Not Another New Year's Chase! (The Defenders)

[webdevil]

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, MATT MURDOCK!"

Foggy Nelson's voice was garbled in the embedded Bluetooth of Matt Murdock's horn-tipped cowl. Why was Matt Murdock, blind attorney-at-law, wearing a horn tipped cowl? Well right at present, he had to step out of the company New Year's Eve soiree (Which his firm, Nelson and Murdock, had not done in several years since Karen Page was their secretary and when they were significantly understaffed), to do his night job as the Defender of Hell's Kitchen, Daredevil: The Man Without Fear!

For all of Matt's disability with sight, his remaining four senses functioned with acute superhuman sharpness and detected the whine of a very familiar Goblin glider that belonged to only the smallest handful of people. Though in this case, one he heard whine across his ear drums not a few days prior during the riots. At first, Matt thought it was the return of the Devils gang, but instead a whole new one rose up in its place.

"Yeah? Well save the eulogy for midnight. This will only take a minute," said Daredevil, banking and winding across rooftops at speeds thought impossible for normal human beings to keep up with the sound of the Goblin glider.

"Bull! Your last New Year's ended up with you tearing a strip out of Fisk Tower AND a chunk of New York! And you had a frickin' tank last time! What, you gonna do this with your grappling hook and charm!?" came Foggy's voice.

"No..." said Daredevil as his Radar picked up other bodies running, diving, swinging, and leaping in formation alongside him.

"I've got backup..."

[razor]

Jessica Jones

"Have you ever been kicked in the nuts by a superhero?"

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Jessica Jones was a busy woman. She had a job and a kid to take care of. She hated these late night capers and REALLY didn't want to deal with the heroics. Paying the babysitter is getting to be expensive, even though she doesn't charge nearly as much as she could for how much she does for them. Yet here she was, in the middle of the night, galavanting with the suits. She really needed to quit doing this... This was Luke's thing, not hers.


"Ya know, Devil, I might get to you before Foggy does." She'd grunt, running and jumping alongside him. She totally could have called him Matt, but you never know who's around listening, "Aren't normal people supposed to be out celebrating? Not beating the shit out of anything that commits a crime?"


She looked at the Defenders running alongside the two of them. What a band. A goofy band at that, they're all in their supers suits... She really needed to rethink going out on these adventures in her normal attire. She was going to have some trouble one day.

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[Rift]

Hobgoblin raced along the skyline, laughing and humming to himself as he went. Sure the attempt to turn Hell's Kitchen into a literal hellscape using his ragtag group of Goblin groupies hadn't gone fully to plan. And yes there was the aggravated tights squad looking for him in the aftermath. But that was no reason to frown. If there was one thing he taught those who attended his seminars (that you too are welcome to attend, assuming you pay the price of admission!) it was that plans don't always work out, things change midstream, and you have to find the bright side in setbacks. Because that's what they were. Setbacks, temporary roadblocks to success that only became permanent it you let them seep into your mind and soul.

And there were many upsides! People began to talk about the return of a Hobgoblin and with glowing reviews. It was the question on law enforcement's minds. Who was this guy? Is he old or new? How did he assemble a gang of hooligans so quickly? Where did all those wonderful gadgets come from? And what would he do next? All wonderful questions. All exposure was good exposure and with headlines like that, people might just start to respect the Hobgoblin brand again!

Oh and there was the fact that trust in the spandex society and their ability to protect people was in question. Another bonus as Hobgoblin saw it.

That though brought him to the downside. Some rubes just didn't know when to call it quits. On a beautiful night with a high moon, crisp air, and celebrations galore you'd think Daredevil and his discount Street Avengers would be making resolutions. Like not getting caught flatfooted by the Hobgoblin! But were they celebrating? Were they at home washing their tights, vowing to be better people, or figuring out how to rehab their image? No. The horned dork himself was giving chase!

Really oughta give that guy a pamphlet! He could use some brand makeover and crisis control strategies! he thought as he casually tossed razor bats at a nearby water tower causing it to crash to the streets below, hopefully giving the maniac an obstacle to drive around. And driver's lessons! Yeesh!

"You know the song that's popular on this holiday? Well guess what, we old acquaintances cannot be forgotten when you keep popping up like a zit on prom night!" he shouted, not caring or knowing if Daredevil and his allies could hear could hear. "What I'm saying is, we should see other people for a bit! I hear Stilt Man needs a nemesis, go harass him!"

[webdevil]

The one thing Daredevil took advantage of from any costumed clown on such a consistent basis that he didn't need to crack jokes like his fellow Defender, Spider-Man (whom he noted was late again as usual as of late), was when they kept talking and self-aggrandizing to the point of obnoxious. While the Goblin was yapping his mouth off for the umpteenth time, Daredevil fired his reinforced steel grapple cable and had it hooked around the man's glider, immediately reeling himself in. As the cable retracted its well over thirty feet, Daredevil could already feel the glider trying to stabilize from the sudden two-hundred plus pounds of weight taking over its left side. He felt the glider begin to spiral as it tried shaking him off, but to the Man Without Fear's credit, his enhanced sense of touch allowed him to reorient his balance to maintain his grip even with the sudden velocity and altitude changes. He managed to get within earshot of the Goblin before speaking with a bone chilling voice that he was positive Hobgoblin wasn't prepared for compared to his usual fights with the Webhead:

"Wilbur Day's retired; you should follow his lead,"

He hoped Jessica, Danny, or anybody else who managed to catch up underneath him was ready for him. He sensed Goblin's body language and this could only go one of three ways, two of which included his cable getting severed or yanked free from the glider and causing him to fall, requiring a save. He wasn't afraid. In the odd chance Hobgoblin was stupid, however, he was already unclipping the clip of his billy club holster for his road flares to wedge into the glider's exhaust and combust the engine from the inside out!

[Rift]

Hobgoblin grunted as the glider wobbled a bit before readjusting to the extra weight. This wasn't his first rodeo so he was intimately familiar with spandex wearing do-gooders trying to latch on to the flying device in an attempt to negate the advantage he had in the air. It was to be expected with someone like the wallcrawler, who did so at least three times per encounter, but that didn't mean he appreciated it, especially at the hands of a lunatic dressed like that.

Heroes and villains used to have style in this town! Now look at them. Fashion rejects like the Little Demon That Could down there or that strong guy that had been down in Hell's Kitchen. What kind of uniform is an ugly yellow t-shirt anyway? he thought.

"You know mother always told me not to pick up hitchhikers. Some of the people in this city are crazy! I mean for all I know you could be a serial killer!" he shouted, pressing a button on his gauntlet. "But what the heck, just tonight I'll run with the devil!"

Suddenly the glider increased in speed as more power was fed into the thrusters. Hobgoblin was used to Spider-Man being able to hold on, his stickiness or whatever it was that gave him the ability to scale walls allowing him to remain firmly in place. It was time to see if Daredevil had half as much ability to remain attached.

"Hold on tight, yer in for a bumpy ride!"

With that he dropped altitude rapidly before rising once again, swaying the glider side-to-side as if to shake Daredevil off. Then suddenly he headed directly for a billboard, intending to rocket upwards at the last minute in an attempt to scrape Daredevil off the glider.