Judge, Jury and Executioner

Sticking a landing will royally fuck up your joints and possibly shatter your ankles, depending on how high you’re jumping/falling from. There’s a very good reason free-runners dive and roll. 

Hand-to-hand fights usually only last a matter of seconds, sometimes a few minutes. It’s exhausting work and unless you have a lot of training and history with hand-to-hand combat, you’re going to tire out really fast. 

Arrows are very effective and you can’t just yank them out without doing a lot of damage. Most of the time the head of the arrow will break off inside the body if you try pulling it out, and arrows are built to pierce deep. An arrow wound demands medical attention. 

Throwing your opponent across the room is really not all that smart. You’re giving them the chance to get up and run away. Unless you’re trying to put distance between you so you can shoot them or something, don’t throw them. 

Everyone has something called a “flinch response” when they fight. This is pretty much the brain’s way of telling you “get the fuck out of here or we’re gonna die.” Experienced fighters have trained to suppress this. Think about how long your character has been fighting. A character in a fist fight for the first time is going to take a few hits before their survival instinct kicks in and they start hitting back. A character in a fist fight for the eighth time that week is going to respond a little differently. 

ADRENALINE WORKS AGAINST YOU WHEN YOU FIGHT. THIS IS IMPORTANT. A lot of times people think that adrenaline will kick in and give you some badass fighting skills, but it’s actually the opposite. Adrenaline is what tires you out in a battle and it also affects the fighter’s efficacy - meaning it makes them shaky and inaccurate, and overall they lose about 60% of their fighting skill because their brain is focusing on not dying. Adrenaline keeps you alive, it doesn’t give you the skill to pull off a perfect roundhouse kick to the opponent’s face. 

Swords WILL bend or break if you hit something hard enough. They also dull easily and take a lot of maintenance. In reality, someone who fights with a sword would have to have to repair or replace it constantly.

Fights get messy. There’s blood and sweat everywhere, and that will make it hard to hold your weapon or get a good grip on someone. 

A serious battle also smells horrible. There’s lots of sweat, but also the smell of urine and feces. After someone dies, their bowels and bladder empty. There might also be some questionable things on the ground which can be very psychologically traumatizing. Remember to think about all of the character’s senses when they’re in a fight. Everything WILL affect them in some way. 

If your sword is sharpened down to a fine edge, the rest of the blade can’t go through the cut you make. You’ll just end up putting a tiny, shallow scratch in the surface of whatever you strike, and you could probably break your sword. 

ARCHERS ARE STRONG TOO. Have you ever drawn a bow? It takes a lot of strength, especially when you’re shooting a bow with a higher draw weight. Draw weight basically means “the amount of force you have to use to pull this sucker back enough to fire it.” To give you an idea of how that works, here’s a helpful link to tell you about finding bow sizes and draw weights for your characters.  (CLICK ME)

If an archer has to use a bow they’re not used to, it will probably throw them off a little until they’ve done a few practice shots with it and figured out its draw weight and stability. 

People bleed. If they get punched in the face, they’ll probably get a bloody nose. If they get stabbed or cut somehow, they’ll bleed accordingly. And if they’ve been fighting for a while, they’ve got a LOT of blood rushing around to provide them with oxygen. They’re going to bleed a lot. 

Here’s a link to a chart to show you how much blood a person can lose without dying. (CLICK ME) 

If you want a more in-depth medical chart, try this one. (CLICK ME)

- Short sentences. Choppy. One action, then another. When there’s a lull in the fight, take a moment, using longer phrases to analyze the situation–then dive back in. Snap, snap, snap. - Same thing with words - short, simple, and strong in the thick of battle. Save the longer syllables for elsewhere. - Characters do not dwell on things when they are in the heat of the moment. They will get punched in the face. Focus on actions, not thoughts. - Go back and cut out as many adverbs as possible. - No seriously, if there’s ever a time to use the strongest verbs in your vocabulary - Bellow, thrash, heave, shriek, snarl, splinter, bolt, hurtle, crumble, shatter, charge, raze - it’s now. - Don’t forget your other senses. People might not even be sure what they saw during a fight, but they always know how they felt. - Taste: Dry mouth, salt from sweat, copper tang from blood, etc - Smell: OP nailed it - Touch: Headache, sore muscles, tense muscles, exhaustion, blood pounding. Bruised knuckles/bowstring fingers. Injuries that ache and pulse, sting and flare white hot with pain. - Pain will stay with a character. Even if it’s minor. - Sound and sight might blur or sharpen depending on the character and their experience/exhaustion. Colors and quick movements will catch the eye. Loud sounds or noises from behind may serve as a fighter’s only alert before an attack. - If something unexpected happens, shifting the character’s whole attention to that thing will shift the Audience’s attention, too. - Aftermath. This is where the details resurface, the characters pick up things they cast aside during the fight, both literally and metaphorically. Fights are chaotic, fast paced, and self-centered. Characters know only their self, their goals, what’s in their way, and the quickest way around those threats. The aftermath is when people can regain their emotions, their relationships, their rationality/introspection, and anything else they couldn’t afford to think or feel while their lives were on the line.

