It was a cold night. All she could remember was the blood in her hands. She was going to be guilty. So she started walking. Started walking away from him. But he didn't want her to leave. So he started to shout. But she didn't listen. Maybe because she was focused on something. Maybe because of the guilt that was in her. Or maybe because she had enough of him.

"Come back here, Jessica!" He shouted, trying to make her come back to him. "Now, Jessica!"

She kept on walking. Walking as if she was a normal human being in a normal situation. Walking away as if it was her right to. But she wasn't, and it wasn't, and it wasn't. She then heard the horn. He didn't mind it because, at that moment, she was more important and she was walking away. She didn't mind it either. She barely minded anything at that point.

And then she heard a distant crash.

--Jessica's Apartment--

Jessica shouted as she woke up and wiped at her eyes. She looked around and it was still that nightmare that haunted her. She was only wearing her underwear, bra and a black sleeveless shirt. She had forgotten what happened last night because she was in a bar. She must have drank so much that she blacked out and someone carried her to her apartment. Maybe it was Malcolm.

She cleared her head and got up from the bed. She never fixes her bed because she thinks it's a waste of time. She entered her bathroom and splashed a lot of water onto her face. She looked at her face and she looked like shit. On most nights, she would drink enough beer to pass out. Trish still wants to put her in therapy to get rid of the PTSD. The following things that happened were the usual things normal people would do. Brush their teeth and taking a morning piss.

Once she was done, she went into her office where a bottle of beer was placed along with a letter attached to it. She moved the letter away first and took a sip of the beer. It was a single malt scotch and she quite enjoyed it. She grabbed the letter and read, "I owe you, Jones," which was from Murdock.

"Oh, God." Jessica said when she checked her phone. She had eight messages from Trish. She called her and started with a tired "What do you want?"

"I've been calling you all night, Jessica." Trish answered with a worried tone, "I got a message from you last night that you were going to meet me after you had a drink with the lawyer."

"Oh, Matt." Jessica groaned as she took another sip of the beer. "I forgot that I was supposed to visit you."

"You owe me. You better be at lunch tomorrow." Trish ended the call.

"Asshole." Jessica sighed as she sat on her chair and placed her feet on her table. It was already two o'clock in the afternoon so she must have slept late. She continued to go through files that she received. Mostly missing persons but after what happened with the Avengers, it was reasonable why she had so much. "Fucking Avengers."

She drank all the scotch and threw it into her trashcan beside her desk. She slipped on what she usually wore when she went out: a black tee shirt, light blue jeans, boots, biker jacket and gloves. Once she was in the hallway, she saw Malcolm lying on the floor.

"Are you on drugs again?" Jessica said, looking at his face which had black circles around his eyes.

"I just took two small packs. I'll be good in a few hours." Malcolm said with his eyes closed. "Where are you going?"

"Matt's apartment. I need to tell him something." Jessica lied because she was going there for another reason.

--Police Station--

Matt sighed as he finished the interrogation. He got enough information from the man that Danny asked him to deal with. He was convicted with murder after a violent encounter in Rand Enterprises.

Matt exited the room and looked at Danny who was sitting on a chair. He could tell it was Danny by the smell of his cologne. He also wore expensive suits, which was a plus. Matt couldn't say the same about his style since he was wearing a white polo shirt, blue navy suit and a red tie. He sat down beside Danny and patted him on the back.

"I'm sorry about the worker who died." Matt said his condolences.

"He was a good worker." Danny sniffed, "He was loyal, hard-working and I could trust him with anything I need him to do. What did you get?"

"He's saying that he was a witness. I believe him because his heartbeat is calm." Matt explained.

"Then who killed him? Any names that he gave you?" Danny asked.

"He didn't say names but he said some Irish assholes killed your guy. I'll get the guy who killed him and bring him to court." Matt whispered so no one could hear him.

"Alright." Danny nodded. He stood up and started walking to the exit, "I'll get the Irish asshole."

Matt stopped him by his arm. Matt had a good grip and Danny learned it.

"You take care of my client over there. I got this." Matt convinced him to stay with ease.

Danny grabbed Matt by the collar, "Get him back to my office so I could teach him a lesson."

Matt nodded and exited the police station. He got his cane out and tapped it all the way to Melvin. He had left his suit with Melvin for some improvements. Bulletproof, fireproof and more resistant to knives. Melvin always knew what was best for him.

It was approaching Christmas and it really started feeling cold. Everyone was wearing scarves, jackets, sweaters and everything else that stopped the cold. For Matt, he enjoyed it. It felt better taking down criminals in the cold.

He arrived at Melvin's workshop at around seven o'clock in the evening. He could hear Melvin's heartbeat from the outside. He was calm and had no worry. He entered the workshop and Melvin jumped a little.

"Didn't expect you'd be here." Melvin chuckled as he placed a chest in front of Matt, "Here's the upgraded suit."

Matt touched the fabric and noticed something different. "Did you make the suit lighter? How did you do that?"

