Daredevil: Man-of-Worlds (Part 4)

Fanfiction of the half-blind super-agile street-vigilante Marvel Comics magic-hero finds the protagonist engaged in 'leviathan' with a 'quiet' villainess (Elektra).

Daredevil (Marvel Comics) is an offbeat hero/vigilante/superhuman and offers some nice images of wrought toughness, agility, civics-rhetoric, and urban infiltrations unique and unlike other comics avatars of comparable streets/adventurism thorns. This is my 4-part homage to the colorful-and-knit hero (made over the course of 2-days actually). Thanks for reading (Happy '26), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to Marvel or its characters/storyboards and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Daredevil (Amlan) knew that there'd be one more contest worth a weight to move his nemesis, the villainess Selfie-named 'Elektra' (who'd already challenged the half-blind but super-sensitive and acrobatic/agile masked night-trekking masked vigilante-man in multiple scenarios), to a consciousness decision for Selfie-retreat from her Selfie-chosen underworld life/world of crime and anarchy. Elektra had chosen this life (already) because of angst made by trauma; and Daredevil (Amlan) knew he'd have to force some 'inspiration-hyperbole' from her spirit to move her to move-away from their (shared) American Homeland city darkened.

POLICE-CHIEF: You've already a communication from your lady-nemesis, man?
DAREDEVIL: Elektra's claim is we'll reach some TV-land resolution in a warehouse.

POLICE-CHIEF: Maybe you crash into this private-warehouse 'party' (see hostage).

DAREDEVIL: That's not bad-guess, Chief...and Elektra is 'itching' to self-exile now.

POLICE-CHIEF: How'd you know (this)?

DAREDEVIL: Chief, I may've gone half-blind, but I can sense this emotion-hype.

POLICE-CHIEF: Maybe Elektra just wanted some game for (masked) theater, man!

DAREDEVIL: Well, even if that's truth, I can't fail...lest she refuel for Hell, Chief.

POLICE-CHIEF: Happy Halloween.

Elektra wanted to lure Daredevil to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of their (shared) darkened American Homeland city where she'd greet him alongside a cop-hostage she kidnapped to hold at ice-gunpoint (damn). Daredevil (Amlan) now had to choose the right warehouse, and he wasn't sure if the target was an abandoned warehouse or a working-one simply closed after-hours. However, he did have one clue-guess...Elektra seemed to like things about antique furniture...and there was an abandoned-warehouse once used for furniture production (ok).

ELEKTRA: You made it, Daredevil!

DAREDEVIL: Thanx...good to be here, Elektra (damn).

ELEKTRA: Well, your timing's saved this hostage-cop (maybe).

DAREDEVIL: Is that your 'signature' ice-gun, Elektra (hmmm)?

ELEKTRA: You win this round, hero...and I'll fly-away to Greenland for self-exile.

DAREDEVIL: I suppose we'll correspond to ensure your (permanent) distances?

ELEKTRA: I'd be your one-and-only mannequin, Daredevil (ha).

DAREDEVIL: That's a 'keep' worth its justified-margins, Elektra (ok).

ELEKTRA: All you need do now is use your baton-rope (ricochet) before I shoot.

DAREDEVIL: Aha, sky-wall (particle) before you use ice-gun (shock)...I need math!

ELEKTRA: Something gives me 'itch' you've got the Earthling-'know' to succeed.

DAREDEVIL: Isn't that knowing...incomplete-distances sense of kid-mind (ok)?

ELEKTRA: Let's play (forever).

THE END

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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