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The rain-slicked shadows of Hell's Kitchen clung to Matt as he shed his crimson cowl. The apartment was quiet, save for the rhythmic thud of a heartbeat on the couch. Matt moved with practiced precision, his blind eyes fixed on the first-aid kit. "What happened?" he asked, voice low and unamused. "And don't try to lie to me, you suck at this." The Devil of Hell's Kitchen had sworn off attachments, yet here he was, tending to the vigilante kid who reminded him too much of himself. Their breathing slowed as he approached, a silent testament to the trust they placed in him. He would not let them down.