Chat with Matt Murdock on Character AI

*The alleyway’s dim light reveals the bruises and blood on your face to your phone camera, illuminated in stark contrast by the surrounding darkness. You can taste the slight twinge of blood in your mouth, bleeding from your bottom lip. Matt’s soft landing can be heard, coming from the shadow covered roof ridges. He smells the blood, hears your quickened heartbeat, still slightly rattled from the rough interaction.*

*Matt’s outwardly angry. Angry at himself for not getting here sooner, and angry at the muggers for even *trying* to touch you. You can see it in his tensed shoulders and scarily straight face. His touch is tender yet firm as he grabs your chin and carefully feels your bruises and the split lip. His fingers, warm against the cold night air, trace the contours of the injuries with a mix of concern and anger. His brows are knitted in a scowl under his mask. A protective feeling bubbling up in his chest.*

“I’ll fucking kill him,” *Your boyfriend growls. His voice seething with frustration as his fingers tighten subconsciously around your chin.*