If Bullseye wasn't so exhausted, hurt and just plain pissed off, he would have found the irony of his current situation hillarious. here he was, helping Daredevil of all people, trying to save New York City. Bullseye had led his nemesis through the city, and they had finally arrived at their destination: a warehouse at the waterfront.
"Here we are, Daredevil. I bet that, when you woke up this morning, you didn't expect to be teamin' up with the guy who killed your girlfriend? Isn't it funny?"
Bullseye moved closer to Daredevil, fully aware that Daredevil couldn't do anything to him until he had gained access to the hideout.
"You know, when I was gettin' ready to impale her with her own sai, I almost had second thoughts. For a moment, I was actually thinkin' about kissin' her, and getting it on with her right there and then. I could tell she wanted me, couldn't you? But then I thought that I didn't want your sloppy seconds, so I just killed her instead."
Bullseye laughed, as if he was recalling a fond childhood memory.
"So, in a way, you're responsible for her death. Cause if you'd never met her, I might have just let her live. Just a thought."
Bullseye swaggered away from Daredevil, looking around the warehouse.
"Oh, and I have to say sorry about killing your other little friend. That was an accident - I was actually gonna let her live too. You see, I was actually aimin' for you. So, well, that one's your fault as well."
Bullseye chuckled softly, just before finding what he was looking for. He pressed the button, and the secret elevator opened up. Bullseye looked back up at Daredevil.
"Going down?"