𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘓

He felt her presence like a comfortable bonfire. The smell of her perfume and the way those familiar clicks of heels sang throughout the church hall. Karen Page. Of course, he couldn’t let her know he knew. “Reflective isn’t it?”

Ringing of ancient church bells, if the reader was searching for him he’s sitting in the 4th row of pews in the congregation of the Catholic Church. He’s sitting alone, Christmas time is always a time to enjoy the church.

Fingertips running along clay, light faints off snow flurries touching the crimson red fibers of his suit. It’s the holiday season, less serious crimes more low class break-ins, his favorite time of the year. Except he has no idea what Matt Murdock is getting Foggy for Christmas.

//. I feel you, but for me my favorite characters are street level. The only exceptions being Wolverine and Gambit.

//. Fr. I just don’t get connected to other ones tbh.

//, on god, only write street level characters.

//. Me on all of my street level characters. Daredevil, Batman, Spider-Man, and Red Hood 🗿

No comment.

No offense, but he’d beg to differ on that one.

That may be inappropriate, but appreciates the offer.

Sometimes he asks why does he keep being Daredevil. Why not be Matt Murdock and have everything you want with Kirsten McDuffie? Far too simple he supposes. Feels too good he could guess.

//. To read One Piece or Dragon ball.