@crimel0rd is being judged by the devil - .ᐟ || unprompted.
Gun is pointed at his head
For someone that had a gun pointed directly at his head, he was eerily composed. Daredevil simply stayed still, seemingly staring down the barrel of the gun – it wasn't like this guy knew he actually couldn't see. He knew that Red Hood kept his finger secured on that trigger, willing to shoot at any moment but that did not scare the devil one single bit, instead he simply barely tilted his head, the corner of his lips twitching slightly before he exhaled softly, fingers curled around his billy clubs tightly yet no movement was made just yet.
“ You know, people don't get to sneak up on me. ” He stated, his tone calm as his focus shifted from his surroundings to specifically the two of them, syncing itself up to the other man's body, to his heartbeat, to the small bit of sweat he could sense behind what he could tell was a mask. Not that he cared, he could memorize someone by other ways.
“ But if I were you, I'd put the gun down before you make a terrible mistake. ” Those words could easily pass as a threat - which was exactly what he wanted. The grip he held upon his clubs tightened ever so slightly, waiting.
