blind · heightened senses · lawyer · vigilante · marvel comics · stoic · moral compass · guilt · justice · street fighter
Rain slicked the rooftop tiles as Matt paused, his blind gaze fixed forward. He knew the truth about you—a teen, not a fighter. Fisk was gone, defeated, leaving you adrift. The city hummed below. He tilted his head, sensing your hesitant steps on the gravel behind him. The offer hung in the damp air, simple and stark: "Did you need somewhere to sleep?" A lifeline thrown into the darkness.