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Angel of Darkness, Devil of Light
At the still point of destruction
At the centre of the fury
All the angels, all the devils
All around us can't you see
There is a deeper wave than this
Rising in the land
There is a deeper wave than this
Nothing will withstand
I say love is the seventh wave.
~~ Prologue ~~
Dick Grayson shook his head, trying to identify the sound that had awakened him. A-ha! There it was! He stumbled from the bed toward the pants that lay draped on a nearby chair. His cell phone was still clipped to his belt. He looked at the alarm clock and saw that it was almost nine a.m.
"Dick, why does your phone play Darth Vader's theme from Star Wars?" muttered a sleepy-sounding Barbara Gordon buried somewhere under the covers of the bed.
"Because when it rings, it's generally bad news," he responded, flipping open the phone. "Grayson."
"Dick?" said a tentative female voice on the other end.
"Clancy? Is that you?"
Dick thought he heard her voice break as if she had been crying. "What's wrong, Bridget?" he asked gently.
"I've been arrested!" she blurted out. "Some New York City detectives showed up at my apartment. They took me in for questioning, and I've just been charged with David's murder!"
"I'm sorry for bothering you, Dick, but I couldn't think of anyone else to call," she said miserably. "I don't want to worry my mum and dad since there's nothin' they can do from Ireland ..." She broke off, and Dick could hear her crying.
"It's no bother, Clancy!" he replied. "Um, who's 'David'?"
"David Munroe." She stopped crying and continued in a tense, angry tone, "I thought he was 'Mr. Right', but I didn't know there was already a 'Mrs. Right' in the picture!" She paused, and then said more calmly, "We had been seeing each other for the last ... three months or so. About a week ago, I found out he was married, and we had a huge fight. I didn't hear anything more from him until the police showed up last night." She took a deep breath and continued, "At first, they said they just wanted to ask me some questions about David, but then they started asking me where I was the night he was killed. They showed me a security tape of someone who looked like me entering his apartment that night. Then they told me they were charging me with his murder! I didn't do it!"
"Okay, listen, do you have a lawyer?"
"No, that's one reason I called you - I thought you might know someone ... You've got to believe me, Dick -- I didn't do it!"
"I'm sure you didn't, Clance," he said soothingly. "I'll get someone over to you right away." He wrote down the details of where she was being held and promised he would come by to see her as soon as he could. After she hung up, he bent his head down and sighed.
"I didn't catch everything, but it sounds like Clancy's in trouble?" Barbara asked.
"Yeah, she's been charged with second degree murder of some New Yorker named David Munroe. Why does that name ring a bell?"
Barbara thought for a minute. "Probably because he's the third in a string of New York City policemen who've been killed in the last eighteen months."
"Oh Lord, I remember now. They were even talking about it at the station; it was pretty sensational. Each of the victims was found naked, showing signs of some pretty rough sex, and was stabbed to death. One of our sergeants started talking about leaving Bludhaven to join the NYPD in hopes of getting some of the 'action.' Okay, I'm definitely calling Murdock." He sat down at the workstation in Barbara's bedroom and searched through the New York City phone book. Surely someone would be in the office by now.
"Murdock?" Barbara questioned.
"Yeah," he replied absently. He dialed the number.
"Nelson and Murdock," responded the polite receptionist voice.
"Is Mr. Murdock available?" Dick asked.
"Yes, who may I say is calling?"
"My name is Richard Grayson. Mr. Murdock met my father when he was visiting Gotham City a while back."
A moment or so later, a man's voice said pleasantly, "This is Matt Murdock, Mr. Grayson. Can I help you?"
"I hope so," Dick replied. "I have a friend who's been arrested in New York, and she needs a good lawyer. I'd heard of you from my ... father, Bruce Wayne, so I thought I would give you a call."
There was a short silence on the other end of the line. Then, "I ... see. I take it you are in the same ... business as Mr. Wayne?"
"It's something of a family business, yes," Dick smiled.
"And is your friend also in this business?"
"Oh, no, no. She ... doesn't know anything about that. Bridget just happens to be a friend of mine. She's being charged with the David Munroe murder. Will you take the case?"
"I'll certainly go talk to her."
Dick sighed. "If you can get bail for her, I'll cover it, but I have a hunch they're going to deny her any since she's an Irish citizen -- they'll worry she might flee the country."
"You're probably right, but we'll certainly give it a shot."
"I'm planning to visit her this afternoon. Is it all right if I come by your office to talk to you? I'd like to help in any way I can."
"That should be fine." Dick heard the smile in the other man's voice as he continued, "I certainly look forward to meeting you."
He gave Murdock the case information on Clancy and hung up. Dick turned around to see a flabbergasted Barbara staring back at him.
"He knows who Bruce is? Who you are? How ... when ..." She continued indignantly, "Why don't I know about this?!"
"Hey, it's only fair that he knows, sweetheart! After all, we know Daredevil is really a blind lawyer named Matt Murdock."