Senses []Daredevil/Matt Murdock X Reader[]

The Rain []Chapter Three[]

❝Wake up, you sleepy head.❞ A voice numbered to you as you slept, your body instinctually rolling over to the other side, falling off your bed and onto the ground.

❝Gah!❞ You gasped out, immediately sitting up, eyes wide. Amelia looked at you, snickering and shaking her head.

❝Put some clothes on. I don't see how you sleep in just your underwear.❞ Amelia exclaimed, walking away and towards your kitchen.

❝It's comfortable...❞ You pouted, standing up and rubbing your eyes, which glanced over to the window. Your feet quickly led yourself there, eyes staring at the gloomy city outside. Raindrops slid down the glass, some landing on the concrete sidewalk down below. A few umbrellas were seen here and there, handled by their owners to halt the rain from landing upon them or their skin.

❝I'm going to get a shower, Amelia. Mind fixing some coffee while I do?❞ You asked, looking back at her direction.

❝I've done it before, I can do it again.❞ She exclaimed, as you smiled at her before walking off to your bathroom. You shut the door behind you, locking it and taking off your bra and panties, tossing them in the laundry basket. You opened the shower door, turning the knob on and waiting a minute for it to warm up before stepping in.

The warm water washed over your body, as your closed your eyes, leaning your head back and letting the warmth surround you. As you opened your eyes again, crimson was seen mixing with the clear water.

Blood.

Your hand reached up to touch your lip and cheek, where dried and new blood flowed off of it, a sigh escaped your lips. It wouldn't take too long for the wounds to heal.

After you had finished washing yourself, you stepped out of the shower, drying yourself and your hair, applying some makeup, wrapping a towel around yourself, and stepping out of the bathroom to choose your clothes.

You chose some denim shorts that stopped a little above the middle of your thigh, your usual pair of Vans, a t-shirt with the number twenty-one on it, and a light blue denim jacket. Your finished the look off with a neat side braid (if your hair is long enough).

❝Coffee is still warm.❞ Amelia exclaimed as you walked towards the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter and setting your camera on it.

❝Check out the shots I got while patrolling the scene last night.❞ You exclaimed, showing your best friend the shot of the bank, along with several police officers.

❝They'll want to use this photo for the paper. They also want me to check out this new Law firm downtown. Didn't give me a name, just an address. They actually want me to write a story on a few new businesses in Hells Kitchen! Can you believe it? Amelia, this may be my chance to finally start making my way up to the top. ❞ A bright smile crossed both of your faces, as Amelia hugged you swiftly.

❝That's great. I always knew your passion for writing would lead somewhere someday. Have you started anything new yet?❞ Amelia asked you, raising a brow as you took a sip of your coffee.

❝Yeah, I have actually. It's about a girl, anti-hero. She falls in love with a hero, but there's complications due to the killing factor. In the end, she dies saving him. The man is blind, uses his senses.❞ You explained, taking another sip of coffee.

❝It sounds good. I think this one will get published.❞ Amelia exclaimed with a slight smile, though you could see through it.

❝Right, that's what you've said about every other book I've written.❞ You replied, rolling your eyes and standing up. You put away the empty coffee cup, walking to the door, camera in hand, as you grabbed your Van's backpack and slung it over your shoulder.