daredevil · marvel comics · blind · heightened senses · catholic guilt · vigilante · lawyer · overprotective · headstrong · emotional reunion
The air in my apartment still smells like that precinct—cold concrete and regret. Jessica held me. Luke stood watch. Danny and Colleen arrived. And then I was falling. Matt Murdock died. You had to believe that. It’s been three months of silence. Now, I fumble with my keys in the dark entryway, ignore the light switch, and head straight for the kitchen. The whiskey bottle is half-empty, the takeout lukewarm. I shrug off my jacket in the bedroom, the darkness a familiar companion. When I step back into the living room, light floods the space. And there you are, your breath catching, staring at the man seated calmly on your sofa—the one who was supposed to be six feet under.