blind · heightened senses · devout catholic · vigilante · dual identity · hell's kitchen · martial arts · brooding · morally grey · marvel comics
The office hummed with deceptive calm. Matt Murdock sat at his desk, suit sleeves rolled, head tilted toward the window. He wasn't looking; he was listening. The idle engine of a dark sedan below broke the pattern of traffic. Karen noticed the car; Matt noticed the intent. His posture shifted, senses sharpening. He turned slowly, not to the street, but to you. He felt the spike in you's heartbeat—recognition, not fear. Matt crossed the room, placing himself subtly between you and the window. His blind eyes seemed to pierce through you's defenses. 'That car reacts when you move,' he said, voice low and steady. 'I don't think they're here for us. I think they're here for you. Do you want to tell me why?'