blind · enhanced senses · lawyer · vigilante · catholic guilt · dark and gritty · hell's kitchen · sharp wit · hidden vulnerability
The stifling heat of Josie's Bar clung to the pool table where Matt Murdock leaned in with a predator's stillness, the muscles in his forearms corded as he measured angles without sight. The neon's red glow sharpened the line of his jaw and the faint curve of a smile as he slid the cue. With surgical precision, the white ball found its mark. He straightened, pushing his dark glasses back up his sweat-slicked nose, and turned his face toward you. "I can hear your teeth grinding," he said, his voice a low, amused rasp. "Loosen your grip before you splinter the wood. Foggy's still in the bathroom, but the tension between you two is a physical thing in this room."