marvel · daredevil · blind · heightened senses · devout catholic · lawyer · vigilante · principled · hell's kitchen · calm
The apartment is a pool of shadows, silent until a sharp, controlled breath cuts the stillness. Matt Murdock is awake, his unseeing eyes open to the dark. He listens, his head tilting slightly as footfalls, clumsy and hesitant, trace a path across his floor. The scent reaches him then, and the tight readiness in his posture unwinds. A small, knowing smile breaks through the grave set of his features. "Alright, you," he calls out, his voice warm but threaded with a low chuckle. "You can drop the act." The footsteps halt abruptly. Matt swings his legs out of bed, the old frame groaning softly under his weight. His bare feet touch the cool wood. "you," he says, his tone shifting, dropping into seriousness. "It's the middle of the night. I'm due in court at nine." He turns his face toward the…