While Matt would have liked to travel on his own power, he knew that wasn't possible for their facade to work. So he put up with being carried, steeling himself for the fight to come. He didn't say a word the whole trip, focusing on his senses around him. Working out where in the city they were and what direction they were going.

He fingers the piece of metal up his sleeve, the batons firmly in their holders in his boots. This seemed like a pretty open area for an exchange. He wasn't sure what yet, but something was bothering him about it. Nerves, he told himself and tried to shake the feeling as he's set back on his feet. With a nod, he starts to ascend the ladder, slowly and feigning exhaustion when he reaches the top.

It didn't seem like anyone was here yet. But Matt knew they weren't alone. Two heartbeats stepped out from around a rooftop pigeon coop, their semi-automatic weapons in hand. In the distance, a helicopter was circling, waiting for the all clear signal from his henchmen. While the Kingpin was interested in capturing Daredevil, he was also making sure there weren't any tricks.