You were the only person who got Dex. After so many of his attempts to push you away, you stuck around. Because you were like him. You couldn’t stay away, no matter how bad it was—how bad he was.

So, when he came to your fire escape in the Daredevil suit that you knew didn’t belong to him, covered in blood, you didn’t bat an eye. You slid the window open and helped him in, his movements clumsy stumbles as you pulled the mask off of him.