Do everything you can to keep the fight here and now. Maximize the physical, minimize the theoretical. Keep things immediate - no theories or what ifs.

If writing a strategist, who needs to think ahead, try this: keep strategy to before-and-after fights. Lay out plans in calm periods, try to guess what enemies are thinking or what they will do. During combat, however, the character should think about his options, enemies, and terrain in immediate terms; that is, in shapes and direction. (Large enemy rushing me; dive left, circle around / Scaffolding on fire, pool below me / two foes helping each other, separate them.)

Mattt felt a weird rush of energy, almost like an electrical shock, where his fingers brushed against Betty’s hand.  It surprised him enough that he almost jerked his arm away, but whatever it was dissipated almost as quickly as it had come.

Huh.

 It was…weird, to say the least, but he’d experienced much weirder when it came to his super senses before. The energy was probably just static electricity, or something in the air that he picked up on. They might have been doing electrical work in the building again, that really messed with him the last time…

Bewildered, he decided to shake the feeling off and relaxed into Betty’s touch, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

“Good Morning.“ 

Matt smiled, having almost forgotten how nice the sound of her voice was. He was lucky he didn’t flinch when he touched her, otherwise they probably wouldn’t be cuddling right now. And that would have been a serious shame.

"How are you?”

“Oh, I’m good,” he said with a a laugh, running his free hand through his hair. “How are you?”

Matt laid with Betty for some time, just savoring the feeling of a warm body curled against his own. It was nice, and a relaxing change of pace from his normally hectic scheduele. He was lucky he didn’t have anything important to do at the office this morning.

“So,” he eventually found himself asking, “Do you want some breakfast? I could make pancakes.” He actually made some pretty good pancakes, of he did say so himself.

“I’m just peachy.” She responded before snuggling closer. As terrible as it was, she missed being able to be this close to someone. The last person was Sharon and that seemed to be a lifetime ago. Of course, it was not the exact same as it had been with her, but it was hard to be that close to a stranger. She hummed softly, nuzzling again his chest. It was so smooth and warm. She opened her eyes again, staring at the wall, enjoying the peace and quiet. It had been so long since she had a nice lay in such as this. Anymore it was either science or missions dragging her out at the crack of dawn.

Betty hummed before nodding against his chest. “I would love pancakes.” Pancakes were, in fact, one of the best breakfast foods right next to hash browns. She rose out of bed, letting her arms rise above her head in a stretch. Betty groaned before turning back to look at Matt. “Mind if I use your restroom to freshen up at bit?” At his confirmation she grabbed her clothes and purse and headed towards the restroom.

Going on the run with Bruce had taught her to keep a bottle of mouth wash in her pocket in the very least.

Betty hummed quietly as she untangled her hair with her fingers. It was odd, staring at herself in the mirror. She had, had one night stands before. Who hadn’t? But she never really was the type to go home with someone. Especially not in an area such as this. Matt was a sweet one though, the type every girl dreamed about. She grabbed her outfit, slipping into it with the ease he slipped her out of it last night.

She had just grabbed her mouthwash when she happened to notice the bloody bandages in the trash. Betty almost dropped the bottle in surprise, grabbing it at the last second before staring at the trash in confusion and concern.

What the?

“Whomever that belongs to, took quiet a beating.” The other supplied, slipping out over her skin in a slight comfort. “Hopefully it belongs to him and not whomever he hurt. I would hate to have to hurt someone who made you feel that way.”

Betty swallowed roughly, trying to slow down her racing heart. She just had to act cool, see if Matt did anything like street fighting in his spare time. She slipped the mouthwash back into her purse before heading back out.

