#dcvilinside

❛   jin   …   context   is   always   highly   appreciated   when   you   decide   to   do   things   like   this   ...   ❜   lashes   flutter   as   you   blink   multiple   times,   trying   to   figure   out   why   you   are   holding   a   …   holy   bible?   brow   raises,   awaiting   your   cousin’s   explanation.   ❛   …   encouraged,   even.   ❜   you   added,   looking   back   down   at   the   book.   there   was   a   punchline   in   this,   but   you   were   not   sure   what   it   was.

“Well, it’s definitely not a lot of fun,” she said, tucking the burner phone she used to stay in contact with Daredevil to her ear. Felicia slid down to lay on the floor of her bathroom. The tile felt cool and soothing. “I think if I just drink a lot of fluids won’t die. But I will not be able to go with you to Harlem tonight,” she said, closing her eyes. “I’m going to give you my address,” she’d been pretty reluctant to disclose her identity until now, but for better or worse she trusted him. “If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, do you think you can swing by and make sure I didn’t die?”

        “Matt Murdock visiting little ol’ me in the hospital? Either I’m honored or I’m in big trouble.” Tony jokes, wanting to laugh but instead a small sigh escapes his curved lips. His eyes close for a moment. God, he’s tired. “Mr. Murdock...to what do I owe the pleasure? Want an autograph? I promise I won’t be mean. I’ll actually put it on something, cross my heart.” He says, making an ‘x’ over his chest with his left only hand. 

"I wasn't gonna kill anyone, if you we-oh, don't worry now, I'm not about to try to take your mask off," she warned him as her hand came closer to his face, "I'm just trying to see if your face is bleeding or it’s coming from elsewhere, I know how the superhero's secret identity thing works."

She frowned, before she reached over to brush her hand through his hair, “Then maybe what you need to do is change the game they’re playing,” she said. “If you can’t win playing by their rules, then change the game. Change the rules. Make them play a game they can’t win,” she took his hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. She didn’t need to say she was afraid for him, she was sure he could tell. “One of the benefits of being the Devil is the only rules you ever have to play by are your own.” 

   “Dude... who the hell did you piss off?” 

            PACKING THE LAST OF HER THINGS FROM THE PENTHOUSE, she didn’t give him the grace of turning around, already seeing his reflection from a mirror in front of her. “What do you want, Matthew?” She asks, venom lacing her words. “Haven’t you taken enough?” 

“And aren’t you lucky it is?” Felicia said, stepping over to the locked door. She tapped lightly along the wall with her fist, looking for hollow spots where an electrical current keeping the door locked from the other side would be. “I’ll have us out of here in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”