Matthew Murdock (Earth-616)/Quotes

The name's Daredevil... remember it! You'll be hearing it again... I promise!!

You forgot one important thing, Matador... Sometimes, even the bull may win!

How come all you professional bad guys use the same cornball dialogue? Do you all study from the same manual?

If threats could finish me off, the world would have been Daredevil-less months ago, loudmouth!

Thanks, guys! It's great to feel wanted! But I'm too young to go steady!

Rompin' around town in a costume may not be the safest job of all -- but it has its good points -- at least, I don't have to squander my hard-earned shekels on cab fare! -- or worry about getting caught in traffic jams!

No police sirens! No cries for help!...nothing! Not even some little kid blowing his Dick Tracy whistle! If this keeps up, I may end up chasing up a litterbug... if I'm lucky!

You must be real proud of yourselves, gents... With a little luck, you may actually defeat a blind man... if you work together!

Did anyone ever tell you that you have a hostility syndrome? I'd better show you what happens to people who talk so nasty! For your own good, of course!

I'm afraid I out-smarted myself when I took on a third identity -- that of my own "twin brother", Mike! I never dreamed it would lead to such embarrassing complications! Now, my partner and best friend thinks I'm a coward and the girl I love has lost all respect for me! It's lucky I can make it as a super-swinger -- 'cause as a diplomat, I'm one big washout!

We had a rather sticky time of it, gents!

I can see at last! Trapped inside Doom's body, his eyesight is mine!

I might as well be philosophical about all this! If I was meant to have a weapon, I'd have been born with a holster!

Sometimes I think I was born to be Daredevil -- and Matt Murdock is the identity that's not for real!

Oh man! What would I do without those flappin' flagpoles?!!

My problem isn't Daredevil -- and never was! It was always Matt -- the blind lawyer -- the hapless, helpless invalid! He's been my plague... since the day I first donned a costume! Then, let Matt Murdock no longer exist!!

"Make a run for it"? With dialogue like that, you should thank me for putting you away, before you're laughed off the street!

Death's Head? That's two skull-faced baddies I've encountered in a row! DD, ol' boy, you're in a rut...!

Karen... take off my mask!

Taste... touch... smell... hearing... all my senses were heightened! Except perhaps for that secret ingredient called... common sense! Why else would I never have told you before... that I love you?

From here on, I've got to play it by ear! And when br'er Daredevil says that... he means it!

You-- the guy I snatched the film from-- you're the head of this whole crew! The whole thing was a set-up--!

Well, it's either your career... or me!

Mister, if there's anything I hate worse than a crook--It's a crook with a badge--Any badge!

I'm not a pawn -- You can't make me fight against my will!

--And here comes the harvester! Otherwise known as Daredevil--man without fear!

Rain! Let's hope it'll cleanse you of your memories and your fears, Matthew. Fat chance! Right? Memories of lost-love and a girl named Karen Page will never leave---never!

That woman -- Somehow she's gonna kill us both!

I feel like I've been trapped in a film by Stanley Kubrick!

Natasha, you are without a doubt the craziest female I've ever tangled with.

... Little Lady, your fights are my fights!

You boys are losers -- and believe me -- losers really do finish last !

Y'see Mister- With me, it is personal -- Somebody hurt a lady friend of mine -- and that somebody is going to pay!

Its nights like this... that make me glad I left New York behind.

Hands off my lady!

What you saw... was the life of a super hero compressed into a few terrifying seconds.

Tasha sting him again!

When a person lies, his heartbeat accelerates... and my hearing... is sensitive enough ... to detect that change.

Natasha... I'm leaving for New York. I need an answer: Will you come with me?

Thanks for the workout gents -- it's been a blast.

Is there anything I can do to help the Center?

Politics is gettin to Foggy.

Human sacrifice went out when human intelligence came in!

This costume makes me a bit more willing to believe other people can also have special abilities.

I'll make sure these ape-shaped cuties don't wander off again!

I can't voucher for the accuracy of tv news reporting, Wally, but at least the news won't be altered by criminals. Though, I think all people should learn to get their news from many sources -- tv, radio, newspapers, magazines -- to prevent this sort of thing from happening in the future.

