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✉ ・ │brooklyn 99・@dcredevill
you’re gonna get yourself in trouble .
MATT'S COMMENT MADE MERCY CHUCKLE. She knew that he was right. "No doubt about it, Matt. You are absolutely right. But I can't help but want to help people, even if it means putting myself in danger. I know. that it's risky, and it might not always end well, but I'm willing to take that risk if it means making a difference in this world." She smiled at him cheerfully before taking a sip of her drink.
@dcredevill.
❝ anyone ever tell you that’s a whole lotta red ? ❞ metallic voice pierced the night air as she waited for a witty little remark about the blue.
@dcredevill asked: ❝ pick a hell and rot there. ❞ (for allen) /look at matt being so nice lol
The small people were always so jealous, so loathsome. Allan chuckled at Murdock’s offended bleating. This little bitch would have to get out of the way, or get crushed.
It had been a fairly bland day at court, despite how serious it had been. He’d been accused of- blah blah. He had raised rent in some buildings he owned, and pressured the tenants into signing his secondary contracts. Ones that would bind them to him. In exchange for a 70% reduction of rent, they would be his.
Most had reluctantly signed away their souls. Some, like the pathetic man who’d hired Matt, went crying for help. Fortunately Allan owned the judge. Ironically, he’d put her through law school and she, too, was under contract. (It’s a secret, promise not to tell?)
“Look at you, Matthew, wearing a tie and everything. It’s cute, how you get all dressed up in your Goodwill suit and play lawyer.“ With a devious grin, he looks to Matt’s client, laughing. “You’re late on rent, if memory serves. I’m going to have my property manager file for eviction, get someone else in that apartment that wants it. Thank little Matt here for that one. His stunt, dragging me up here, just cost you the last shred you and that bitch kid of yours had with me.“
@dcredevill ll liked for a starter
he’s been here before. sitting in a cold, sterile room, being watched through a two way mirror to see if he’d break the silence before representation came. but the cops would lose that game, as bucky continued to count the bricks along the wall until the door scraped open and in walked a man in a suit, sunglasses, and a cane. bucky recognized it for what it was, but a brow still raised at it. that this is who was highly recommended. he turned in his seat, posture relaxing slightly, and considered offering help, but the man seemed to be just fine on his own. “i got your number from a friend.”
❝ Mr. Murdock, as much as I’m not doubting your credibility, not even your cross-examination skills will help when it comes to dealing with the paranormal...would you like some coffee? ❞
@dcredevill || 𝚂𝙲.
ft. @dcredevill / matt murdock
”disturbance over on west 56th street and 9th.” that’s all peter needed over the police scanner. muttering, “56th and 9th,” to remember where to go, they ran off rooftops, shot webs— the typical spider-man method of traveling. it was fast, and especially faster than any cop probably stuck in the city traffic nightmare. the muttering dropped off the closer he got, now just following the sounds of fighting.
when they find they’re not sure what they’re looking at, not at first. narrowing his eyes from the railing he’s perched on, he knows it’s a fight, but by the looks of it it’s ill matched. it’s one versus four. one… daredevil versus four, and suddenly there’s a childish, admirer spark lit in his chest. DAREDEVIL. peter has seen him in the news over the years, in hard to miss headlines. he’s not too sure what at all the other hero knows about spider-man (they hope a good amount, maybe even a fan?). spider-man hasn’t had the best reputation as of late, they’re more than aware of that. reputations aside, he’s here to help. getting off the railing he goes for whoever is closest to him, “hey guys! hope i’m not late to the party.”
» 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑺 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 ( accepting) / @dcredevill
SAID: ❝ i heard it all. fire, screams and death. ❞
❝ I still can hear them you know? Especially at night when I can't sleep. I always ask myself, If I did everything I could to help them maybe if I tried harder. Perhaps if I wasn't so weak back then. Maybe… Those people would still be around us ❝ She took a sip from her glass and gazed sadly at him. Being so close to the anniversary of the attack on New York always made her melancholy. ❝ I hope someday we will…stop hearing them. My glass is empty do you want maybe another round? ❝
maybe its nothing. maybe its his imagination. maybe he’s been around too many goddamn supes in a single lifetime that each time he blinks its like there’s a new one bouncing off the fucking rooftops like peter fucking pan. or maybe his intuition is onto something --- maybe its beyond him, just another one of voughts playthings that someone thinks they have under lock and key but alas: that little thing has been picked and long since clattered to the floor. he hasn’t quite figured it out yet but ... he’s close. he can feel it.
vigilante justice is hardly a vought play though. if shit goes down in any way with one of their precious supes, they want the public to know, they want it broadcasted across the nation, the world. this one is different. this one is hiding behind a mask for a reason. he doesn’t want the world to know, its not about the attention. this isn’t one of their products.
shiloh does have to admit it though, the whole shtick on lawyer by day turn to vigilantism by night would be a fucking laugh. right under the nose, all he has to do is see it. a golden boy breaking all the rules he publicly defends. now he just have to prove it. and its precisely why he finds himself nosing in here, NELSON & MURDOCK: ATTORNEYS AT LAW, with some story tucked under his sleeve. clean and quiet, warren.
he sits across from the other man, rather politely he might add. believe the part then the rest will fall in line behind you. he’s already introduced himself as adam conway: just another man set deep in his troubles that seeks legal advice in the “only place he could think to look.” shiloh shifts in his seat just a little, brown gaze flitting only once over him before meeting the tint of his glasses again, “ look ... i don’t wanna waste your time. if there’s not a winnable case, then i guess i’ll just be shit outta -- excuse me, i’ll just have to live with my consequences. i just want outta this hole, y’know ? ” / @dcredevill.
