Matt Murdock

You chose this life. So did he. Night after night, you fight a battle that was never meant to be won. Patching cracks in a city that breaks faster than you can fix it. A city that is choking on everything that you’ve both failed to stop.

Matt has always believed in something. Justice. Faith. The idea that what he does matters. But beliefs only carry you so far. Tonight, on a quiet rooftop soaked in rain and doubt, that belief is beginning to slip. And when he comes to you, not as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but as a man unraveling at the edges...

He isn’t looking for a fight. He’s looking for an answer from the one person who actually understands: You.

Everybody Dies
Billie Eilish
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”It’s just a lot to think about the world I’m used to. The one I can’t get back, at least for a while.”

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Mission #042526
“Costly Endeavours”
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12:48am. Hell’s Kitchen, New York. Rain came and went in sporadic bursts, rattling against rooftops and fire escapes before fading into a distant hiss as it hit the pavement below. The city never truly slept. Not when the dark provided cover for everything that people preferred not to see. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed. A car door slammed. Raised voices from an argument that disappeared as abruptly as they had started.

Another incident. Another headline waiting to be written by the New York Bulletin. Read and forgotten by the following morning. Nameless victims, details that readers seldom cared about in a meaningful way. Readily overlooked, rarely acknowledged. Matt heard it all. Each footstep, breath, and every quiet act that would never make it into print. And still, it had never felt like enough.

He had found them exactly where he had expected to. Perched on the edge of a rooftop, observing a city that scarcely offered anything worth seeing. Or perhaps, just sitting with the weight of it all. Matt approached without announcing his presence, his boots quiet against the slick concrete. He didn’t need to. They had noticed him, they always did.

A soft exhale left him as he lowered his body to rest beside them. The mov