Night had fallen, and the gloomy basement was pitch-black.
Daredevil, Matt Murdock, had been blinded in an accident as a boy and had long since grown accustomed to darkness. Light or no light made no difference to him, so naturally, he had never bothered to install lights in this Safehouse.
Only after taking a few steps inside did he suddenly remember the two people following him, and his steps briefly faltered.
Miaomiao noticed the figure ahead suddenly stop and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Matt continued forward. He realized that even with a grown man in her arms, the girl's footsteps remained steady and unhurried, seemingly unaffected by the lack of light. "There should be almost no light in here. Can you see?"
Miaomiao answered honestly, "Well enough. Just not as clearly as in the daytime."
The Merfolk roamed the oceans freely, and the deep sea was far darker than this place. Even in broad daylight, it was pitch-black down there, so most of its creatures took the attitude that since nobody could see them anyway, they might as well grow into whatever shape they pleased.
Perhaps extremes really did produce their opposites. The Merfolk, who also hailed from the deep sea, could not only see in such darkness but were all born with a love of beauty. They were exceptionally beautiful themselves and especially fond of other beautiful things.
Among the Merfolk, being beautiful really could put food on the table. Everyone would generously share a portion of their catch with you, keeping you from starving.
Just as Bruce had received tuna from the Little Merfolk aboard the ship when they met for the second time.
And naturally, Matt, who looked almost identical to a young Bruce, had a face that struck the Little Merfolk right in the