Daredevil Page #4

How's your daughter?

- You okay?

- I... I think I'll be okay.

I'm not gonna lie

and say it doesn't hurt.

- Where did you learn to fight like that?

- My father.

He had me study with a different sensei

every year since I was 5.

Sounds like he wanted to turn you

into some kind of a warrior.

No. Just not a victim.

- Watch your step.

- Thank you. I didn't even...

Wait.

How did you do that?

How did you do the park?

I don't know,

growing up in the Kitchen, a blind kid.

You learn how to look out for yourself.

See that? He just ran that light.

I want you to create a paper trail,

one that can be traced to Natchios.

- Sir?

- The press want a kingpin.

So I'll give them a kingpin.

Get me Bullseye.

Two out of three.

Bloody Irish piece of trash.

- I said I was sorry. What do you want?

- Details. You owe me that.

Her name's Elektra Natchios.

She sounds like a Mexican appetizer.

It's Greek, genius.

Her father's Nikolaos Natchios.

- The billionaire?

- Yeah, see. Yes, the billionaire.

As your attorney, I advise you

to marry her immediately.

I'll take it under consideration.

Susie is my son Larry's daughter

by his first marriage.

She eloped with this

semi-colored fellow from London.

What's the word for that? Mulatto.

Just let's say he had

a little cream in his coffee.

But he did very well

for himself on the Internet.

But don't ask me how. No.

You know, they did get me a computer

for Christmas last year...

...but I refuse. I'm afraid

it's going to explode.

But who can afford to fly these days?

But then my sister Marjorie called and

said she had these frequent-flier miles...

...and she couldn't use them

because of her sciatic nerve.

So I said...

She's sleeping. Can I get you

anything before we land?

More peanuts, please.

- Yo, taxi!

- That's over on Seventh.

- You don't remember me?

- Thanks, buddy.

How can you not remember

the Kingpin?

No, no, no, no. Please!

No, please, no!

You remember me now?

What are you, stupid? You think you

could hold out on the Kingpin? Huh?

Get away from me!

Stay out of Hell's Kitchen.

This ain't your neighborhood no more.

Kitchen belongs to the Kingpin now.

Please.

Please don't hurt me.

I'm not the bad guy, kid.

I'm not the bad guy.

I'm not.

I have to call you back

because he just came in.

Morning.

- Your ears must have been burning.

- Why?

This just came by messenger.

Your invitation to the

Black & White Ball at The Grand.

Plus one.

Plus one? All right.

Guess I gotta rent a tux.

Wow. They spent some

serious money on this invitation.

I mean, you should feel it.

It's engraved.

- What time are you gonna pick me up?

- I'm not going.

What? Are you crazy?

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