Some time ago, Matt Murdock had taken on a young apprentice.
The boy went by the nickname Blindspot.
Blindspot was an undocumented immigrant who had come to the United States with his mother. They lived quietly in Chinatown, surviving in the shadows like countless others who were afraid of attracting attention.
Despite his circumstances, Blindspot possessed a strong sense of justice.
Using a self-developed invisibility suit and some basic martial arts skills, he occasionally acted as a vigilante in Chinatown.
However, when Matt first saw him fight, he immediately realized the harsh truth.
Blindspot's martial arts skills were… limited.
Without the invisibility suit, he could barely fight three to five ordinary men at best.
For street-level criminals, that was enough.
But in the world of superheroes, assassins, and criminal organizations, those skills were nowhere near sufficient.
Matt had begun training him personally.
Every day he taught Blindspot new techniques, correcting his stance, strengthening his reflexes, and guiding him toward becoming a better fighter.
At the same time, Matt was also investigating a dangerous organization in Chinatown.
The Church of the Hand.
A violent cult with deep ties to the criminal underworld.
Between mentoring Blindspot, investigating the Church of the Hand, and maintaining his nightly patrols protecting Hell's Kitchen, Matt's schedule had become brutally overwhelming.
He was stretched to his limit.
Then one day, Deadpool appeared.
Matt had an idea.
Deadpool was chaotic, unpredictable, and morally questionable…
But he was also effective.
So Matt decided to pay Deadpool a small investigative fee to follow a lead connected to a suspicious priest tied to the case.
It really was a small payment.
Matt never intended for Deadpool to do anything drastic.
In fact, he had specifically warned him beforehand:
No killing.
Under any circumstances.
Deadpool had accepted the job.
But then—
Deadpool killed the priest anyway.
Even worse…
Matt hadn't even paid him yet.
This lunatic had killed someone without even receiving his commission.
Matt's anger boiled inside him.
This bastard!
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Bang!
The light bulb exploded.
Glass shattered across the room.
The apartment plunged into darkness.
Deadpool immediately clutched his head in dramatic horror.
"F**k! You broke my light bulb!"
He pointed at the ceiling like a victim filing a lawsuit.
"That bulb costs at least one thousand dollars!"
Matt ignored him completely.
His baton sliced through the air again with a sharp whistle.
Deadpool sighed.
"Alright, alright."
"If you want to fight, we'll fight."
He stepped sideways, smoothly dodging the strike.
Instead of pulling out his usual twin katanas, Deadpool reached down and drew the small dagger strapped to his calf.
His tone became slightly more serious.
"But first, let's clarify something."
"The evidence I found was already given to you before I killed him."
"That means the job ended there."
Deadpool shrugged.
"The killing afterwards was just personal revenge."
He tilted his head mockingly.
"So please, Mr. Ketchup…"
"Don't flatter yourself."
Before he even finished speaking—
Deadpool had already lunged forward.
His movement was eerily fast.
Almost unnatural.
In truth, Deadpool had already predicted this confrontation.
After accepting Matt's job and then killing the priest, he knew exactly what would happen.
Matt Murdock.
The ultimate boy scout with a strict no-kill rule.
Of course Matt would assume the priest's death was his fault.
And of course Matt would come looking for him.
Deadpool had even spent several days jumping between different timelines partly to avoid attention.
But he hadn't expected Matt to be this stubborn.
Half a month later… and the guy was still waiting in his house.
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CLANG!
The dagger collided with Matt's baton.
Sparks burst in the dark living room.
The metal impact echoed sharply.
Matt's voice was cold.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Dispensing justice?"
Deadpool smirked.
"Isn't that what you do?"
Matt snapped back.
"This is vigilantism, Wade!"
Deadpool clapped slowly.
"Wow."
"Is this Little Matt's Ethics Lecture?"
He tilted his head with a mischievous grin.
"Should we bring that kid you're protecting here?"
"Maybe he'd enjoy hearing how Lawyer Matt plans to defend the priest who abused him."
Matt didn't respond verbally.
Instead—
He spun his body and kicked forward.
His boot struck Deadpool square in the face.
Deadpool staggered back several steps.
"Damn it!"
"Not the face!"
Matt's voice carried suppressed anger.
"Your actions cannot erase that child's trauma."
Deadpool rubbed his nose.
Then he snorted.
"Killing him won't erase it."
"But throwing him in prison will?"
Matt answered immediately.
