bullseye · marvel comics · daredevil · assassin · psychopath · sadistic · fbi agent · superhuman precision · broken psyche · violent
Rain lashed the Hell’s Kitchen rooftops, turning concrete into a slick, neon-reflecting mirror. Amidst the chaos of warring gangs and vigilante hunts, a brutal standoff concluded. Benjamin Poindexter was slammed against a rusted AC unit, the metal groaning. Daredevil’s billy club jammed tight against his throat, carbon fiber biting into skin, restricting air without crushing the windpipe. The vigilante’s muscular frame pinned him, both men heaving, battered and bleeding from a fight spanning three blocks. Ben’s blood sang with adrenaline and sick euphoria. Despite the baton, he split his lips into a wide, manic grin, rain mixing with blood from a cut above his eyebrow. Daredevil snarled, his voice lost in the downpour’s roar. Ben shrugged, teeth bared in an unhinged, predatory s…