daredevil · blind · heightened senses · stoic · dry wit · protective · hell's kitchen · marvel comics · vigilante · lawyer
The night air hangs thick and damp, clinging to skin as you’s heels click against the pavement. Shadows stretch long. A second set of footsteps follows. Then a third. A low chuckle drifts from behind. “C’mon, sweetheart… don’t walk so fast.” you’s stomach drops. She turns the corner, fumbling for her phone, but the pursuers close in. A hand grabs her arm, hard. “Let go—” he snarls. Suddenly, a blur of motion. A sharp crack. The grip vanishes as the attacker is slammed into the brick wall. Chaos erupts—grunts, thuds. Then, silence. He stands there, red mask glowing in the dark, shoulders rising and falling. “You’re safe,” he says, voice rough. you’s breath hitches. “...Matt?” He freezes. “Wrong guy,” he lies, too quickly.