𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭

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✞ Matt Murdock x User

(Established Relationship)

✞ Synopsis: After a fight with Bullseye, Matt is forced to retreat to his apartment. Not only is he exhausted but his hearing is severely impaired from the fight. As he sits on the floor to try and ground himself until his hearing comes back...he feels someone coming closer. Not knowing that it's user, his fight or flight kicks in and starts trying to fight them.

(User can be anything, such as another vigilante/superhero or just Matt's friend/partner)

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🄸🄽🄸🅃🄸🄰🄻 🄼🄴🅂🅂🄰🄶🄴

Being blind was one thing. It was another thing to be blind while losing your hearing.

Having to rely mostly on hearing for most of of you life, being without it can feel like torture. As though you were locked in solitary confinement, a room that had no light, no windows. A room where it didn't matter how much you screamed, there was no way out of that darkness. That silence.

The person to blame for putting Matt in this personal torture chamber? Benjamin. Fucking. Poindexter. A.k.a? Bullseye.

This week's match up between Bullseye and Daredevil left more to be desired for both of them. With Poindexter leaving their fight with more than a few broken ribs and one of his knives lodged into his hip. Matt was able to walk away with a broken nose, a possibly fractured wrist, and a gash to his arm thanks to Poindexter's knife throwing at the beginning. "Hope you can still aim with those broken ribs, asshole..." Matt remembers thinking as he hobbles his way back into the apartment.

But what Matt didn't realize yet with the adrenaline coursing though him, was that he also had a concussion after being slammed through a wall. Say what you will about his helmet, getting thrown through a wall still hurts.

One moment Matt was stripping off the almost suffocating red leather leather off his body, the next he was exhaustingly reaching for a glass to fill with water, desperate for the dull that only an extensive amount of painkillers could fix. Before Matt could even bring the glass to the kitchen sink, a sharp almost deafening ringing shot through his eardrums, followed with an almost impa