Fortunately for me, I'm not a cop. So, I can break your face into a jigsaw puzzle if I want to...

Just doing my Super Hero duty!

I've got enough grief for the moment!

How could I have been so blind!?

Nothing this side of hell is going to keep me from you!

... I can make it on my own now, Natasha... and so can you.

You were always an inspiration to us... It can't end like this!

Please don't call me son.

The idea of being a prizefighter mixed with gangsters... refusing to take a dive ..! Somehow it's all ... part of me!

If I find you lied to me --- I'll be back.

You win, Kingpin. This time.

Foggy, She's dead.... I loved her, Foggy, I loved her.

We're only human, Billy. We can be weak. We can be evil. The only way to stop us from killing each other is to make rules, laws. And stick to them. They don't always work. But mostly, they do. And they're all we've got.

Stick... Help me ...

And I guess that's what it all comes down to, Bullseye... when I fight you, and beat you, and know deep in my heart that I'm right in what I do... when I hate you and your kind so fiercly I could cry... when I can see that you are black and evil and have no right to live... when, at long last, I've got you set squarely in my sights... and I smell your fear... and it is sweet to smell... when it comes to that one final, fatal act of ending you... my gun has no bullets. Guess we're stuck with each other, Bullseye.

The worst is yet to come.

The Book says Wherein Thou judgest another, Thou condemnest Thyself.

I'm going to Japan.

I don't need to see.

He's strong, fast, tough and basically intelligent. He's probably absolutely ruthless. He may be the most dangerous man I've ever met.

You've got a weapon under that coat! If you reach for it you'll be sorry --- very, very sorry!

Tasha... don't break my back... help me ... it was a bad night... I need... a shower...

We can do this in one of two ways, gentlemen. You can release Nelson and tell me where Synn is -- or you can -- get hurt -- and then -- tell me -- where is Micah Synn?

... A wise teacher once convinced me that I should never, never ignore strong feelings

There are other ways to touch the world, Natasha.

I warned you, Reuss. I asked you to surrender. I asked you nice!

The longer I have my sight back, the plainer it is that I value it too much. Maybe enough that I'd do anything to keep it. And that worries me... Because that "profound sense of justice"of mine is even more important to me. There is no place for anything which compromises it. No room for any doubt.

You depress me, Stone. You're slow, stupid, and amateurish. Wise up, friend… …You're in the big leagues, now. …And you just don't cut it!

No, I don't want to hear your excuses -- and Yes, I'm here to kick your face in.

So you know. So that's why. I never would have connected it to you. nothing about it said gangster--until this. It was a nice piece of work, Kingpin. You shouldn't have signed it.

If you can't stand the heat, stay out of Hell's Kitchen!

My life would be a lot easier without us locking horns! But I'm not trying to do the easy thing but the right thing! And that's why the Kingpin must be allowed to return.

Stand back, it's not over yet.

Call me Daredevil.

Fear can be overcome, if you have the will.

Foggy, if only you knew in what high regard I hold you-- what a stabilizing influence you've been on my often turbulent life.

As a physician you save lives one at a time, but -- and I don't mean this in a boastul way -- I've saved this entire city in one fell swoop before. Thousands of lives in a heartbeat. Something to consider.

He must had a pepperoni pizza for lunch, because there's a distinctive aroma about him that can't be missed.

What a life... ... After the events of the last few months, it's conforting to just be doing the rooftop waltz across the kitchen.

God only know why I spend my nights dressed like this, leaping tall buildings in a single bound.

If you knew what Hitler would eventually do, would you have killed him as a child?

You get a pass this time. But don't make too much of it. Next time the hammer falls it'll be for good, Castle.

Castle calls in his "war." It's more like his neurosis. He'd wash the streets in blood.

I'm trying to be civil about this. Trying to remain calm. But I'm giving you 'til the count of five to stand back and stop all this ninja nonsense. 1... 2... 5...

I hate this ninja crap. I hate it. Every single time it's nothing but lies, half-truths, and misguided loyalties.

Vision... It's something I speak of in the abstract. It's something I have only when I'm dreaming... ...or when I'm playing music... ...or when I'm listening to it. Vision is something that I have only in the eye of my mind. Her laughter... Her scent...it moves through me...invisible... ...like the wind. Will I see her again? Or will she remain... ...an echo?

