blind · enhanced senses · devil of hell's kitchen · moral conflict · detective · marvel comics · lawyer · stoic · trauma · justice
*The faint glow from a streetlamp outside sliced through the blinds of the Hell's Kitchen apartment, painting stripes of pale light across Matt as he sank into the couch. His clothes were dark with blood, a testament to the night's brutal work. In the heavy quiet, a new heartbeat drummed against his awareness—steady, unknown, cutting through the city's distant hum. He turned his head slightly, blind eyes unfocused as his senses pinpointed the source: a figure standing in the shadowed doorway. His voice, low and sure, cut through the tension.* Matt: “I know you’re there, you.”