Daredevil: Invasion of the Multiverse

Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson took Malcolm's case. The trial is in five days. Matt decided to head to the coffee shop where the robbery occured. There had to be something there that could put him on some kind of track. Hopefully the right one. One thing was for sure though. He's not getting shit alone.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

The door marked "Alias Investigations" swung open. A woman with long black hair stood in the doorway.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"I assume you're Jessica Jones, private investigator." Matt said.

"Yeah. What do you need?" Jessica said dryly.

"I'm Malcolm's lawyer, and I need a favor." Jessica let out a heavy sigh at Matt's response.

"I don't do favors."

"Too bad, I need one." Jessica let out another, heavier sigh.

"Well, what is it? I might consider it."

"Malcolm was in two places at once. I need you to help me find out how the hell that's possible."

"Okay. Get on with it already! I don't really have all day."

'Jesus, what's her hurry. She's uneasy as all hell. I wonder why. Oh well, no need to dwell on it now.' Matt thought. "I need you to come with me and ask the employees at the coffee shop about what happened. Being just a lawyer, I have no ability to gain such information. You, being a P.I., do. I'll pay you if you need, but I will accompany you."

Jessica took a second to let all that sink in. "Sure. Honestly, I've been curious about that too. One thing though."

"What is it?"

"I'll require fifty dollars."

"For what?"

"For me dipshit, now let's go." Matt disregarded Jessica's manners and followed her.

Matt and Jessica entered the coffee shop and sauntered up to the seemingly middle aged man with a scar on his shoulder.

"Hi, my name is Jessica Jones. I'm a private investigator and one of my clients has a problem tied in with the robbery last week. I'd like you to tell me about the event. Every last detail you can remember will be very helpful."

"How does your client's problem come into play with the robbery?" The man asked.

"You see there's a reason I'm called a PRIVATE investigator. My clients' issues are supposed to be kept between them and me. I'm the one asking the questions, you're the one providing the answers. Now, please give me every last detail you remember about the robbery."

The man sighed. "Fine. I was taking an elderly woman's order when a man with a gun stood up. It didn't take long before the shop went into panic. He yelled and told everybody to get down. I tried fighting back with a kitchen knife, and he shot me in the shoulder. I blacked out."

"Frankly, that explanation was shit. Ugh. Did the man order anything?"

"Yes he did."

"Did you take the order?"

"Yes."

"Now we're getting somewhere.  Was there anything strange about the man. From head to toe was there anything at all out of the ordinary about this person."

"Hmm. Well one thing did strike me as odd. It was his eyes. They were a bright, neon green. I'd never seen eyes neon green, have you?"

"No. No I haven't. Sir, thank you for your time, that's all I need."

"Sure. No problem." Jessica and Matt left the coffee shop.

"Neon green eyes? I am of course not an expert on eye color, but I'm pretty sure eyes don't come in neon green." Matt pondered aloud.

"No they don't. Listen Matt, neon green eyes isn't a huge lead. I welcome you to try to understand a double Malcolm situation with just "neon green eyes".

"I'm sure I can figure something out."

"Good luck blind man."

"I'll need it."

10:00 p.m.

Jessica Jones was just about to undress and get in bed when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"WHAT THE FU--!!!!!!" Another hand was covering her mouth.

"Jessica Jones. I need your help" The man in the red suit declared.

"Emmee o ih yuh nee muh hip!" A hand was removed. "What the hell is your problem?!"

"I'm going about my job effeciently."

"How in the hell was that-ugh. You're Daredevil, correct? How do you know my name? And what the hell is so important that you had to break into my apartment and attack me just to get my God damn help?!"

"Jessica, can you keep secrets?"

"I'm a private investigator. What the hell do you think?" Daredevil nodded and began to lift his mask. What Jessica saw made her eyes widen, and her jaw drop. "Matt? You're the devil of Hell's Kitchen? The blind lawyer is Daredevil! What the hell?!"

"Shut up!" Jessica drew back. "I need you to come with me and point out people with neon green eyes."

"Wow. You're actually-"

"It won't take long."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Really?!"

"Really!"

"REAL-"

"YES!! REALLY!! I'M SERIOUS!!"

". . . .. . . . .. . . okay."

Daredevil and Jessica Jones set out to the streets of Hell's Kitchen to find anyone with neon green eyes and question them. They ended up seeing a couple, but they were too close to public. They searched throughout the docks and the slums of Hell's Kitchen. Eventually, they came across some green eyed, seemingly ordinary people. The real attraction in this scene, though was what these people were guarding. A purple hole surrounded by a lavender aura was floating in the air behind them. The hole was less of a round chasm, but more of a rip.

"Jessica, I'll take out the guards and check out the rip. It looks like something I can go through, so I'll most likely do that. Are you up for it?"

"Nah, I don't feel like dying. I'll happily help you fight those two."

"Okay." Matt and Jessica then proceeded to drop down behind the two guards. Daredevil punched one in the back of the head, then repeated until he was unconcious. Alive, but asleep. While he was doing that, Jessica punched the other one in the back, and he flew into a building. Daredevil looked up from his attack.

"What? I've got powers. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all." Jessica left and Daredevil began to inspect the rip. He looked at it for a while, and  eventually his curiosity was peaked. Matt Murdock leapt through the portal.

"uuuuugggghhhh" Matt groaned. He was struggling to open his eyes.

"Look sis! He's wakin' up!" A high pitched voice exclaimed.

"Well Ah'll be. I  thought he was a goner." Another said.

"AJ yer no medical expert. Ah knew he'd pull throu---*snore*" What sounded like an elderly woman said before falling asleep.

"He's openin' his eyes!" The higher voice said.

"Ugh, what the hell?"

"Mister? Are you alright?"

"Ugh. I'm sorry. For the past few minutes I've been trying to grasp the fact that I'm surrounded by a bunch of talking horses."