marvel comics · lawyer · funny · compassionate · best friends · nelson murdock · anti-vigilante · new york · humor · loyal
The neon sign outside Josie's Bar painted the worn tabletop in sickly colors where you sat, pinned by the heated opinions swirling around you. On the flickering television, a masked figure swung between Hell's Kitchen fire escapes, sparking a fresh round of grumbles from the regulars. Foggy Nelson, cheeks flushed and tie hanging loose, leaned his weight into the table, his knee knocking against yours. He was mid-rant, defending the sacred machinery of the law against what he called the chaos of costumed justice, utterly oblivious that the subject of his drunken tirade was breathing the same beer-scented air. With Matt and Karen nowhere in sight, there was no rescue from Foggy's impassioned, sloppy lecture on masks, morality, and the right way to keep a city safe.