Jessica was good at figuring stuff out, a necessity considering her job. She always had a knack for it. Observing and studying people was, to put it simply, much less of a hassle than actually talking to them. So that was what she did. Always, well, most of the time.
There was the lawyer/ wannabe Jackie Chan.
The nutjob with a serious drug problem
And Luke.
To top it all off, no alcohol in sight and too many people wanting them dead.
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1) Daredevil
She didn't particularly care for Matt Murdock, but if she had to choose between babysitting the rich kid and investigating with Mr. Kung Fu, she would gladly accompany him.
Matt Murdock had a hero complex, that was one of the first things she noticed about him. Sticking it, literally, to anyone that had bad thoughts, playing the knight in shining armour, New York style.
People like that always had a good story. Orphan boy trying to find his family, dead parent that they're trying to avenger etc. it was a sob story most of the time. She found out about his father through the good old Internet, called some people and got an address. She didn't start looking at him differently. Every one of them had their own shit to deal. She wasn't much for pity, she didn't want any and she didn't give any. Murdock seemed to appreciate that.
He was smart, besides the law degree and all that. He had a head on his shoulders that worked, sometimes too well for Jessica's liking. Technically he didn't lie to them, but omission seemed to be his way to go about life. In more ways than one. He didn't trust, not like the Glowing Ninja or Luke. He held himself back in everything that was remotely private, yet his opinion was heard loud and clearly. She could respect a guy wanting to keep things under wrap, she did, but at the same time it was unnerving having to pull every little important detail out of his nose like pulling away a toy from a toddler. That was the second thing she noticed about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, he was stubborn as hell.
When she insulted him, he smiled. As if he didn't take her serious, and that riled her up. Maybe she wasn't a vigilante who lived to protect the lives of others, but she'd be damned to be made a fool when she was trying to help for once.
He never smiled in the presence of the others, or at least not in the same way. There it was short, bound to the motion, while when it was caused by one of her remarks, it was slower, endearing almost. It wasn't until she met the blond attorney and saw the smile blooming on Murdock's face that she understood where the difference was. Matt Murdock liked humour in every shape and form. It didn't matter that it came as an insult from a slightly intoxicated PI.
She would never admit it out loud, but she was glad Daredevil was on their side. He may use those ninja skills for some petty stuff, like running and climbing his way to a roof when he could just use the fucking elevator, but he was skilled. He was the better fighter between the two of them, yet he never boasted about that. Jessica thought that the costume was a bit much, but he had an excuse; he didn't know just how stupid it looked. They had developed a friendly relationship. Jessica wouldn't say they were friends, not yet. From what she'd gathered about Matthew Murdock, he was relatively alone. He had the blond attorney with the slick back hair, the blond journalist, a dead parental figure and a crazy ex-girlfriend. A blind man could have picked out similarities between them. So the fourth thing she learned about Matthew Murdock was that he was alone in his fight, just like she was.
When he said he would be right behind them, Jessica knew she would be one friend short in no time. Murdock with his hero complex and stubbornness, unmoving in his decisions, Murdock with his over-the-top fighting style and stupid suit would be dead by the time they reached the surface. So she took a deep breath and ran, ignoring the feeling in her gut to stay with him and to fight the crazy bitch together. The last thing she learned about Matthew Murdock was that he was incredibly, stupidly loyal, to his beliefs, his loved ones and this damned city.
