's a mutant," she signed, in case they were unaware. "Not a dangerous one, but he's quick on his feet."

Castle scoffed. "Clearly. We've been chasing him for weeks," he said.

Lyra glanced between the two of them, well armed for humans, and then where the UnSub had escaped. "How about we work together?" she suggested. That way, both parties were happy.

Castle looked her up and down. "Alright, princess, what do you suggest?" he asked.

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