It's just a bunch of scenes loosely strung together right now, so... here's the first one. Sorry about the long delay getting this first part up - I gave myself a lovely case of carpel tunnel and everything hurts :D but here! The first part of this lovely string of goofyness.
Takes place during season 1/post-season 1 of Daredevil. --
"You," The word was snarled behind him and Matt had to give whoever it was some credit - if he hadn't smelled them coming, he never would have known they were there. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve-"
"Raph."
"Leo- he's that fuck that blew up all those buildings! It was all over the news!"
Matt didn't flinch, but it was a near thing. "I didn't blow up those buildings," he growled back.
"Oh, of course you didn't," the first voice sneered. "It was the one-armed man, right?"
"A man named Wilson Fisk, actually," Matt snapped back, shifting his balance.
"…did you just say Fisk?" The second voice demanded.
"Yes."
"Raph, didn't you say you and Casey overheard Hun talking about maybe doing some business with this guy?"
"Yeah."
"Funny, Fisk usually kills people who use his name."
A rude noise. "You're still here."
"I'm tough to kill."
"So's Hun."
"You've got some kind of nerves, you know that?" A third voice spoke up, innocent and curious. "Usually we at least get a 'costumed freaks' outta people."
Matt indicated himself, which earned him a snicker.
"Our looks don't bother you because you can't actually see us, can you?"
Matt turned his head to the fourth voice. "What?"
"If you could see us, you'd have some reaction. You didn't even twitch."
"Maybe I'm just that chill."
There was a sharp bark of laughter, then a cough. "Buddy, we've watched you work. You have less chill than Raph and that is fucking impressive."
"I'd be offended, but he's got a point."
Matt shifted his weight again. "What makes you think I'm blind?"
"What color is my skin?"
"Maybe I'm colorblind."
"Okay then, dark or light?" Matt fell silent. "S'what I thought. It's green, by the way."
"Huh?"
"My skin. It's green."
Oh. He wasn't lying. Shit. "Uhh…"
There was another snicker. "Listen, Lucifer-"
"Don't call me that."
"They call you 'The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen'. It's a bit of a mouthful."
"…just call me 'Devil', then, if you must."
"Boring," A huff. "Okay, Devil. You wanna take down Fisk, we wanna take down Fisk. What do you say to a team up?”
“…”
“Think about it - we’ll find you.”
“Later, dude!
Matt listened to the four beings vanish into the night, impressed at how, even to his senses, they made almost no noise when they moved.
[Mini-fill] Pure Crack: Daredevil and the TMNT
It's just a bunch of scenes loosely strung together right now, so... here's the first one. Sorry about the long delay getting this first part up - I gave myself a lovely case of carpel tunnel and everything hurts :D but here! The first part of this lovely string of goofyness.
Takes place during season 1/post-season 1 of Daredevil.
--
"You," The word was snarled behind him and Matt had to give whoever it was some credit - if he hadn't smelled them coming, he never would have known they were there. "You've got a lot of fucking nerve-"
"Raph."
"Leo- he's that fuck that blew up all those buildings! It was all over the news!"
Matt didn't flinch, but it was a near thing. "I didn't blow up those buildings," he growled back.
"Oh, of course you didn't," the first voice sneered. "It was the one-armed man, right?"
"A man named Wilson Fisk, actually," Matt snapped back, shifting his balance.
"…did you just say Fisk?" The second voice demanded.
"Yes."
"Raph, didn't you say you and Casey overheard Hun talking about maybe doing some business with this guy?"
"Yeah."
"Funny, Fisk usually kills people who use his name."
A rude noise. "You're still here."
"I'm tough to kill."
"So's Hun."
"You've got some kind of nerves, you know that?" A third voice spoke up, innocent and curious. "Usually we at least get a 'costumed freaks' outta people."
Matt indicated himself, which earned him a snicker.
"Our looks don't bother you because you can't actually see us, can you?"
Matt turned his head to the fourth voice. "What?"
"If you could see us, you'd have some reaction. You didn't even twitch."
"Maybe I'm just that chill."
There was a sharp bark of laughter, then a cough. "Buddy, we've watched you work. You have less chill than Raph and that is fucking impressive."
"I'd be offended, but he's got a point."
Matt shifted his weight again. "What makes you think I'm blind?"
"What color is my skin?"
"Maybe I'm colorblind."
"Okay then, dark or light?" Matt fell silent. "S'what I thought. It's green, by the way."
"Huh?"
"My skin. It's green."
Oh. He wasn't lying. Shit. "Uhh…"
There was another snicker. "Listen, Lucifer-"
"Don't call me that."
"They call you 'The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen'. It's a bit of a mouthful."
"…just call me 'Devil', then, if you must."
"Boring," A huff. "Okay, Devil. You wanna take down Fisk, we wanna take down Fisk. What do you say to a team up?”
“…”
“Think about it - we’ll find you.”
“Later, dude!
Matt listened to the four beings vanish into the night, impressed at how, even to his senses, they made almost no noise when they moved.
What the hell did he just get himself into?