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[Alexis could be flighty and silly, but she's always a force to be reckoned with. The man has a knife at her throat, yes, but her mind is going a mile a minute as she tries to think of a way out of this. She hasn't faced the Yakuza and Somali pirates and a Ugandan drug lord to be felled by some New York mugger. As if. She's about to use her expert negotiating skills when there's a sudden rush of air and a flash of red near them.

The man immediately lets her go. She's able to catch her breath and really assess the situation. In the alley, with a glow of red eyes, stands the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. She's certainly heard of him, but she's never really seen him before. Her mugger is focused on the Devil, so he's caught by surprise when Alexis takes he heavy handbag and starts whacking him on the head with it. He gives a grunt of pain and tries to shield himself from her blows with a vicious curse.

Maybe he's finally realizing he's bitten off more than he can chew with her.]

You! Are! So! Rude!

[She punctuates each word with a whack. She wishes she has something heavier.]

[He wasn't entirely sure which of them was more surprised that she opted to join the fight and beat the would-be mugger with her purse; the mugger or Matt. But he was grinning as he let her get a little venting out, all while staying close enough that if the man thought of retaliating, he'd find out why that was a bad idea.]

See? Why would she want to give up such a useful weapon?

[He hadn't decided if he wanted to intervene yet, enjoying just witnessing the brutal outrage of Alexis and her very justified fury at being mugged.]

[It's cathartic whacking her mugger with her purse. At least until she stumbles because the heel of her shoe breaks off from all her energetic exertion and stomping. The mugger takes advantage of it. Once the blows slow, his hand whips out to grab her wrist in a painful grip. It's hard enough to make her yelp. Alexis is trying to keep her balance so she doesn't go face first into the concrete.]

[He can hear the shoe snap and he's already moving, smile wiped off as the mugger's hand touches her, hurts her, and he catches her with his left while snapping a quick jab to the bridge of the man's nose with his right. A knee to the crotch, because he plays dirty, and then he turns to place her behind him, finishing that three-sixty turn with a roundhouse kick.]

Sorry, Miss. You're wearing the wrong shoes for kicking ass. Sit this one out.

[It's like a dance. One second, she's trying to struggle against the mugger and the next, the Devil has her in his hold. One arm has her while the other is efficiently putting the mugger down. There's a spray of blood from the man's noise. He's crying out from the pain. His groans only becomes higher thanks to the crotch shot. Through it all, Alexis is smoothly moved around until she's out of harm's way with Daredevil firmly between her and her attacker. She blinks at him.]

Wow, you're like really good at this.

[He has to fight not to laugh, but he has his back to her, head tipped a little in her direction.]

Are you hurt?

[He was pretty sure the answer to that was no. No scent of blood coming from her, only the man with the broken nose, but he'd heard that yelp. Besides, most people couldn't do what he could, so it seemed prudent to ask.]

No. Just a little sore.

[ Her hand gently rubs her wrist which is beginning to bruise. The man's meaty fingers have left their mark on her. She frowns as she stares at her broken shoe. She's actually more upset about that. ]

I really like these shoes. I got them in Paris during Fashion Week back in 2010 from Amelie Pichard herself!

[Matt was fashion blind, for a variety of reasons, but he was always aware of the quality of things. Leather, silk, lace, velvet. He could tell high quality without even touching it. Even in her casual dress, Alexis dressed... high end. Whatever shoes she was mad about smelled liked something that was made with high quality leather and glue. He sighed, then turned back to the man.]

You broke her shoes. I don't know if I'm going to be able to save you now.

[A joke, of course, but he was already reaching for a zip strip, ready to put the would-be mugger down and truss him up before leaving him for the police.]

You should call the cops, Miss. And maybe a cobbler.

[She blows out a soft sigh. She doesn't know any cobblers. The only cobbler she knows are the fruit kind. Which reminds her that she's a little hungry, and she wants something sugary and bad for her to chase away the ick of this evening. She pulls out her cellphone to call 911 as he advises, but her eyes keep studying him thoughtfully.]

I'm Alexis, by the way. And thank you. For saving me.

[He's bent over the man, tugging his arms behind his back as he works the strap over his wrists.]

Not sure I did. You seemed to have it in hand.

[Still, it made more sense to jump in than have her deal with it. And he felt a surge of satisfaction that he'd been able to do so. She was rubbing her wrist and he could tell she'd have bruises there, a lingering reminder, and it just made him want to kick the mugger again. In the dick.

He didn't, but he wanted to.]

You should wait somewhere closer to the light. You'll want them to see you when they pull up and he might have friends.

You'll keep me safe.