His life had been a bit of a shitshow, as of late. Well, it always was, but with the law firm finally taking off, his nightime escapades as Daredevil, and the looming SRA deadline...he barely had time to think, let alone maintain any kind of social life.

Stumbling into Betty was quite possibly the best thing to happen to him in a very long time.  It had been ages since he'd shared an evening with someone who wasn't Foggy, and he'd had such an amazing night just hanging out at Josie's with her.

Betty hummed against his chest, and the vibrations from her vocal chords tickled the skin beneath her throat.  Matt desperately tried to stifle a laugh. "Sorry, sorry. I'm a bit ticklish there." He sighed and settled back down again, taking in the sweet smell that radiated off of her body. 

Betty hummed again, and Matt couldn't stop himself from letting out a snort. She was totally doing it on purpose, wasn't she? At least she liked pancakes. Pancakes were great.

He turned in her general direction as she got out of bed, stretching her naked body in a way that almost made him blush. His radar sense could pick up the general shape, but it was the little details that made her especially gorgeous. Her smell, the ripple of her muscles as she moved, the pitch of her voice...

“Mind if I use your restroom to freshen up at bit?” 

Matt, clearly distracted by other things, startled when she spoke. "Oh! Yeah, yeah." He stuttered awkwardly. "It's just outside the bedroom, first door on the right. I'll, uh, go get started on the pancakes."

After a few minutes the lawyer pulled himself out of bed, throwing on some clothes that were a bit more casual than his suit from the night before. That was probably a bit of a wrinkled mess now, anyway; he'd have to iron it.

Matt made his way into the kitchen and started on the pancakes, a recipe he'd long since memorized.  He smiled to himself as he worked, listening apsentmindedly to Betty's quiet humming. God, she was adorable.

But then the humming suddenly stopped, and the surge of energy he'd felt earlier seemed to radiate out of the bathroom. He paused, fighting the urge to call out to her. Had the energy been coming from her this whole time?  It was a bit weird, but pretty normal in New York, all things considered.

Betty's heartbeart was irratic, almost fearful as she came out of the bathroom, but Matt pretended not to notice. He had to, not unless he wanted to explain his powers to a relative stranger.

The lawyer smiled in her general direction, then dutifully went back to mixing his pancake batter. If she wanted to talk about it she would, but hopefully she was okay.

She was embarrassed; Matt could tell from the way her heart fluttered in her chest, and the sudden rush of heat to her cheeks. He chuckled along with her as she awkwardly laughed the mistake off, hoping to ease some of her obvious discomfort.

 "Ah, Don’t worry about it,“ the lawyer shrugged, “Its kind of funny, actually. The cane is, uh…Usually the first thing people notice about me.”

He stretched his hand out in front of him for her to shake, waiting to feel the woman’s hand in his own before continuing.

“Its nice to meet you, Betty. I’m Matthew.”

Matt had to admit, he was a little surprised by her offer. It wasn’t every day that a beautiful woman approached him on the street and invited him for drinks. Well, he couldnt exactly see Betty’s face, but she was beautiful in all the ways that mattered to him. Like her voice, her smell, and the way her skin felt beneath his fingers… It was hard to explain the feeling.

“I’d love to get a drink with you, actually.” Matt said, beaming. “There’s this bar, Josie’s, two blocks away from here…” he oriented himself so that he was facing forward on the bench, using it as a sort of compass to work off of.

“Its down the street to my right, third door on the left.” He said, gesturing with his cane in the specified direction.

Matt stood up from the bench and offered his free arm to Betty, linking elbows with her so that she could guide him.

“Hell’s Kitchen isn’t so bad once you get used to it.”

——-

Matt woke up late in the morning, judging from the sunlight streaming through the window and onto the bare skin of his chest. He groaned, rubbing his face sleepily; Betty was in his apartment, lying in the bed beside him. They’d had a few drinks at Josie’s last night, and Matt had brought her back to his place. One thing led to another, and, well… It had been fun.

“Good morning,” he yawned, reaching out to find Betty’s arm and place his hand there.

