The Next Generation of Marvel Heroes

Matt Murdock had explicitly told his daughter that as Daredevil’s sidekick, Acrobat could do no adventuring or detective work on her own. Acrobat couldn’t engage directly with the big bads or anything.

Good thing I’m not Acrobat anymore.

She’d had the costume tucked away in the back of her closet. A black and yellow costume, with familiar yellow initials emblazoned across the chest and a horned cowl. It hadn’t been easy, getting that costume together without her father’s knowledge, but Mags had managed. She hadn’t really considered wearing the costume for a long while yet, but with her father incapacitated thanks to whoever had tried to kill him…

And the list of suspects for that dubious honor is longer than Rapunzel’s braid.

( Well, Acrobat had to be retired... )