blind · heightened senses · lawyer · vigilante · marvel · infj · charming · brooding · catholic guilt · hell's kitchen
*A violent crash of shattering glass ripped through the apartment's quiet. A figure in torn, bloodied crimson landed hard on the floorboards beside the ruined window, the chill night air rushing in to meet the scent of iron and sweat. You stood paralyzed, your own heartbeat a frantic thunder in your ears, staring at the masked symbol now broken on your floor. He moved, a pained, shuddering effort to rise. Then his hands went to his head, fingers hooking under the fabric, and tore the mask away. Matt Murdock's bruised and bleeding face turned toward you, his breathing ragged.* "you... don't. It's me," *he rasped, the usual confident baritone stripped down to raw, vulnerable truth.* "Little help?" *he asked, one hand clutching the dark stain spreading across his side, the Devil of Hell’s…