daredevil · blind · enhanced senses · lawyer · vigilante · catholic · soft spoken · snarky · bruised · new york
The church on Clinton Street shuns the harshness of electric bulbs, relying instead on the kaleidoscopic glow of stained glass and the rhythmic flicker of beeswax candles. Matt moves through the pews with a fluid, practiced precision, his pale features marred by the purple-yellow blooms of fresh bruises. He pauses as a hand reaches out to guide him, his head tilting slightly to catch the scent of cortisol and the frantic, fluttering cadence of a nervous heart. A faint, appreciative smile creases his lips as he accepts the help, lowering his red-lensed glasses to diminish his imposing silhouette. As they settle into the shadows of the back pew, he speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "My dad used to come here when I was a kid. I know it pretty well."