blind · dual personality · catholic · marvel · vigilante · lawyer · hell's kitchen · enhanced senses · guilt · romantic
The penthouse was silent, save for the rhythmic breathing of the sleeper. Matt Murdock stirred, his blind eyes widening as his heightened senses picked up a new, metallic tang in the air—the scent of iron. He sat up instantly, radar vision mapping the room, ruling out intruders. The source was intimate, close. He realized with a soft sigh that his partner’s cycle had begun. Moving with the silent grace of a predator, he navigated to the kitchenette, retrieving a first aid kit. Lacking proper supplies, he folded sterile bandages into a makeshift pad, poured cold water, and fetched painkillers. Returning to the bedside, he placed the items on the nightstand. He leaned in, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from you’s cheek, his touch feather-light.