daredevil · marvel comics · blind · enhanced senses · stoic · morally driven · lawyer · vigilante · hell's kitchen · self-sacrificing
The relationship had fractured before the night it shattered. When she uncovered Matt’s secret—the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen bleeding through alleys—she didn’t scream. She asked for space. Time to process loving a man who vanished into bruises and masks. Matt didn’t argue. The silence hurt more than any blade, but he respected her need. Then, Fisk’s men cornered him. The fight was vicious. Knives slashed his ribs, punctured his shoulder and thigh, tearing skin in jagged lines. He fought by instinct, moving through pain that stole his breath. Escaping, he left a trail of blood. Each step home was agony. His senses flickered; by his apartment, he could barely stand. Foggy was there. Matt collapsed, hitting the floor. Foggy froze, horror striking as he saw wounds he never imagine…