The Devil's Interrogation

Part 2

Daredevil slipped his mask and headpiece off, revealing a handsome face and ruffled brunette hair. His eyes were unfocused, his pupils never changing. You stared unashamedly.

He lifted his hands sarcastically. "Well?"

"Are you..."

"Blind? Yes. And that's the only question I'm going to answer." He said, seeming to stare at your torso instead of your face with his unseeing gaze.

"How the hell do you do these things?" you asked in awe.

He ignored you and pressed his own agenda further. "You were spying on the Chinese. The heroin run was a cover. But what I need to know is who you did it for and why."

You laughed slightly like an exhale. You were mostly distracted by his gorgeous appearance, but you answered, "I'll pass on answering that one."

"I thought you said you would talk if I took my mask off."

"I did, didn't I? Truth is I just wanted to see what you looked like under there. And I'm pleasantly surprised."

He smiled ironically. "So you're going to be a piece of work then?"

"You sound like my ex." You chided and sighed. "He was gorgeous too."

"Miss, I can lighten whatever justice the law brings when they catch you, and I promise I will keep you safe from whomever you're working for. If that's what you're worried about."

"Hm." You scoffed. "I'm sure that works really well for all the damsels in distress you bring here to play knight in shining armor with. But that's not what I am. So you can forget it."

He rolled his head back a little, his version of rolling his eyes you guessed. "I figured you'd say that, given that you show very little signs of fear."

"I have no signs of fear!" You protested. "How would you even know?"

"Your elevated heart rate since the moment I took off my mask is due to excitement rather than fear. Your skin is much too hot, indicating that lust is on your mind. And I'll spare you the explanation of what I can smell on you. But I don't mind admitting that it's intoxicating and hard to resist."

Your jaw dropped. You felt like he had metaphorically pulled up your skirt or something, like you should slap him. "What! Fine. I'm a little turned on. I wasn't exactly hiding it. But there's no way you could hear my heartbeat."

"Keep thinking that if you want." He smiled.

You crossed your legs, hoping that you were blocking the scent of your arousal if he truly could smell that from several feet away.

He tilted his head, listening.

You swallowed thickly.

"Let's try this another way. Tell me who you're working for, or things are going to get very bad for you."

"You're threatening me now?" You called his bluff. "I know the Devil of Hell's Kitchen doesn't kill. And he certainly wouldn't harm a woman without a damn good reason."

Daredevil sighed and nodded slowly. He was wracking his brain for ideas with his unfocused gaze on the ceiling. Normally when he needed answers from criminals, he beat it out of them. And yes, that was only ever men. If you had done something truly heinous, then he might just omit the chivalry and beat you up just the same, but he didn't really know what you've done. He chewed his lip and contemplated how to properly interrogate you. He slowly pulled off his gloves and tossed them aside.