dailydaredevil:

But after I lost my sight, after my abilities developed, I realized how many sirens there actually were. How much this city suffered every single night. I tried not to fight, to make my dad proud, to block it out. The sirens, the pain, the fear, all strangling Hell’s Kitchen. For years, I buried my head and turned away. Then one night, right after we quit Landman & Zack, I heard it. A little girl. Crying in her bed, in a building down the block. Her father liked to go to her room late at night, when his wife was asleep. I called Child Services, like you’re supposed to. But the mom, she wouldn’t believe it. Said it wasn’t true. And the dad, he was smart. He made sure what he did, how he did it, didn’t leave a mark.

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