In Marvel with the Force?

The shadows of Hell's Kitchen stretched long and dark as Daredevil perched atop a building's ledge, the city's symphony of sound filtering through his hypersensitive ears. Footsteps below, a distant car horn, the buzz of a flickering neon sign—all familiar markers of his nightly patrol.

But tonight, there was something... different.

It started as a faint sound, like fabric shifting against armor. Then came the steady rhythm of a heartbeat—a heartbeat unlike most he encountered. Calm. Controlled.

And close.

"Good evening, Daredevil."

Matt Murdock turned sharply, instinctively raising his batons. The voice was smooth, low, and carried an air of confidence.

"I've been looking forward to this," the voice added, stepping out of the shadows.

Matt's radar sense painted the figure before him in sharp relief. The jagged helmet, the flowing dark cloak, and the faint hum of something mechanical. He'd heard the rumors, but seeing him in person was different.

"The Violet Wolf," Daredevil said evenly, lowering his batons slightly.

The figure nodded, his posture relaxed but purposeful. "I see my reputation precedes me."

"It does," Matt replied, his tone cautious. "You've been busy."

"Cleaning up messes," Violet said, his voice carrying a faint edge. "Same as you."

As they stood across from each other on the rooftop, Daredevil couldn't help but focus on the subtleties of Violet's presence. His breathing was steady, but there was an undercurrent of something else—restraint, as though he were holding back a storm.

And the heartbeat...

"You're young," Matt said suddenly, the realization hitting him like a punch.

Violet tilted his head slightly. "Does that bother you?"

"Yes," Matt said bluntly, his voice tightening. "The world's supposed to be better than this. It shouldn't need someone like you—or me—to clean it up. And it definitely shouldn't have kids fighting its battles."

For a moment, there was silence. Then Violet chuckled softly, though the sound carried no humor.

"That's an idealistic view," Violet said. "But not a realistic one."

"Doesn't make it any less true," Matt countered.

Violet took a step closer, his movements deliberate. "I didn't come here to argue philosophy, Daredevil. I came to make a deal."

Matt tensed slightly, his grip tightening on his batons. "A deal?"

"I want Kingpin dead," Violet said simply.

The words hung in the air like a thunderclap, and Matt's reaction was immediate. His muscles coiled, his heartbeat spiked, and his voice came out sharper than intended.

"No."

Violet tilted his head, as though Matt's answer didn't surprise him.

"You didn't even hear me out," Violet said.

"I don't need to," Matt said, his tone firm. "I don't kill. Ever."

Violet sighed, crossing his arms. "I figured you'd say that. But Kingpin isn't just some low-level criminal. He's a plague—a rot at the core of this city. How many lives has he destroyed? How many more will he destroy if we let him keep playing his games?"

"That doesn't justify murder," Matt shot back.

"Then what does?" Violet demanded, his voice rising slightly. "At what point does his existence outweigh the lives he's taken? The lives he's going to take?"

Matt's jaw tightened, his internal conflict brewing. Kingpin had haunted his every effort to clean up Hell's Kitchen. No matter how many times Matt took him down, Fisk always found a way back—stronger, more entrenched, and more dangerous.

But killing him? That was a line Matt couldn't cross.

"I understand your frustration," Matt said, his voice softer but no less resolute. "But there's always another way. We can expose him, dismantle his empire—"

"Expose him to who?" Violet interrupted. "The police? Half of them are on his payroll. The justice system? He owns judges, lawyers, and anyone else he needs. He's untouchable, and you know it."

Matt hesitated, the truth of Violet's words gnawing at him.

Violet stepped closer, his voice lowering but gaining intensity. "I'm not asking you to do it. I'll handle it. But I need your help. You know his operations, his movements. You can get me close enough to end this once and for all."

"No," Matt said again, though his resolve felt shakier this time.

Violet's posture stiffened, the controlled storm beneath his calm exterior flickering to the surface. "So you're fine with letting him continue? Fine with more innocent people suffering because you can't make a hard choice?"

"That's not fair," Matt said, his voice strained.

"Neither is this city," Violet retorted.

For a moment, the rooftop was silent except for the distant sounds of the city below. Matt's mind raced, his principles warring with the harsh reality of Violet's argument.

Finally, he spoke, his tone measured. "I can't condone what you're planning. But if you're going after Fisk, I won't stop you. I'll help you gather information—but that's it. What you do with it is on you."

Violet's helmet tilted slightly, as though considering Matt's words. Then he nodded. "Fair enough."

Matt took a step back, his radar sense still fixed on Violet. "You don't have to do this," he said quietly. "There's still time to walk away from this path."

Violet chuckled softly, the sound hollow. "That's not an option anymore."

Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Daredevil alone on the rooftop.

Matt exhaled slowly, his grip loosening on his batons.

He's just a kid, he thought, the weight of that realization hitting him again. A kid fighting battles no one should have to fight.

But as much as Matt wanted to stop him, he knew one thing for certain: the Violet Wolf wasn't someone who could be deterred.