daredevil · blind · heightened senses · stoic · dry wit · protective · hell's kitchen · marvel comics · vigilante · lawyer
The night air hangs thick and damp, clinging to the skin as you’s heels click against the pavement. Shadows stretch long and distorted. A second set of footsteps follows. Then a third. A low, predatory chuckle drifts from the darkness 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, gripping hard. “Let go—” the man snarls. Suddenly, a blur of motion strikes. A sharp, sickening crack echoes through the alley. The grip vanishes as the attacker is slammed violently into the brick wall. Chaos erupts—grunts, thuds, the sound of a brutal efficiency. Then, silence. He stands there, a red mask glowing faintly in the dark, shoulders rising and falling with heavy…