[She says it so matter-of-factly without a doubt in her mind. There's something about his voice. Or maybe it's his mouth. She moved closer to try and get a better look. There's something needling in her brain about it. Maybe she's just painfully curious about him.

Admittedly, he's definitely hot. He's got this dangerous edge to him. Has she been single, she would've been flirting hard, but she's got Matt. She's still fascinated about him though.]

How long have you been doing this?

[Matt wasn't stupid. He knew Alexis wasn't either, despite how easy he'd seen people dismiss her intelligence on first meeting. Sucked to be them, because here was a woman who'd made something of herself. Was she a little affluent? Yes. But she wasn't cruel about it, unlike some of the silver spoon types he'd met.

His lips twitched in a smile at the fact she laid out there so firmly. Yes, of course he'd keep her safe, but it just amused the hell out of him that she was so sure of it. Most people, even the ones he helped, would be running by now. Not trying to strike up a conversation.]

You don't read the papers?

Like literally? No. I usually get my news from Twitter. Or DeuxMoi.

[She gives a little shrug. Besides, she likes hearing it straight from the source. No better than from the mouth of the Devil himself.]

Will you walk me home too?

I think the police can give you an escort.

[Probably better, since he didn't think they'd want him lingering around when they took her information. And he should probably finish up his rounds and get home so he could play the concerned boyfriend coming over.]

But I'm not done talking to you yet.

[She gives an adorable little pout, one that can certainly be heard in her voice. Since he hasn't moved away, she gets in his space and studies him to try and figure out why he's making her brain wonky. It's like she's forgetting something. It's something she can't quite put her finger on. It drives her nuts.]

Whoever designed your suit, they get major kudos. It's very well made!

I'll tell him you approve.

[He couldn't see the pout, but he could hear it, and it made the corner of his mouth tick up. A shove with his foot at the man on the ground, and then he started to walk towards the fire escape in the alley, intending to use it to go back up on the roof.]

I'll keep watch overhead until the police get here.

What, like my guardian devil?

[She's still put out that this exchange isn't lasting longer. She's got so many questions. Part of her kinda wants to ask him out for coffee though she knows he'll decline. She can't help but follow after him though her eyes zeroes in on his ass in that suit.]

What do I do if I want to thank you?

[He was grinning as he headed over to the escape, hearing sirens in the distance and knowing they'd be here in a few minutes. A leap up and he was hanging onto the lower rung, then hefting himself up in a smooth pull.]

You just did.

You know that's not what I meant!

[She gives a little huff as she watches him haul himself up the fire escape like it's nothing. He's definitely well trained with how easy he makes it looks. She wobbles on her broken heel.]

Well, thank you!

[She's still sulking when she goes to the entrance of the alley. The police show up not long after. They take her statement and offer to call EMS, but she declines. She just wants to go home and put ice on her swollen wrist.]

[He watches from above, making sure she's okay, deciding to stay on the rooftops until she gets home so he can make sure she doesn't need a second intervention before he has to bolt back home in case she decides to call him. Which he's kind of hoping she does, because he doesn't want her thinking he wouldn't care if she got hurt and scared.]

[It's an awkward walk home. Alexis isn't going to be caught dead walking barefoot in the city, so she has to hobble in one broken shoe. When she gets home, she gets an ice pack for her wrist. It's swollen and bruises an ugly purple color. She really misses Matt. She calls him in case he's worried. She texted him awhile ago that she was heading home with no follow up. When he answers, she sinks into her couch with a sigh.]

Hi, babe.

Alexis?

[If he sounded a bit out of breath, that wasn't his fault. He'd just skidded in the upper stairs of his rooftop entrance and had made it down to his phone as it was ringing. The burner phone vibrated against his hip, but he didn't want to have her pick up on outside sounds. Hitting answer, he pulled his helmet off, panting a little before taking a deep breath to calm himself, get his heartrate back to normal.]

You okay? You sound... low.

[His voice is a comfort. She means to get up and grab a bottle of wine too, but now that she's seated, she doesn't want to move. Her mind keeps wandering to Daredevil and his ass, and it makes her feel a little guilty.]

I'm okay. I was mugged on the way home. I'm fine, but the guy probably isn't. So sucks to be him.

Mugged? Really? Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to come over?

[He hadn't been to her place properly yet, but he knew where it was, had been trailing her for long enough to have a route there and back. Just to keep her safe.

The downside to a vigilante boyfriend was that their love language often looked a lot like stalking.]

I'm fine! That guy-- Daredevil or whatever. He came to save the day.

[She brightens at his offer to come over. She wants nothing more, but she knows it's late. She doesn't want to put him out. All Alexis can think about now is how nice it would be to curl up with him.]

Are you sure you don't mind coming over?

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