“I honestly tend to be oblivious to those sorts of things.” Spent enough time with veterans and you stopped noticing such things. Like they were there, but they were not that important. It was a part of the person, not so much the person themselves. Betty grasped his hand, thumb brushing against the callouses there. It was odd, to feel such a thing, but everyone had their hobbies. Maybe he had a garden or something along those lines. It was kind of amusing though, they were located where hers were from her staff. The areas Elizabeth refused to heal because “what’s the point?”  

Strange.

Betty blinked in amazement when he oriented himself on the bench, giving her very clear instructions. For someone who could get lost heading from one end of a building to the other that was amazing. “Josie’s sounds like a lovely place. Do they have cheese fries?” One good side effect of a sped-up metabolism was that it was not so killer to eat such things anymore. Just one hour running could take care of them vs the previous 2-3 hours. She linked her arm with his, nodding slightly.

“You know, I think I might be starting to see what you mean by that.”

                                                    -Time Skip-

Betty startled as she felt a hand gently touch her, feeling a rush of her power before it settled back down.

Right, she had went home with a stranger.

Fuck.

Fuck, Bruce was going to be so upset with her.

At least it had been a fun night.

Huh.

 It was...weird, to say the least, but he'd experienced much weirder when it came to his super senses before. The energy was probably just static electricity, or something in the air that he picked up on. They might have been doing electrical work in the building again, that really messed with him the last time...

Bewildered, he decided to shake the feeling off and relaxed into Betty's touch, wrapping an arm around her waist. 

"Good Morning." 

Matt smiled, having almost forgotten how nice the sound of her voice was. He was lucky he didn't flinch when he touched her, otherwise they probably wouldn't be cuddling right now. And that would have been a serious shame.

"How are you?"

"Oh, I'm good," he said with a a laugh, running his free hand through his hair. "How are you?"

Matt laid with Betty for some time, just savoring the feeling of a warm body curled against his own. It was nice, and a relaxing change of pace from his normally hectic scheduele. He was lucky he didn't have anything important to do at the office this morning.

Matt had stayed at the office later than he’d intended to, scrambling to finish the opening statements he’d promised Foggy he’d have done a week ago. He, of course, hadn’t finished them a week ago, because he’d spent the better part of the month chasing down a gang of car thieves that had been setting of chop shops around Hell’s Kitchen…and sleeping off a lot of extra strength Tylenol.  They really knew how to inflict some blunt force trauma, those car jackers. There was actually still some nasty bruising around his left eye from a particularly well placed tire Iron. The helmet, of course, was fucked, but at least he was still alive. Yay.  Melvin said the replacement would be done sometime this evening.

He could feel the sun to the west, a few stay rays warming the back of his neck as he finally locked up for the night. It was low in the sky, partially obscured by the apartment complexes and office buildings that dominating the city skyline. The exact time was difficult, but based on the time of year, it was probably 6:30; 7 at the latest. “Check time” He said loudly, purposefully over-enunciating so the speech to text program on his phone would kick in.

‘The time is now…6:37 pm.’ It chirped in response. Ding ding, we have a winner.

There was a bench about halfway down the block that he sat down on. He still had some time before he went to Melvin’s workshop, and he wasn’t interested in walking home just yet either. Besides, it was kind of nice out, now that the sun was setting.  The heat had been brutal all day, and the office was almost unbearable this time of year.  They really needed to invest in some air conditioning.

A woman eventually caught his attention from several feet down the street. She was walking quickly toward him, the leather of her handbag rubbing against itself as she clutched it tightly to her chest.  Her increased heart rate and the scent of her sweat indicated to him that she was scared. Not terrified, so she wasn’t I any immediate danger; just nervous about something.

“Um…Hello Sir.”  

She was next to him now, and Matt angled his head towards the source of her voice.

“ I’m so so sorry to bother you. I seem to be lost, I was supposed to end up in Brooklyn but I don’t think I am anywhere close. Where am I and do you know a way back? Well, back towards Times Square anyway, getting a bit too late to wander to Brooklyn then back home I suppose.”  

No wonder she was nervous. Hell’s Kitchen was NOT the best place to be lost, especially not this time of night. But…asking a blind guy probably wasn’t the best idea.

Matt laughed awkwardly, smiling slightly as he reached around for the red and white cane on the bench beside him. “I’m really sorry, but I’m not sure I’m the best person to ask for directions.”  

That was a lie, of course. He knew Hell’s kitchen better than anyone else, down to each individual square inch. Or at least Daredevil did. Matt Murdock, on the other hand, could barely get to work by himself.  

