[ murdock always has a way of getting knocked down and getting back up again, something that frank always makes sure to prevent when it's the kind of people he's on a mission to take out. maybe he should have gone through with killing the devil all that time ago, but even someone like him has a code, and despite his annoying persistence, matt doesn't land as someone worth killing — no matter how infuriating he might often become. ]

You think I give a shit what kind of reputation I get?

[ if he did, maybe he wouldn't have ever become the punisher in the first place, a name he never asked for to begin with.

this time, when he brings his arm in, it's to snatch matt by the collar, gripping hard as he leans in. he might be blind, but he sure as hell is going to hear the snarling bite of his words. ]

You know what that piece of shit's been doing? Huh? You seen his wife lately? Bruises all over the left side of her face? Limping from a busted knee? What's your plan? Gonna slap him on the wrist with the United States judicial system? Stuff him in a cozy jail cell? Your kid's play doesn't mean shit in this city.