The next day...

Matt got up, followed his morning activities, and changed into his suit.  After a quick shower, Matt left his condominium, and boarded the morning train to the law firm.  He entered the lobby, and was greeted by Karen Page, the receptionist.

"Mister Murdock, Bruce Wayne made an appointment last night.  It was kind of late, so I didn't want to call you to disturb you; he's in there with Mister Nelson," Karen added.

"Okay, thanks, Karen," Matt responded.

What the hell is Wayne doing here?

"Ah, you must be Mister Murdock," Bruce smiled, extending his hand.

"Mister Wayne, I must admit I didn't think I'd see you here," Matt replied, accepting his hand.  "You haven't run into any legal issues, have you?"

"No, but my financial adviser told me that the best way to make money here in New York, is to buy up Wall Street.  Starting with small businesses, such as this one," Bruce replied.

"I'm sorry, Mister Wayne, but we don't have shareholders," Matt stated.

"Excuse me, Mister Wayne, you wouldn't mind if I speak to my assistant for a moment, would you?" Foggy inquired.

Matt shot Foggy a look, which had a stronger affect because of his tinted glasses.

"Not at all, Mister Nelson."

Foggy tugged Matt's sleeve to a corner of the room, whispering, "What the hell do you mean 'we don't have shareholders'?"

"We don't," Matt countered.

"Yeah, but Bruce Wayne doesn't know that!  Imagine what we could do with Wayne's financing!  We won't have to defend criminals anymore, which is something I know you'll like," Foggy replied.

"Yes, but Wayne is a criminal.  He's in league with Fisk-"

"So?  He's not asking us to do something illegal!"

"Not yet, at least.  He's waiting until he owns our firm, and he makes us cover up his illegal activities," Matt argued.

"What's the harm in letting him buy a few shares?  If he seems too edgy we can cut him off from purchasing our future stocks," Foggy added.

"Fine, but I get to decide whether we cut him off, okay?"

"Sure."

The two walked back toward Bruce.

"We have agreed to let you buy some shares in our firm," Matt stated.

The three continued to talk about shares.

At the police station...

"Yes, I'm Officer Grayson from the Blüdhaven Police Department," Dick stated, showing his badge to the desk sergeant.

"What is it you'd like, officer?"

"As I'm sure you know, you have a prisoner in your custody by the name of Don Rigoletto.  He is being transferred to a FBI holding facility in Blüdhaven, and the Feds called, and asked me if we would scout ahead to make sure that everything was okay in his cell," Dick lied.

"Hmm, it says that Rigoletto is being transferred to a holding facility in Baltimore," the desk sergeant contradicted.

"Are you sure?  Here, let me call my supervisor, and we'll try to sort this out," Dick said, taking out his cell phone.  "I understand you're in a meeting, but the gentleman at the front said that Rigoletto's transfer is to Baltimore rather than Blüdhaven can you double check that, please?"

"Sure thing, Dick.  Does Rigoletto have a first name?" Barbara asked.

"Donald Rigoletto," Dick confirmed.

"Now am I hacking Blüdhaven PD's database or...?"

"FBI," Dick replied.

"Let's see...okay, I successfully changed his transfer file," Barbara stated.

"Okay, thank you," Dick said, hanging up.  "Would you mind checking the transfer file again?"

"Hmm, yup, from New York to Blüdhaven," the desk sergeant confirmed.

"I'd like to apologize for the inconvenience; we've been experiencing some sort of bug on our databases back in Blüdhaven," Dick stated.  "Would you mind directing me to his cell?"

"It's no problem," the desk sergeant smiled.  "Cell 23."

"Okay, thanks," Dick said, ambling to cell 23.

"Who are you?" Rigoletto asked.

"I'm here on the FBI's behalf.  Before we transfer you to your holding facility, we need to ask you a few questions," Dick stated.  "What's the nature of your relationship with the Kingpin?"

"Our current relationship is he wants me dead.  But back in the day, he was an employee of mine."

"Employee?  Y'mean, mob enforcer?"

"Well, yeah, if you wanna say it like that," Rigoletto shrugged.  "I'm not sure whether you know this or not, but there was a time where everyone knew the name Don Rigoletto.  The name that everyone feared, and I was respected as the strongest man on the East Coast.  One of my men, he was pretty small time; his name's Wilson Fisk.  Fisk was my enforcer, and he had some cold tactics of how he would round up the protection money.  That's what I respected about Fisk, so I ranked him to be my number one.  The next week, I nearly died from a car bombing.  It was apparent that Fisk was trying to take over my empire.  I tried to find loyalty from my men, but all were too afraid of Fisk, so I went to the police for protection.  I admitted to everything in exchange for a plea deal," Rigoletto summed up.

