This is my city, not yours

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~<>~DareDevils POV~<>~

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I tapped my cane across the ground, talking to my friend, Foggy.

"So Matt, what're gonna do about this new case?" Foggy asked.

"If I knew, we'd be working on it,"I replied in my usual, deadpanned voice.

"True," He replied.

I heard sirens, I said, "I'm gonna go home,"

"Ok." Foggy said.

I walked away, when I couldn't hear Foggy anymore, I was certain he didn't see me, so I ran down an alley way, climbing the fire escape and getting to the roof, I opened a secret compartment of my suit case, and pulled out my suit.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the DareDevil," I heard The KingPin Of Crime, Wilson Fisk, say.

"Fisk," I said.

"This is my city, it'll never be yours!" He said.

"We'll see," I said. I pulled apart my cane and it became two batons, I ran at him, hitting his shins, I heard him grunt and slid under him, I heard a few mechanical like sounds and Fisk was down, I felt another presence.

"Yo, Uh, dude, what the hell was that?" He was clearly a kid, he was 15, And was in good health, he was 5.11, shorter than me.

"Kid, Hell's Kitchen is no place for someone like you," I said.

"It's definitely a place for me, I'm Spider-Man!" He said excitedly.

"Oh, the famous Spider-Man is only a child, now that's good to know." I said.

"So, how old are you, 34, 35, c'mon tell me," He said.

"Ok, dude, give him space," I heard another young voice say, he was 16, in good health too, and around 5.12

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