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She made it two days without having another run in with the man in the mask. But she never had been lucky (at this she thought of the many overdue medical bills on her counter and shuddered), and she hadn't listened to his warning to not walk home late at night.

A body slammed into the alley wall. She paused in her footsteps. She could keep going, get home. Maybe watch some trashy TV and then go to bed.

Instead, she decided to stay, watching Daredevil take down the other thug with vicious accuracy. The man's body hit the ground with a solid thud, blood trickling out of the gnarly gash on his head.

Daredevil stayed there, shoulders hunched and panting.

"I didn't think we would see each other again so soon after our first meeting," Aishe called softly. The vigilante's head snapped up at the sound of her voice. She smiled deviously. "Are you following me, Mr. Daredevil?"

"You're that girl," he said gruffly. "The one who dragged me to your apartment."

"Dragged you by the feet, yes," she said. "You're quite heavy by the way."

She could have sworn she say the ghost of a smirk on his face at that before it faded back into that same hard frown.

"What are you doing out here? I thought I warned you to start walking home earlier."

Her shoulders hunched. "A-ah, um well.. I can't really do that if I, uh. Don't get out of work earlier than this."

At the vigilante's disbelieving frown, she stuttered, "R-really! I don't get out of work until ten, and it takes me a while to walk home."

"Why don't you take the subway?" he asked.

"Don't you have criminals to catch?" she shot back.

He cocked his head. "It's quiet right now."

She worried her lower lip between her teeth nervously. She wasn't an idiot; she knew the stories about Daredevil. If she had her way, she would have never had to meet the vigilante, but their paths seemed to keep crossing. And...he had saved her life. There had to be some good in this man who inspired fear in the hearts Hell's Kitchen's criminals.

"Come on," the man said suddenly, breaking the long silence.

"W-what?"

"I'm walking you home," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"O-oh, n-no you don't have to do that," she squeaked. "Besides, how would you be able to with all of that, um."

Aishe gestured heplessly at the man before her, not knowing that he couldn't see her. That ghost of a smirk came back again.

"I know a shortcut."

"O-okay..." she replied hesitantly, following after the masked man as he moved further down the alley. She skirted squirmishly around the two unconscious men on the ground, taking care not to get her sneakers bloody.

The buildings around them blocked out the dim light of Hell's Kitchen; the only sounds were the faint honking of cars blocks away and the occasional scuttle of rats through the trash.

"So," Aishe began awkwardly. "This whole, uh, vigilante thing. Cool stuff."

She could barely see him stop in front of her and had a near miss with his red back. She winced as he snorted. "Not what most people would call it," he said.

"Uh, y-yeah. Sorry I just. Don't really spend my time trying to come up with conversation topics for masked vigilantes who um. Have the strength to crush my skull if they want? I mean, I usually go out of my way not to interact with someone who could hurt me at all. I have no idea why I'm doing it now. I mean, you seem nice enough. For, like, someone who beats people up for a living and stuff?"

He laughed this time, a surprisingly pleasant sound, and she could hear the grin in his voice. "I can't say that many people do. Try to come up with conversation topics for me, that is. The types of people I deal with are usually too busy trying to shoot at me."

"O-oh!" she squeaked.

He turned around.

"You're scared of me," he noted.

"N-not...scared of you necessarily. Just. Nervous?" Aishe replied.

He spun back around and shrugged. "I don't have to walk you home if you don't want."

"You were the one who offered!" she said indignantly, before shaking her head. "I-It isn't you it's just. This is weird is all I guess. I didn't really expect to run into someone like you I guess. I mean, living in this city I kind of knew I would run into some sketchy people...n-not that you're sketchy! Just.. I mean, and after the whole. You know. Aliens thing in 2012, I guess it's just. Easier to be nervous around someone like you even if you seem like a pretty chill guy?"

"Chill?" he asked.

"That's the part you decide to focus on?"

He shrugged.

"I mean. You haven't really. Tried to kill me yet, which is better than what I thought you would be like so..."

It went silent again. He lead her down a turn, head tilting every so often like he was listening to something, but even when she strained, Aishe couldn't hear anything.

Finally, they were facing her apartment building. Aishe bit her lip nervously.

"Um. Thank you," she said awkwardly.

Daredevil nodded. "It's no problem..."

"Aishe," she said. "Um. My name. It's Aishe."

"Aishe," he tried.

"Thank you. Really. You didn't have to walk me home. I know you must be busy what with...you know, all of the crime-y stuff that goes on here. Um. Thank you. Really."

Again, he nodded. "It was the least I could do. Stay safe Aishe."

"Y-yeah. You too. Thanks," she murmured before hurrying past him and across the street to her apartment building.

When she looked back, he was gone.

Short chapter. *shrug emoji* I'm busy and midterms are hard rip in pepperoni.