Still of the Night

[daredevilawyer]

People yelling.
Sirens blaring.
Gunshots.

A typical night in Hell's Kitchen.

Only this one was a little louder than usual. A building near the edge of the city had exploded into flames, the police swarming to the scene with their usual inefficiency. Daredevil had heard the explosion across town and was running along the rooftops to investigate. The police scanners squauking confusion and mayhem as they didn't know what kind of thing was tearing through the flames as they were trying to take it down.

Matt paused on the rooftop nearest the building in question, the heat palpable even from this distance. He could hear repeated gunfire and calls from the police trying to get control of the situation. And then a large crash over the crackling flames.

That sounded suspiciously like a car being thrown.

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[daredevilawyer]

His hands ghost over the braille labels, finding the right one and bringing it over. "You heal fast?" He hadn't really gotten into the specifics of what goes on when David changes. He only knew second hand details from those who could see.

[incrediblegreen]

"I do." David pulls his hands out from under the water, turning off the sink and gently patting them dry as Matt comes over with the aloe. "Thank you."

"We calculated that my metabolic rate increases something on the order of six-times what it should be. Even if I don't change, I've noticed that I still heal at an accelerated rate, though one comparatively modest to what the creature is capable of." David applies the ointment carefully, but the sensation of relief far outweighs any pain from handling the healing skin. "I've since been doing occasional research on the effect, and trying to find safe applications. I may not ever find a cure for myself, but I might have opened a window for science to find cures for other diseases instead."

[daredevilawyer]

Interesting, though apparently it hadn't been enough in the face of the blazing inferno they had escaped. "I see," Matt says, a faint pang of hope at thinking maybe....someday....he might be able to see again.

A vain hope perhaps but it was still there.