"Prison allows him to live and repent."
"It allows the victim to testify."
"It gives justice a process."
Matt stepped forward.
"But what you did…"
"You took away not only the criminal's life…"
"You also took away that child's right to watch justice be served."
For a moment—
Deadpool fell silent.
Then something unexpected happened.
Deadpool suddenly bowed deeply.
"I understand."
His tone became strangely sincere.
"That was my mistake, Matt."
Matt froze.
Completely stunned.
Deadpool…
Admitting fault?
Was this really Wade Wilson?
But then—
Deadpool straightened up.
"Next time!"
His voice rang loudly.
"Next time I'll bring the criminal directly to the victim!"
"So the kid can watch the judgment happen personally!"
Matt's baton flew again instantly.
Deadpool blocked it with his knife.
Matt shouted back.
"He should face the judgment of the law, Wade!"
Deadpool grabbed Matt's incoming punch mid-motion.
"You're wrong."
His voice turned sharp.
"The law is like a promise from your ex-girlfriend."
"It sounds beautiful."
"But in the end it always leaves you bleeding."
Matt reacted instantly.
Before Deadpool could trap his hand, Matt twisted his wrist and reversed the grip.
His leg swept forward.
Deadpool lost his balance.
Matt spoke firmly.
"The evidence you gave me could have put him in prison for ten years."
"Isn't that enough?"
But just as Deadpool began falling—
His body twisted unnaturally.
As if pushed by invisible force.
A flash of silver appeared.
Slash.
Matt's waist was cut open.
A thin line of blood appeared.
Deadpool shrugged casually.
"Wow."
"Ten years."
"That's really comforting."
He added sarcastically.
"Just like the little boy who will now instinctively cover himself every time he sees a priest for the rest of his life."
Deadpool had secretly used telekinetic power to cheat during the fall.
Matt couldn't see it.
But he still felt the danger.
Matt stepped back, clutching his wound.
But his voice remained firm.
"A criminal record follows someone for life."
Deadpool laughed coldly.
"A criminal record?"
He repeated the phrase slowly.
"That's such a warm idea."
"Like putting a 'Do Not Touch' sign on an open wound."
Matt tried to argue further.
But Deadpool cut him off.
"Let it go, Matt."
"You know you can't win against me."
"Just like you can't win against Frank."
Frank Castle.
The Punisher.
Matt was silent.
Deadpool spoke calmly.
"Maybe you'll keep your ideals forever."
"Maybe someday you'll become like us."
"But one thing is certain."
"We will never become like you."
Matt finally spoke.
"Killing doesn't solve problems."
Deadpool answered immediately.
"It solves the people who create problems."
"You'll become another problem."
Deadpool shrugged.
"I was already a problem."
After saying that, he pulled out a glow stick, snapped it, and tossed it onto the floor.
Soft green light filled the room.
Deadpool noticed the dark stain on Matt's suit.
The blood blended almost perfectly with the red fabric.
He tilted his head.
"My apologies, Mr. Ketchup."
"I accidentally opened your packaging."
After the fight, Matt's anger had cooled.
He had landed one satisfying kick on Deadpool's face.
That was enough punishment.
Besides—
He knew the truth.
Deadpool had not fought seriously.
If he had…
Deadpool would have used his swords.
And that slash wouldn't have merely grazed his waist.
Matt understood something else too.
Even with his enhanced senses.
Even with Stick's brutal training.
Even with years of combat experience.
He still couldn't beat Deadpool.
Deadpool's knife was simply too fast.
Too fast even for Matt's superhuman hearing and reflexes to track.
Then Matt spoke suddenly.
"Jealous?"
Deadpool blinked.
"Huh?"
Matt touched the stubble on the exposed half of his handsome face.
"Advertisement model."
Deadpool froze.
Then exploded.
"WHAT?!"
"You blind man who can't even see his own face dares to insult my looks?!"
Matt chuckled softly.
Deadpool shouted angrily.
"When I figure out how to fix my face…"
"I'll show you what the sexiest man in the world looks like!"
Matt replied calmly.
"Perhaps."
He walked past Deadpool toward the door.
Then paused.
His voice was quiet.
So quiet that it was unclear whether he was speaking to Deadpool…
Or to himself.
"Next time…"
"Don't do this."
Deadpool shrugged casually.
"Goodbye, Mr. Ketchup."
Then he grinned.
"And thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule saving Hell's Kitchen… just to come kick me."
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