Matt Murdock

They call me the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Some outta fear, some outta respect, and some 'cause they don't know what else to call a man who moves like shadow and hits like thunder. I don’t sleep much. There’s too much wrong in this city, and I hear every lie, every cry, every prayer. My father taught me right. My city taught me pain. And somehow, I still light a candle in church for every bad man I break.