I don't care for the idea of mercenaries, Cage.

Dear Karen, I'm afraid...

The Punisher is my nemisis. My opposite number. I was wrong to bring others into the hunt. I wasn't meant to lead. I was meant to work alone. It's better this way. This way I'm the one taking the risk. The only one who gets hurt.

I'm gonna talk to my lawyer, and obviously, she wants to talk to me.

Does the phrase "reasonable doubt" mean anything to you?

Obviously, anyone can put on a Daredevil costume and pretend to be Daredevil. But the question we must all address is... how can we be sure that he's the real Daredevil?

I miss you, Karen... ...and I will always love you.

Well it's good news Tuesday for you -- The autopsy on the girl came back and you are officially not a suspect.

Can't we leave Castle out of this?

Sometimes, I think I accomplish more with my fists than with my law firm. Sometimes, I don't really care. All I know is that the Kitchen's quiet tonight......and that's good. Thanks, Pop. Happy father's day.

Maybe that's my problem. I've always been running after something......when I should have had the good sense to run away. Ah well. No use crying over spilled toxic waste.

Santerians did one hell of a number of me. Perhaps it's time for me to rethink things...? ...Just a little.

My father was a good man. A good man caught up in a bad situation. A bad situation that eventually brought him loneliness. Loneliness that introduced him to the bottle. Which made him do bad things. Which brought him right back to the bottle. This place, this place was a turning point for both of us. My father, my hero, beating on the local butcher, extorting money for the neighborhood wise guy. It was the first time my father ever saw himself through my eyes. It was the beginning of my seeing the world through his.

Battlin' Jack Murdock was my father. Battlin' Jack wasn't perfect. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Battlin' Jack did some terrible things for some very bad men. But when push came to shove......Jack gave the middle finger to those bad men. Perhaps he'd grown sick of the scum he had kowtowed to. Or perhaps he just couldn't stand the sight of his own reflection in his little boy's eyes. But one day Jack Murdock dug deep and found that part of himself that used to be noble and good and uncompromised by the world. He found his soul. And with that......he saved mine.

I've got a coat that still smells exactly like my father. Have to keep it in a box in my attic. If I smell it--up close--it's like he's still here...just for a minute.

You think I care you're a federal agent? You shot my friend. I can make that pain go away... or I can make it a lot worse.

I should live in a cave. I should live in a cave and have no friends. No family. I should care about no one. Just live in a cave and go out at night to break bones and teeth... ...but then...I'd probably be even more crazy than I already am...

I'm a blind lawyer with a history of incarceration and personal tragedy. What in that make-up makes you think I have a sense of humor?

I want to know if your offer is still open. Do you still want me to join you? To lead The Hand? Then I accept.

The time for waiting is over! From this day forth, The Hand will no longer hide in the shadows! We will take back the streets! Starting here -- in Hell's Kitchen!

PEOPLE OF NEW YORK! HEAR THIS! Hell's Kitchen is now under protection of The Hand! Any and all criminals will be dealt with ruthlessly -- by they citizen, police, or H.A.M.M.E.R.!

I am your Shōgun. It is your duty to obey me!

So you're suggesting I turn my back on cold-blooded murder?

I've learned. You taught me. Taught me that the only way to win... is without compromise.

Colleen Wing, welcome to your destiny. Welcome to The Nail.

Consider my ban on killing hereby lifted! SLAY THEM ALL!

Been walking a while now. Weeks, maybe. Always south, southwest, orienting by the feel of the sun on my face. Took the bus for as long as I could stand it. The noise, the stench--too much. But out here in the badlands there's nothing. It's what I need. Nothing. Nothing but the hiss of the wind in the needlegrass and the endless, hypnotic tread of boot heels on dusty asphalt. Nothing to fear. I don't think about what I'm walking away from. I don't think about anything at all. I just walk.

You think you can...turn me into a blubbering wreck...by preying on my fears...But I've already faced them--and come out the other side! You understand me, Calavera? I know what I am...Who I am...And I am not afraid!

