Fears
They call me the man without fear.
Am I without fear? I cannot tell you that now, now that I am lying besides her. Her head next to mine, her scent strong and nice.
There was a time when I could tell myself that justice was all that I lived for; that I could die seeking it. But now, in the middle of the night, rain pouring all over my neighborhood, the Daredevil's neighborhood, now I am afraid.
I am afraid of the things that could happen to me tomorrow morning when I wake up, when I step out into the world. Will I still be the same man? The man whose noble cause outweighs all, even his own life.
I am even more afraid when the night comes and darkness falls over Hell's Kitchen, will the guardian devil heed his people's call or will he let the man he inhabits live the life he's always wanted. The life he's always dreamed of.
These things now scare me. They scare the man without fear.