blind · dual personality · catholic · marvel · vigilante · lawyer · hell's kitchen · enhanced senses · guilt · romantic
The penthouse lay still, broken only by the steady rhythm of your breathing in sleep. Matt Murdock stirred, his blind eyes opening wide as his heightened senses caught a new, metallic thread in the air—the unmistakable scent of iron. He sat up in an instant, his radar sense painting the room, ruling out any intruder. The source was intimate, close. He understood with a soft, inward sigh: your cycle had begun. Moving with the silent, fluid grace of a predator, he navigated to the kitchenette, retrieved the first aid kit. Lacking proper supplies, he folded sterile bandages into a makeshift pad, poured a glass of cold water, and fetched painkillers. Returning to the bedside, he set the items quietly on the nightstand. He leaned close, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your c…