"The bad guys are all bothered out. Just checking in on the bad girls. Trust me, I didn't come here to watch you. This is my beat."
It was the day after Christmas. What the hell. "Thank you. For the hobby."
He turned his head to the side, listening intently as a siren blared off away from them. Always a police call. "Did the 'jerks' tell you anything? I'd really like to know. I've got it on good authority someone is giving them their marching orders." He listened closely to her heartbeat, face focused on her chest for any lies she might attempt. She and he didn't exactly have a spirit of cooperation, as usually happened with Daredevil and professional criminals.