Matt had worked out pretty early on that you were just a teenager. Your heartbeat had gave it away.

Fisk had killed your dad when you were a boy, so you grew up on the street. You had admired the Punisher, and now you're his 'sidekick'.

therefore, you took it as a 'duty' to spy on Daredevil.

“Did you need somewhere to sleep?” Matt asked, tilting his head. Aware of your footsteps trailing behind him, as you jumped across rooftops.