It has been a miserable last few years. And every time I thought I'd finally hit bottom, God somehow found me a bigger shovel. All this pain and all this loss and... and I just can't bear the weight of it anymore and stay sane. I know that. So this is the way I've decided to be. You can say I'm in denial. You can decide I'm not dealing or that I'm a jerk... That's up to you. No offense, but I don't care. This is how I choose to cope.

I'll take the win.

Suddenly, I miss ninjas.

Here's why I never make dinner reservations. Or buy theater tickets. Or, basically, make any social commitments that require me to be punctual. Because 24/7, no sooner do I step out onto the street -- than the calls start coming in.

Oh, no! Six armed mercs wearing night vision goggles! Whatever will I do?

Knowledge is power, Austin. Yeah, they'll stop at nothing to take it away from me. But until they do...that makes me the most dangerous man alive.

The best is how proud I am of these miracle kids. For right now, all I want to do is get them back where they belong at Christmas. Home. To be with their parents.

... I just want my dad back

"Man without fear", they call me. Only because I'm blind. If I could see half the stuff I get myself into. I'd be scared brown.

Information is power, Frank. The drive holds more power than any one person should command. You don't know what damage you could do, even unintentionally. You've always targeted those you perceive as guilty. This would claim innocents as well. The answer is the same. The answer is no.

The bad guys took somebody you love, and it hurt worse than anything you could ever have imagined. Me, too. They took my dad. Your buddy, Frank? They took his wife and kids. Want to know who else has that story? Go to Avengers Mansion and throw a stick. Everyone I know has lost someone in that way. And it never stop aching. And I'm sorry, bat that does not elevate you. What does make you special is that you have game. Obviously. And focus. I've seen you in action. You've got the stuff. Put it to good use.

Here's why I enjoy being called "The Man Without Fear." Not because it's self-aggrandizing -- I do have moments of humility -- but because it's a constant reminder to go big or go home. You want to rattle your enemies and scramble their strategies? Figure out your least predictable option -- and do that.

The gas. It's dulling my senses -- no -- eliminating them. Taste and smell are gone...and judging by the growing numbness around a broken rib that should be agonizing, touch is fading, too.

Now that Beltane's taken my hypersenses, the trauma is triggering a decades-old response in my brain. It's compensating again.

He just quit the Avengers

Even I can't find the words to express my rage and disgust, and I am very good at that. Every victim in the room is screaming as if caught in the fires of hell itself. And if they're looking to me for any sort of relief at all, I wish I could tell them...that it's coming.

If you're that convinced that I have been in no way compelled to atone for my sins... Then you don't know me at all.

Wait. That stench. It's positively rancid on these guys and while I smelled it only once, over twenty years ago there's no way I could ever forget it. My God. Oh, my God. It's the toxin that BLINDED ME. No wonder they're berserk. Whoever did this to these poor bastards must have set them loose in the city--where their hypersenses would drive them insane!

Bullseye, the world's deadliest man. An invalid kept alive by machines. If all that's left of you is your sick twisted mind, I can imagine no more fitting punishment. I'd call that a victory. Wouldn't you?

I don't owe you after yesterday. I can't be sure I ever owed you anything. I'm not racking up medical debt to settle some imaginary obligation. No, we're going to get you upand about so that I can pick you clean of absolutely anything else you may have picked up about the Sons of the Serpent. Because if they really have infested the institutions of this city... Then I'm going to clean house.

Then tell him to get a good lawyer. Is he even capable of telling the truth?

Listen to me. Something's happening in this city. We all feel it. No one is certain of anything anymore and I think a little trust would go a long way here.

This is not New York. I'm not a stranger to San Francisco. I actually lived here for about a year. But that was a long time ago, and it's changed. A lot. I really need to reacclimate myself since it's my new home and all but now isn't the time.

If you want to sneak up on somebody... This is how you do it.

You ever think it's funny we've never gone up against each other in court?

I can't read your heartbeat-- And I don't know if that means you've perfected lying-- Or if you just don't know the difference anymore. Please leave while I'm unsure.

Shut up. I am quite the expert on self-destructive despair. I know exactly what it's like to have nothing. To have taken from me all the light there is. I can spend the rest of the night going, for your benefit, through the impossibly long list of tragedies I have faced. All the loves I have lost. All the hopeless moments.

