M. Murdock

The Devil Of Hell’s Kitchen. tba.

as he never would of thought it was possible but was he talking to an actual bee?

managed to almost cut her off at. At this pace she was faster so she might’ve noticed the tail. But after a railing offered a good amount of leverage with his baton he closed the distance between them as they were almost in reaching distance. “Bumble bee?” He asked curiously—

The sirens proved to be an aid in the pursuit but to someone with his sense of direction; he was more focused on the sound of the jewels that rattling against each other with every movement she made. He mimicked her pathway across the rooftops until there was an intersection he—

He wouldn’t go on to just assume, he’d give her a chance and read the room. Perhaps she’ll say different, but one thing is for sure : he’s beelining for the jewel store on W 46th. The floral warm notes of honey, guiding him.

Maybe this is her chance. He never said he was a hero, though often that is a title given to him.

He’s heard her buzz around a few times and although they’ve never met prior at least she knows not to trust the devil.