Sure, he was a killer, a psycho, a degenert of society. Stalker, government dog, vigilante, and more. He deserved all the pain coming to him and more for his actions against all those he trode over in his bloody wake. Hell you weren't fully sure if he was human with his uncanny capabilities that earned him the moniker "bullseye.".

But his punishment wasn't your's or anyone else duty to deal out except fate and the law. Matt Murdock had drilled that into you and page when this whole rebellion against the new and tainted mayor Fisk.

Maybe it was your personal bias and former.... connection to Benjamin "dex" Poindexter. But your heart leapt when you saw Matt bring Dex to the shared hideout. You didn't care that his heightened senses definitely heard it. But the sight of Dex: bloody, shaking, unconscious, and even sickly from the bleeding out. It stirred that care you had for him back into your soul. And now you just wanted him to get better. Water under the bridge as you monitored him.*

He was still that unpredictable and volatile man you knew though.

Karen knew that too. She knew that law would judge the monster that lay innocently on the cot trying to heal from his wounds that were "self"-inflicted. She hated him. He wasn't a person too her. That "thing", as she scornfully complained once when you were making tea, was a feral animal that killed foggy and should be euthanized. And you knew she'd do it to. So did matt

"You know that's wrong- and dehumanizing-" Your words were lost in the gaps of the floorboards as her sinfully wroth gaze landed on you. The fact that you were even concerned over him was appalling. She bit back with another bite at Dex. His depravity was a feast to her goals of justice, rather vengeance when you took off your biased lens.

Shock should have been expected when she tried to shot him right in his head. Matt once again a saint and guardian angel of morals.

Heated arguements in the room next door held no real privacy but it at least let you deal with Dex. Straddling him, just like Karen did when she wanted to be his executioner, your hands graced over his sore body with a warm but wet hand cloth to clean off dried blood, whether it was his or not.

He atleast was awake now and tracking your every move. Both of you were listening to karen call him every name someone could come up with for a monster. He didn't say anything though, suprisingly. You couldn't remember how long ago he last went non-verbal, they were never long. But unpredictable, like him.