"Last time I was in a hurry making your suit because of Fisk but since I had two months to make an upgrade, I put a lot of work into it." Melvin smiled.

"Thanks, Melvin." Matt appreciated Melvin's hard work. "Can I wear the suit now?"

"Sure," Melvin placed the suit and the chest on the table, "Will you come back here and get the chest?"

"You can keep the chest, Melvin. I'll just find a place to keep the suit in my apartment." Matt started walking out of the workshop and looked at Melvin, "Melvin, I really mean thank you. Like, really."

"Happy to help you." Melvin started cleaning his hands but remembered something, "Mr. Murdock?"

"Yeah?"

"The thing with Danny Rand. When will I start to work over there?" Melvin asked.

"Oh yeah." Matt had to lie because he forgot to tell Danny about it, "In a few weeks he'll have space for you."

Matt exited the workshop and ran to a building that was tall enough so no one could see him. The suit itself had a darker color than the previous one. The fabric was lighter but it had better protection. He wore it and he was faster, as fast as when he wore the black suit. After it was on, he stood there and listened to the city for answers. Crying, shouting, arguing, those weren't answers. Those were distractions.

But he got his answer when he heard some chatting in an alleyway not far from him. They were talking about the Daredevil and he could smell them from where he was standing. Cigarettes and beer. He quickly went over there by jumping over some buildings and some alleyways.

He finally reached them and listened from above. One of them was a born American and one was Irish. They were talking about him. But why? He could smell the blood of Danny's worker so he dropped in front of them. The two men were surprised and one of them pulled out a gun.

"Stand back. You know this gun can pierce through almost anything." The American man said.

"I know. Just try it." Matt smiled, and the man shot him. He barely flinched and the bullet ricochet off his chest. "Looks like it didn't pierce through me."

The man stood there in horror. Matt took his baton out and knocked the American out. The Irish tried to run away by climbing the fence but Matt pulled him down. He grabbed him by the neck and punched him multiple times. He kept on doing this until he knew he was done. The Irish man's face was bloodied and he had a bleeding lip, bruised cheek and purple eye.

"Who sent you to kill Rand's worker?" Matt asked questions, but all he did was look up. He punched him again, "Answer me!"

The Irish man started smiling and Matt felt insulted. He punched him again and blood was stained on the wall. Before Matt could punch him again, he spat in his eyes. Matt took this as an insult so he wiped off his face, leaving him free. He grabbed the gun out of the American's friend and pointed at him.

"You know what happened to him, the same would probably end up with you." Matt warned.

"Smile." The Irish said, putting the gun in his head.

"No!" Matt tried to reach him but he shot himself before he even touched him. Matt fell to his knees and felt guilt. He removed his masked and sighed, "Damn it."

He didn't want this so he left. Without even getting the name. It's useless now since there was no more evidence and the witness will probably wind up in jail. He ended his night there and started going back to his apartment. But all he could think of was the man who killed himself. He smiled before he died. He knew he didn't want to do it but he did. His heartbeat was racing but once he was free, he was calm.

Once he reached his apartment, he immediately remove his mask and gloves. He needed to think about what the hell just happened. He forgot the keys to the roof entrance so he smashed it with his hands. The lock came off easily and he entered the place. He threw his helmet and gloves on the couch and he proceeded to remove his chest piece. While he was doing that, someone was drinking. It was Jessica.

"How long have you been here?" Matt asked, as he threw his chest piece on the couch.

"Do you have your phone on?" Jessica snapped as she walked over to him with a beer bottle, "I've been reaching you since two o'clock."

"I was busy with Danny. He had me interrogate someone." Matt didn't want to talk about what happened earlier so he changed the subject, "I'm sorry."

"Goddamn it, Murdock." She said, walking to the fridge and grabbing more beer, "The beer you left me, by the way, it was great. You should buy more of that stuff."

"Hey, I know you like the ones that taste good." Matt chuckled, as he slipped on a shirt and some jeans. "You're not wondering why I left early last night?"

"We went out last night?" Jessica asked in confusion since she thought she had gotten drunk last night.

"Read the message." Matt said, handing her the phone.

She scrolled through the contacts and found her name on it. She opened it and the message said, "Stop by for some beer and then bed."

"Damn it." Jessica sighed as she sat on the armchair. She relaxed too much on the armchair and Matt took notice.

"Why? What's wrong?" Matt asked as he ate some leftover burger from yesterday.

"I came over because I wanted to..." Jessica stopped and shook her head.

"I understand but I'm kind of bruised at the moment after an encounter." Matt said as he took a sip of some beer.

"Fine," Jessica shrugged. "but you promise this week?"

"Yeah, I'm free besides a day or two. I can keep clients from contacting me..." Matt paused and listened to her heartbeat. She was disappointed with his answer but she understood why, "for a day or two."

"Can I sleep here, though?" Jessica asked and Matt smiled.

"Of course, you can, Jess. You've been sleeping here most of the time anyways."