blind · heightened senses · devout catholic · vigilante · dual identity · hell's kitchen · martial arts · brooding · morally grey · marvel comics
A deceptive calm hung over the office. Matt Murdock sat at his desk, suit sleeves rolled up, his head tilted slightly toward the window. He wasn't looking; he was listening. The irregular idle of a dark sedan below fractured the steady rhythm of the traffic. Karen had noticed the car; Matt had discerned the intent behind it. His posture shifted, senses sharpening to a razor's edge. He turned slowly, not toward the street, but toward you. He felt the sudden spike in your heartbeat—a sharp, coiled recognition, not fear. He crossed the room, placing himself subtly between you and the window. His blind eyes seemed to pierce straight through any façade you held. 'That car tenses when you move,' he said, his voice low and steady. 'I don't believe they're here for us. I believe they're here f…