“I could call you a cab? My phone doesn’t have a map or anything like that on it; otherwise I could probably point you in the right direction.” That much was true. He used a flip phone because the buttons were bigger, and the text to speech features were ridiculously easy to use. There weren’t any apps on it or anything.  

“I’ll wait with you. It’s not a good idea to be alone at night around here.”

Betty mentally cursed to herself, scratching the back of her head. She honestly needed to be more observant because this was ridiculous. How could she have missed the cane. Those things were meant to be noticed. She shook her head, pinching herself slightly before giving an awkward chuckle. “Whoops, sorry about that. I’m sometimes a bit of a space head.” Bruce used to tease her that she spent so much time looking at microscopic things that she missed the big ones around her. She dropped her hand into her pocket, smiling.

“That would be wonderful, but first mind if I buy you a drink of whatever or dinner.” She chuckled. “Please, you’re doing me such a favor, it’s the least I can do.” She had the free time after all. She had already missed the meeting time. There was honestly nothing left to do. Staved off the yelling for a for a bit longer. Besides, this man seemed nice. Very fit as well and it had been some time since she had gotten to spend some time with a gentleman such as him. Most of the guys she saw these days were dull soldiers. “Ahh, my name is Elizabeth by the way, but most of my friends call me Betty.” That or Bets, but that was more playful than anyone else.

 "Ah, Don't worry about it," the lawyer shrugged, "Its kind of funny, actually. The cane is, uh...Usually the first thing people notice about me."

 He stretched his hand out in front of him for her to shake, waiting to feel the woman's hand in his own before continuing.

"Its nice to meet you, Betty. I'm Matthew."

Matt had to admit, he was a little surprised by her offer. It wasn't every day that a beautiful woman approached him on the street and invited him for drinks. Well, he couldnt exactly see Betty's face, but she was beautiful in all the ways that mattered to him. Like her voice, her smell, and the way her skin felt beneath his fingers... It was hard to explain the feeling.

"I'd love to get a drink with you, actually." Matt said, beaming. "There's this bar, Josie's, two blocks away from here..." he oriented himself so that he was facing forward on the bench, using it as a sort of compass to work off of.

"Its down the street to my right, third door on the left." He said, gesturing with his cane in the specified direction.

Matt stood up from the bench and offered his free arm to Betty, linking elbows with her so that she could guide him.

"Hell's Kitchen isn't so bad once you get used to it."

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Matt woke up late in the morning, judging from the sunlight streaming through the window and onto the bare skin of his chest. He groaned, rubbing his face sleepily; Betty was in his apartment, lying in the bed beside him. They'd had a few drinks at Josie's last night, and Matt had brought her back to his place. One thing led to another, and, well... It had been fun.

Betty cursed quietly, shaking her dead phone. Of course, Felix has to knock it off the charger last night and of course she did not notice it until too late. She pocketed her phone, before pulling her bag closer against her. She did not know where she was, but she was smart enough to know it was not a safe place. The other girl had been on high alert since the first cat call and it had only gotten worse from there.

She worried at her lip, looking around for someone who didn’t look like they would rip out her tongue for asking for help. She just had to go to that book talk, didn’t she? Just had to believe that she had lived here long enough not to get lost. Must have taken a wrong turn about a mile ago. Her hand came up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Maybe she could duck into a coffee shop and see if anyone had a charger. Well, if she could find a coffee shop.

Betty wandered for a little bit longer, pausing when she saw a man sitting on a bench. He looked friendly enough. His clothes were nicer looking and his sunglasses seemed to be scratch free. He certainly looked like he was not packing heat, which was more than she could say for about half the people she had almost approached. She moved over to him, gently touching his shoulder to grab his attention before pulling her hand away.

He could feel the sun to the west, a few stay rays warming the back of his neck as he finally locked up for the night. It was low in the sky, partially obscured by the apartment complexes and office buildings that dominating the city skyline. The exact time was difficult, but based on the time of year, it was probably 6:30; 7 at the latest. "Check time" He said loudly, purposefully over-enunciating so the speech to text program on his phone would kick in.

'The time is now...6:37 pm.' It chirped in response. Ding ding, we have a winner.

