Daredevil: Invasion of the Multiverse

"So. Mrs. . ."

"Robyn."

"Robyn what?" Foggy Nelson asked while sitting with a client. He and Matt Murdock were defense lawyers.

"I'd prefer not to say. I don't trust you with that much info. Who knows what could happen!" The red haired short women with freckles asnwered. Foggy sighed in response.

"Ma'am, you need to give us your last name for us to-"

"We'll come back to that Foggy, let's just hear her out first." The blind Matt Murdock interupted.

"Thank you. Some black haired cougar bitch is seducing my brother!"

"Kay. How old is your brother?" Foggy asked.

"He's only 20!" Matt and Foggy exchanged glances, then turned towards Robyn.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid we can't take your case. Please leave." Matt announced.

"What?! Why?! What kind of lawyers are you?! Not taking an important case! My brother matters to me! I can't believe you!"

"Please, Ms. Robyn, leave. I'm sure someone else could take your case if they wanted to, but we don't feel like this should be taken to court. I don't even know why it is."

"It's not being taken to court!"

"Then why are you coming to lawyers?" Foggy asked.

"I don't trust the police."

"Of course you don't. Just hire a private investigator!"

"Fine! If you aren't going to help me, I'll just have to handle this myself!" Robyn then stormed out the door.

"Jesus Matt, why can't we have any clients that aren't lunatics, or guilty?"

"I don't know, but we'll need one fast. We need the money."

"Yeah, I realize we need money. People say money can't buy you happiness, but I'd sure be happy to have some money!"

*knock* *knock* *knock* There was someone at the door. Foggy stood up and opened the door, where a brown-skinned man with lumpy hair that shot diagonally forward stood. "You guys are lawyers right?" He said.

"That we are." Foggy replied. "I assume you're a client."

"Yes. I need help."

"Well then sit down, and tell us what's up." The man walked over to the table and sat across from Matt and Foggy. "What's your name?"

"My name is Malcolm. I'm on trial for a crime I didn't commit. Or . . . I did commit, but not me."

"What?" Foggy asked.

"Um . . . so basically  I killed someone. But not me. Someone who looks exactly like me. And no. I don't have a twin brother. I know it sounds crazy, but I have an alibi! The police just think the person confirming it is lying. I know it's a lot to take in, but no lawyers have believed me. I can even show you the security tape! The guy looks exactly like me, but two friends of mine, Jessica Jones, and Trish Walker were with me in Jessica's apartment!"

"Umm. Okay, bring out the security tape." Matt said.

"I have it on a flashdrive."

"How do you have it?"

"Trish was able to pull some strings for me. She's a famous talk show host." Malcolm was fishing through his bag for the flashdrive, while Foggy brought out a computer.

"Yeah, I recognize the name, but I never really got into the show." Foggy said. Malcolm pulled out the flashdrive, and plugged it into the computer. Foggy then pulled it up. He and Malcolm watched it. What was depicted was a man who looked exactly like Malcolm, as expected, in a coffee shop. The supposed doppleganger then reached into his maroon duffle bag, and pulled out an AK-47. The people were screaming and running for the exits before three men carrying the same weaponry blocked the exit. The entire group then proceeded to rob the store of all it's money. "Okay so how does this prove your innocence?"

"Look at the time on the video."

"Alright. 2:49 p.m."

"Now look at the time on the security camera of me, Jess, and Trish walking into an apartment." The video then transitioned to a video of just the thing Malcolm described."

"2:49 p.m."

"Did these events happen on the same day?" Matt asked.

"Yes. Security officers can confirm it, and the police know it as well."

"If these two events were clearly happening at the exact same time and the exact same day why are you still being held for a trial? You have a proven alibi."

"The police believe the people at the coffee shop tampered with the security tapes."

"Alright, then. We want to take your case Malcolm, but let's get to the topic of money." Foggy told him.

"Trish says anyone who takes my case will be payed accordingly. Ten-thousand was the amount of money if I remember correctly." Matt and Foggy's jaws dropped. Ten thousand? This was their chance. An amazing chance to get themselves out there as lawyers. Matt believed the case was easy enough. Talk about how only the facts matter in a court of law, and boom. The verdict of "Not-guilty" is delivered and Malcolm walks home free, and they walk home with ten-thousand dollars. Matt thought about it for a little bit though. He finally grasped what truly didn't make sense. The part of this case that was really odd. It was painfully obvious and he didn't really notice it until now. How in the hell are there two Malcolms?!