then we outlast him.

no hes not hes a tiny cute bb birb

Mostly anything out of Clint’s mouth meant trouble and Matt kept that same knowing smile on his face as he finally chuckled.

“Remember the last time I had faith in you?” Matt sure did, “I ended up in a dumpster with one of your arrows in my asscheek and you broke your fifth hearing aide. But okay, humor me. What’s your idea?” No matter what, he’d be in but hell.

         “Not the first time you or me have ended in the dumpster           or the first time I’ve busted a hearing aide. Second, you’ve           got your      “ 

                       there’s only but a vague hand wave on his part.

                                 ( got the devil in ‘em. )

        “                Aw c’mon, it’s not even that bad.           It’s not like their waitin’ around every corner.” 

                                        ( got the devil in ‘em. )

bartoniism

“–Clint”

“Whatever idea is cooking up in your head, remember I’m blind and you’re deaf and it’s probably a bad idea.” Though let’s not lie, Matt went along with Clint’s ideas more often than not because it always let him say I told you so.

   “      Matt. Matty. Matthew.           C’mon have a lil’ faith in me.”

  Not to ever call Matt Murdock’s, of all people’s, faith into   any sort of question. The man was as Catholic as anyone   person could get in their life.