"Are there any soft spots in Fisk's organization?" Dick asked.

"Nope.  In fact, Fisk probably has his organization more in shape than I did in my days.  I heard he has some high-class assassins on his payroll," Rigoletto added.

"Okay, that'll be all, Mister Rigoletto.  The FBI will ask you more questions once you arrive at the holding facility," Dick said, getting up, and leaving the cell.

At the law firm, an hour later...

"Pleasure doing business," Bruce said, setting down the coffee mug the law firm had provided him.

"Of course," Matt replied.

Ah, Mister Wayne, little do you know, I'll have your every move on my tracking device.  Soon enough you'll lead me to the Kingpin.

Bruce shook Matt's and Foggy's hand before leaving the law firm, and dialed Dick's number.

"Dick, what did you find out at the police station?" Bruce asked.

"The Kingpin's real name is Wilson Fisk.  He used to work as a mob enforcer for Rigoletto; that's how he got into organized crime.  Eventually, he over took Rigoletto's mob, and ran it for himself," Dick stated.  "That's basically all he said, but I'll tell you more if more comes to mind, at the hotel."

"Fisk?!  The man we were willing to work with for Wayne Enterprises?" Bruce asked, stepping into his limousine.

"Yeah, pretty much.  Hey, I'm running low on battery; talk to you later," Dick said, hanging up.

"See?  That wasn't so bad," Foggy said, nudging his friend's side.

"Wait until he starts to use us as cover for his illegal operations," Matt replied, turning from his position; watching Bruce get into his limousine.

"Okay, let's call it a day, Matt.  There's no point in staying here any longer since Petrillo has been prosecuted on a separate charge," Foggy stated.  "I'll just tell Karen to call us tomorrow if we get anymore clients."

At the hotel...

"Okay, since all the reporters are in the front asking questions, the police are going to take Rigoletto out back.  There are two vans; the decoy van will be in the front while the real one will be in the back.  Like I previously stated, we know Kingpin, or now we can call him Fisk, has ears in the police station, so his men won't be fooled by the switch-up.  We'll have to be stationed at the roof across from the back exit, and follow the van until it passes state boundaries."

"Couldn't Fisk's men still follow the van beyond that point?" Bruce asked.

"I made contact with Babs while you were at the law firm.  She agreed to send some Birds of Prey operatives to oversee the rest of the van's travel to Baltimore," Dick informed.  "But before we head out, did you think Murdock could be our Daredevil?"

"He may be, but he keeps to himself, so I can't really judge whether he is trying to protect his identity or if that is part of his true nature.  I made a deal with his law firm though, so we'll be seeing more of Mister Murdock," Bruce concluded.

At the police station...

"Rigoletto is in the van," Batman stated, setting aside his binoculars.

Batman and Nightwing followed the second van from the rooftops.  The first van headed north, while the van holding Rigoletto was heading south.  Suddenly, a garbage truck smashed the leading patrol car out of the way, and three sedans followed it, forming a triangle around the remaining patrol car and the van.

"Garbage truck, garbage truck, why is it they always choose the garbage truck?" Nightwing asked, shaking his head.

Two people stepped out from each sedan, and shot down the patrolmen from the last car.

"Give up Rigoletto, and we'll let you free," one of the gunmen called, aiming his AK-12.

Batman leaped from the rooftop, and used the kinetic energy from the jump to incapacitate the enemy.  Nightwing came and jutted his eskrima sticks into a thug's gut, and the voltage shocked the thug unconscious.  A gunman tried to smack Batman with the butt end of his rifle, but Batman ducked and returned with a spinning kick.  Meanwhile, Nightwing delivered an uppercut, and back kicked the gunman behind him who attempted to strike him with his knife.  Batman kicked the last gunman's knees, sending him to the ground, and ended with a knee to the gunman's face.

"Well, I guess that was a successful counter-attack," Nightwing stated.

"Maybe not as successful as you thought," the garbage truck driver stated, cocking his gun.

PEEEEEEEEEEW!

An army of bats came to Batman's assistance, and in the confusion, Batman managed to execute a hammer kick on the thug's head.

"I never knew how you always managed to attract bats," Nightwing said, scratching his head.

"High frequencies attract bats," Batman answered.

"Oh," Nightwing nodded.  "I think Red Robin said something about that.  How you take advantage of how bats use echolocation, and manipulate it with your thingy-migigy," Nightwing said, grappling to the rooftop.

Batman followed him, and they watched the convoy until it passed state boarders.