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Alan's face pinches--not out of pity, but of curiousity.

"So you're not blind, except that you are. Like some sort of superpower?"

It sounds like a Night Springs episode. Alan doesn't bother to hide how intrigued he sounds about it.

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"Something like that."

It's about the easiest way to explain it. Matt doesn't want to get into the details of how acute his senses are. It makes people uncomfortable, usually.

"It ... Helps out my day job."

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'Something like' is such a non-answer that Alan blinks a few times. He's about to ask Matt to elaborate when the other speaks again, and he frowns slightly.

"You sound like some sort of vigilante." No judgement. Just a statement.

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That gets a laugh. An actual, laugh, too, not just one of those little half-laughs that Matt's so good at.

"I think that's the word for it, yeah."

He pauses for a moment, then exhales, but the slight smile still stays on his face.

"A newspaper called me the Devil Of Hell's Kitchen."

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There's a smile, so it's not like Matt is taking the whole 'I know about your shit, hey, sorry' too badly. It makes sense from what little Alan knows of the other, but he still feels a sense of relief.

"That's a pretty punchy nickname. Sounds more like a serial killer than a defender of the innocent."

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"You're also probably not the first person to say that, either."

After all, there's plenty of discourse around not just Daredevil, but all of the heroes that seem to swarm New York. Especially the street level ones like him.

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"Bad rap?" He's genuinely curious.

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"Depends on who you ask. Vigilantism is illegal, after all."

Matt would know.

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Alan doesn't skip a beat, a small trace of venom leaking into his words.

"So's punching paparazzi. Still fine to do."

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"That's assault, Mr. Wake."

Matt looks amused, though, like he's pleased to learn that Alan's scrappy.

"Was it a good punch?"

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Alan's smile, he's sure, can be heard as he shakes his head. Matt would probably get along with Barry.

"It was a satisfying. I ended up in jail for a few hours." A beat.

"I really don't regret it, though."

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"I didn't realize I was friends with a hardened criminal."

Matt laughs.

"I'm sure he had it coming."

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"He did." It's immediate, like he feels like he needs to justify it. The barge hasn't helped, no, but there's still traces of bitterness in his voice.

"So did the others."