In the midnight moonlight I'll be walking a long and lonely mile
WHO: Matt & Gemma. Later open to whoever is bumming around Wanda's place
WHERE: The same rooftop Matt was bumming around when they met, then eventually to Wanda's apartment
WHEN: Wednesday night, just before midnight
WARNINGS: Possible hideous awkwardness later
SUMMARY: Daredevil volunteers to walk Gemma home. He doesn't realize that she lives with Wanda.
FORMAT: Quick~
[For the last few weeks, Daredevil sightings had become a somewhat common appearance in the City's equivalent to Hell's Kitchen and west Manhattan. Matt had forced himself to get over his initial hang-ups regarding the differences between his neighborhood and this gentrified, pretty version, declaring himself the de facto guardian and protector of those streets, if not officially, then to anyone who happened to spot the crimson-clad figure looming overhead.
That didn't mean he didn't find time to explore other parts of the City however, and he made a habit of checking in on the building where he'd spent the night of the Solstice, dropping in on it every now and then for no particular reason other than it was in a convenient location and he liked the height of the thing. It was a good height, high enough to listen to the troubles of the world, but not so high that it was inaccessible and removed.
He's just happened to be checking in on this pleasant little rooftop, perched silently on the ledge, observing the night in his way, listening to the chaotic sounds and rhythms below. The echos paint such a pretty picture, so crystal clear and vivid in his mind that it's easy to forget about patrolling for awhile and let his mind wander off. The Kitchen can wait. Daredevil is distracted in his own head for now.]
WHERE: The same rooftop Matt was bumming around when they met, then eventually to Wanda's apartment
WHEN: Wednesday night, just before midnight
WARNINGS: Possible hideous awkwardness later
SUMMARY: Daredevil volunteers to walk Gemma home. He doesn't realize that she lives with Wanda.
FORMAT: Quick~
[For the last few weeks, Daredevil sightings had become a somewhat common appearance in the City's equivalent to Hell's Kitchen and west Manhattan. Matt had forced himself to get over his initial hang-ups regarding the differences between his neighborhood and this gentrified, pretty version, declaring himself the de facto guardian and protector of those streets, if not officially, then to anyone who happened to spot the crimson-clad figure looming overhead.
That didn't mean he didn't find time to explore other parts of the City however, and he made a habit of checking in on the building where he'd spent the night of the Solstice, dropping in on it every now and then for no particular reason other than it was in a convenient location and he liked the height of the thing. It was a good height, high enough to listen to the troubles of the world, but not so high that it was inaccessible and removed.
He's just happened to be checking in on this pleasant little rooftop, perched silently on the ledge, observing the night in his way, listening to the chaotic sounds and rhythms below. The echos paint such a pretty picture, so crystal clear and vivid in his mind that it's easy to forget about patrolling for awhile and let his mind wander off. The Kitchen can wait. Daredevil is distracted in his own head for now.]