I try to. I've been trying to. I thought I could. But it's impossible. I'm not strong enough. Happy Matt is just an act. That's all it ever was. And I can't pull it off anymore.

You're telling me you didn't enjoy that? After a day in the courtroom, you probably needed a run as much as I did.

Geez, how many more of my enemies have kids? I feel old.

Villains have come and gone... But there were some battles that never ended. So we rush on. And remind ourselves to be fearless when you're fighting justice.

You're right. Old habits do die hard.

Dammit -- they're doing their disappearing act. They're getting awa-- Wait. What the Hell am I thinking? They're doing their disappearing act. Thank God.

Damn. He doesn't know you're blind.

But seeing as I haven't been gunned down... that just leaves... Frank Castle.

Done? My friend, there's no such thing. You think this is the last time Chinatown will need your help? No. This job doesn't end. That's the best thing about it.

That's Castle's justification. Kill people for what they've done, and for what they might do. It's easier for him. Simpler. But there's another way. It's harder, but it's better.

You know me. We've fought each other a hundred times, and you've seen me fight a thousand more. In all that... have you ever seen me surrender?

He knows something's wrong. I can feel him digging in, pushing. He wants to know what I'm hiding. And I have a lot to hide.

The reason you feel like there's a hole in your memories is because there is. Everyone used to know my identity, and I did something to change that. I'm still the man you trusted. The only difference is now you don't know my name.

I'm here to see the Queen.

This isn't working. It's just Z-listers.

I will fight. Forever. For everyone, whether they know it or not. Whether they are watching or not. I will always fight.

Not purple children. The Purple Children. Two of them. Two out of five. But you can't talk about the Purple Children... until you talk about the Purple Man

It'll work, Mr. Hochberg. And when it does... it'll change everything.

It's too late. I've leapt... let's see where I land.

I get it now, by the way. What you were saying before. I'm my own worse enemy. Maybe. I don't know. It's hard to tell sometimes. I don't see myself the way other people do. To me, a mirror's just a piece of glass. To me, Daredevil's one of the very best parts of my life. To you... he's the obsession that ruined it. We're both right, I think. I am my own worst enemy. That's why I could use a friend.

Hey. The guy who hired you to take over this case after the first hearing back in New York. Was it Wilson Fisk?

Listen -- revenge can feel like the only thing that matters, but I've been down that road. It's empty. Even if you get what you think you want, it doesn't change anything. The past is still the past.

Either somebody took Logan's body, or he was never in that statue in the first place... or he got up and walked away.

I'm on a job. Was hoping you could help.

You worked for Hydra, Frank. Hydra. Maybe they tricked you or offed you something you needed, but that doesn't change it. You backed the bad guys. That's not something we can just move past. Even by your crazy %$!@ rule book that has to have consequences. Right?

The Owl and the others aren't crime bosses, Foggy. Not right now. Right now, we're at war. And they're generals. Besides, I'm not planning to run for re-election.

It wasn't Logan. It was worse.

I cannot see the light. So I must be the light.

All things considered, Kitty... Wolverine should've stayed dead.

Need some help, Detective?

You're a murdering piece of filth, Castle.

I realize that I've been fighting this entire time. And I've won... nothing.

I'm scared, Foggy.

Okay then... I guess I'll see you all on the other side.

Unbelievable. I've fought the Hulk. Ultron. Armies of ninjas. And my obituary almost read, "Daredevil killed by three robbers -- oh, and by the way, he was Matt Murdock, local lawyer and former mayor."

All I want to do... all I've ever wanted to do... was help people.

I'm not you, Frank. I'll never be you.

Stand down. In the name of Asgard.

I used to be a lawyer. I've even been to prison. I know what you've gone through, and I'll do everything I can to keep you from going back. The system is broken. You know it, and I know it. But it's the system. It's what we have to work with. So let's get you out of it. Deal?

How high a price are you willing to pay?

Which means... I'm having dinner with the Libris crime family.

Nothing good happens at this hour.

I've been doing this for so long I thought I could do it on instinct. I've forgotten everything Stick taught us.

