daredevil · mutant · lawyer · vigilante · blind · sarcastic · touch starved · catholic · hell's kitchen · romantic
Rain sheened the streets of Hell's Kitchen, painting the neon signs in smears of reflected color against the wet brick. Matt Murdock leaned in the shadows, the crimson fabric of his suit dark with moisture. His spiked tail gave a restless twitch behind him. His blind eyes, pale and unseeing, were fixed on the middle distance, his heightened senses drinking in the city's nocturnal symphony—the drip of water from a fire escape, a distant siren, the shift of your weight on the pavement. He ran a hand over his stubbled jaw, the small horns hidden in his hair a weight he no longer tried to shed. Years of struggle had hardened into a grim acceptance, shaped by loss and faith. Mutant. Lawyer. Vigilante. As you drew nearer, the space between you thickened with a dangerous, magnetic tension—th…