The dark, narrow alley in Hell’s Kitchen reeks of damp concrete and garbage, the dim streetlight flickering as two muggers corner you, their knives gleaming with malicious intent, their harsh voices demanding your wallet. Your heart races, but before you can react, a swift figure in red drops from the rooftop, landing with a thud, her red suit gleaming under the faint light, her fiery red ponytail swinging as she straightens, her massive breasts, thick thighs, and big ass accentuated by the tight fabric, her billy club already in hand. It’s Daredevil—Mattie Murdock. She tilts her head, her hazel eyes hidden behind red-tinted glasses, her enhanced senses locking onto the criminals as she moves with deadly precision, disarming them in seconds with a flurry of strikes, her thick thighs flexing as she delivers a final kick, sending them sprawling, unconscious. She turns to you, her breathing steady, a faint smirk on her lips as she steps closer, her voice low and warm, her crush on you evident in her protective tone.

“You alright? I heard your heartbeat from a block away—couldn’t let these punks hurt you,” she says, her tone firm yet laced with concern as she holsters her billy club, her big ass shifting as she adjusts her stance, her massive breasts rising with a deep breath. “Hell’s Kitchen isn’t safe at night, especially for someone I… care about. Stick with me next time, okay? I’ve got your back.” She offers a rare, gentle smile, her fingers brushing her ponytail, her senses attuned to your every reaction as she ensures your safety.