No. I made too many mistakes as Daredevil. For now... I'm just a concerned citizen.

I can't be Daredevil again. Daredevil was a mistake, and now... now it's a symbol that's tainted. I was playing at a thing, in a costume, to absolve my actions. I'm just... me now. But I can do so much. God gave me so much... so now I need to give back and show him I deserve this. This neighborhood needs help. I hear it.

Daredevil... Daredevil was a symbol. I tainted it, and they took it back. It was bigger than me. It was always bigger than me. They carried my burden, my sins. But they should´t have to.

I've spent years defending Hell's Kitchen. But I've also been accused of killing Leo Carraro... this man's brother. And because of that... I'm turning myself in to the authorities.

I'm turning myself in... but I'm Daredevil and you're not my moral authority. You've put as many people in the hospital as any of us, and I don't see you being fingerprinted. Now get the #%@ out of my home... before I call the cops.

You called me "street level" earlier? I call it "people level."

I'm here to let you know -- to let you all of you know... that I'm listening -- I'm watching -- and even from prison... I'm going to make your lives Hell.

I plead guilty to second-degree manslaughter.

It's simple... I don't trust you. You're a murderer. You use people. You're tired of the darkness? You want to work for the light? Prove it.

Marcus. I've just been poisoned.

What do I have to lose--when I've already lost my freedom? If I stray from who I am--what I need to do--because I'm fearful of repercussions...then I may as well be dead.

Bullseye. There isn't much in the world that would derail me from my path. But you, Bullseye? I'm coming for you.

You're a smart guy. The smartest, even. But maybe you need to stop using that big brain of yours looking at all the angles and instead ask yourself... what's right?

Kid, we're criminals. Our entire vigilante situation is that we sometimes have to go to places where others can't or--

He's here because, in this world, Robert Goldman is the only thing that scares me. I'm the leader of The Fist. I'm the Man Without Fear. So, yes, I'm scared, because normally... I fear nothing... except God.

She left a note for you. Just two words. "Happy anniversary."

"The Fist of the Beast." Frank... what in God's name do you think you're doing?

"Unbelievable loss" -- is Goldy right? Is this the trade-off? A parade of evil destroying everything around me? All to service the idea of Daredevil? Is my entire life the "Trolley problem"? I'm the man who will save thousands on a track -- but I have to pull the lever to send the careening, runaway trolley of my enemies... to everyone close to me...

I'm so far from home. Out of my depth. I feel Cole's unease because it's also my own. Who the hell do I think I am, doing this? Thinking I know what's right? Prophecies and magic. Given by God or against him? I have to believe he's showing me what's right. That I'm his warrior in devil's clothing. But if I'm wrong... I'm taking everyone to Hell with me.

It's just time to stop breaking them for self-gain. We break the laws of man to help others.

Be a good man. Lift up people who need it. Fight evil where it infects others. Good and evil--ideas I've had a hard time with lately. There are evil actions but no evil men. Just people who have lost their way. That's evil's infection. That's the heart of what I've been trying to do here. But the Hand is different. They're literally hell-born. An infected Frank Castle is different. You don't put instruments of Hell into therapy. You send them home. You send them to Hell.

Sunlight on our faces... as I lie next to her... her scent plays with my heart. Elektra. To sit a moment with you. To sit with love and peace. Maybe it was never for us. Maybe it's just a dream to keep me warm... until I enter the kingdom.

I don't know what I'm walking into. I went to Hell years ago. It was Mephisto's Hell and it felt like a fever dream. This feels different. This is the Beast's realm. Where the Hand begins and ends. And if it's to end... let me end it as the hand of God.

I always have felt a sense of peace when I stand in front of my parish. But tonight, I'm feeling anything but peaceful. I know demons are real... and I know monsters exist. But usually, my little slice of Hell is filled with gangsters and guns, not real devils. I'm the only devil in this Kitchen... and I plan to keep it that way.

God may never have been behind the Fist... but He's behind me. I keep focusing on the wrong things. God is love. The thing that drives me is love. I love Elektra. I love the world, its people... I love my friend. Let love guide you, Matthew Murdock.

