As Matt listened to the man across from him speak so casually about his affairs in that elegant, teasing tone, his face nearly twitched-especially at the words "meager earnings" about his law firm.
He recalled his friend Foggy Nelson's complaint over lunch: "Matt, please. We're already buried in flounder, cheese, and sports gear from our clients. I'm not trying to force you to abandon your principles, but promise me you'll take at least one client who pays their legal fees in dollars next time, okay?"
"None of that has anything to do with me."
Matt struggled to keep his expression unchanged and his voice steady, as though none of it truly had anything to do with him.
"Really? What was your alias again? Daredevil? Is that how you spell it? A reckless daredevil? A fearless man? A brave devil?" Tony gave him a meaningful look. "As far as I know, Mr. Murdock's father was a boxer whose nickname in the ring was 'Devil.' Boxers back then really loved those dark, edgy nicknames, didn't they? What do you think, Daredevil?"
I think you can shut up now.
Matt had always heard news reports about how talented and difficult Tony Stark was. Tonight, he finally experienced firsthand what it was like to talk to New York's First Playboy, who also happened to be the most popular superhero, Iron Man.
It really left him with something stuck in his throat.
"Just a coincidence."
Tony scoffed and stopped trying to make him admit his identity. He had never had the patience to beat around the bush. With Miaomiao's safety confirmed, all this talk had merely been a little test of the young vigilante who called himself "Daredevil." He had to admit that he rather admired this young man, who refused to let his disability