There was a bench about halfway down the block that he sat down on. He still had some time before he went to Melvin’s workshop, and he wasn't interested in walking home just yet either. Besides, it was kind of nice out, now that the sun was setting.  The heat had been brutal all day, and the office was almost unbearable this time of year.  They really needed to invest in some air conditioning.

A woman eventually caught his attention from several feet down the street. She was walking quickly toward him, the leather of her handbag rubbing against itself as she clutched it tightly to her chest.  Her increased heart rate and the scent of her sweat indicated to him that she was scared. Not terrified, so she wasn’t I any immediate danger; just nervous about something.

“Um…Hello Sir.”  

She was next to him now, and Matt angled his head towards the source of her voice.

“ I’m so so sorry to bother you. I seem to be lost, I was supposed to end up in Brooklyn but I don’t think I am anywhere close. Where am I and do you know a way back? Well, back towards Times Square anyway, getting a bit too late to wander to Brooklyn then back home I suppose.”  

No wonder she was nervous. Hell’s Kitchen was NOT the best place to be lost, especially not this time of night. But…asking a blind guy probably wasn’t the best idea.

Matt laughed awkwardly, smiling slightly as he reached around for the red and white cane on the bench beside him. “I’m really sorry, but I’m not sure I’m the best person to ask for directions.”  

That was a lie, of course. He knew Hell’s kitchen better than anyone else, down to each individual square inch. Or at least Daredevil did. Matt Murdock, on the other hand, could barely get to work by himself.  

“I could call you a cab? My phone doesn’t have a map or anything like that on it; otherwise I could probably point you in the right direction.” That much was true. He used a flip phone because the buttons were bigger, and the text to speech features were ridiculously easy to use. There weren’t any apps on it or anything.  

@the-devil-without-fear

Besides the mental and emotional scars from the experience of being the host, the symbiote left another gift behind.   Even though he no longer carried it, his enhanced senses sharped several more degrees above what they’d been before.  It didn’t seem like too big of a deal when he carried the alien life form, but after having it ripped away he felt the sharp edge of his abilities.  Mentally tiring, having all that stimulus bombarding him every moment.  

Most of the time he could keep everything blocked out.  Peter also spent a great deal of time sleeping when he couldn’t cope.  But he couldn’t keep doing that.  Nor could he keep hiding behind Tony.   Even with the chaos of the current situation Peter couldn’t just ignore his greater responsibility to the innocent people out there.  Crimes he hadn’t prevented and people he didn’t save while he remained curled up feeling sorry for himself.

So he went out, literally jumping back into things as he swung through the night air.  It would take time to repair his reputation with the people of the city.  The bully he’d become under the alien influence easily used excessive force and intimidation tactics to fight crime.  That, that was not Peter’s way.  That was not what Spider-Man should be.  So he set to work trying to repair that damage.

Matt sighed.

"I'm gonna call you back, Fog. Something just crash landed on the roof."

Foggy paused for a moment, his train of thought derailing from their previous conversation. They had been discussing case notes for the better part of an hour, and updating their client records to reflect recent court dates. "Like, a bird, or....?"

"No, too big. Sounds human."

Matt was standing now, moving away from the work station he'd set up on his kitchen table and toward the source of the disturbance. He silently followed as they retreated into the far right corner of the roof: away from the access door, he noted. Whoever it was was loud too; they were scooting around wildly on the concrete, almost crawling. Were they wearing Spandex? Lycra? The fibers kept getting stuck.

"Holy fucking shit Matt, do you want me to call the cops??"

"What? No, no. Don't overreact." they weren't doing anything, just...sitting in the corner. Rocking themselves, sobbing.  Salt was all he could really smell; both from the tears and the sweat that soaked their clothes. No blood as far as he could tell.

"NINJAS try to kill you on the regular, Matthew, That’s not overreacting . That’s being proactive.”

"No, no, it's fine Foggy. I think...I think they're crying."

Foggy was silent, obviously trying to process this new information. Ninas didn’t usually cry, at least not the ones he was used to.

"..Ooookay. That's…really weird Matt. Weirder than ninjas, even. At least for you." There was a sigh, and his partners tone softened "…Go do your thing, and let me know if you need anything."

“Will do.”

Click

Whoever it was remained in the corner as Matt headed up the stairs to the roof access, cane in hand. No need to run into this as Daredevil; Matt Murdock would be enough.

He opened the door and stepped out onto the roof, the cool night air whipping around his face.

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