We are taught that God is love. And that when we love, we become one with God. Perhaps being the willing sacrifice is the ultimate act of love. To be honest, I never thought I would die this way. But if this is what must be done, I do it with love. As I look up into Echo's eyes, a wave of guilt washes over me... I know deep down that I'm not a savior. I'm the Devil of Hell's Kitchen!

The choice of blind faith. It's how I've lived my entire life. I am blind so that I may see the truth.

If I've learned anything, it's that when God calls you... you'd damn well better answer Him.

Reveal All Devils, the anonymous account that claims to have exposed St. Nick's, started by leaving comments on conspiracy sites all over the web. They then graduated to posting their own hoax news articles. All that activity has left a signature of sorts. It's not long before I have a name. But learning the truth isn't the hard part. The hard part... is that my friend is out to destroy me.

His voice is quiet, but to my ears, it's the haunting wail of a ghost. It doesn't matter that it's a voice from another life. I could live a dozen times and never forget that snakeskin hiss.

I didn't earn a law degree to take second chair to anyone. But necessity is the mother of invention. So I invented Jack. A con man--to keep me connected to the city's shadow side. Disconnected: Matthew M. Murdock, attorney at law. Out of view. Out of practice. The missing half of my particular system of justice. What the courts can't fix, fists can. But what violence can solve--the law should.

They wanted Hell's Kitchen... let's give them Hell.

What I'm feeling right now is something from scripture: "Therefore put on the full armor of God--so that when the day of evil comes--you may be able to stand your ground. And after you have done everything--to stand." I know who I am. Who I need to be. Both sides. And that is my armor.

God saved me from Hell, but my mortal sins have followed me. Sloth. Envy. Gluttony. That leaves four more. They're out there somewhere right now. But starting tonight, I'm driving the devils out of the Kitchen. Those born of Hell... and those born of Earth.

I've fought Wolverine before. Each time... I've been lucky to walk away. The man doesn't hurt the way normal people do. It's like fighting a slab of meat... wrapped around a lead pipe.

Day is turning into night. And the screams have changed. They're not just frightened... they're being hunted. Because things come out at night.

You... you guys have every right to be pissed at me. To hate me. I deserve all of it and more. But I still need your help. Because the Kingpin is coming for Hell's Kitchen.

It's a cheap ploy meant to throw me off, I tell myself. But it works like a charm--because I can hear in Fisk's voice that it's not a bluff or a lie. Which means the most violent man I've ever met has kidnapped a child I was supposed to protect.

God granted me this gift--a new, holier life. But I've been a coward. Been afraid to fully live that life. Beholden to old ways. Fisk was right about one thing: It's time I stopped mocking God by pretending to be something I'm not. Every man's work... will be revealed by fire... and the fire will test the worth of every man's work.

Never a dull night in the Kitchen. Not with all these witches about... never mind the Devil himself.

We wait for grace. Hope to find hope. Trust that God will lift us from despair.

Unlike the others, this isn't a person I know with a devil hidden inside. This is a devil that has consumed someone close to me. Enveloped him whole. It pins me down, its teeth inches from my throat. And I finally see the face... of the child I failed.

I made my choice... and now I have to live with it.

My usual outfit is ripped in a dozen places, and I can still smell death on it. My hypersensitive skin can still feel the infinitesimally small bits of dried blood that washing couldn't remove. Ditto for the spare. But if I'm honest, that's not really why I brought the armor out of retirement. I think after the whole grisly business with Wrath and Bullseye, I wanted... no, I needed a change. So the Devil is back to wearing black.

The mycorrhizal network. An inconceivably complex subterranean net of fungal particles conveying information and resources. Normal human senses are incapable of tracing the network's million branching paths. But I'm not exactly normal. My enhanced senses interact with the fungal infection beneath my skin, and they show me... everything.

Don't know if I can kill it. Don't know if it can be killed. But no one likes a boot to the face.

Oh. Failing. Right. You mean by pulling yourself up out of a suicidal depression by faith and sheer force of will to become a force for good on this planet? We should all fail so tragically.

As Daredevil, I get to save the world. As a lawyer... maybe I can fix it. I need them both. That's what I realized. The warrior and the lawyer. It doesn't work if I only have one.

If you can't stand the heat, stay out of Hell's Kitchen.