Something that he struggled with admitting to himself—because it would mean a change. A change of everything. Every piece of logic told him that Elektra coming back from the grave was impossible; but she was. She’d attacked the editorial and threatened him. Like a stranger. He and Karen escaped before any harm was done or he’d done anything to exploit his abilities in public. After dealing with such an experience, Matt struggled to accept the invitation from Essex. However, a no show would send the wrong message. Essex was someone he assumed looked at the small details. He’d know if Matt Murdock didn’t show up at the Masquerade.
Even though he’d made an attempt to lock the Devil away, it still found a way to impact his personal life. Because there was still a piece of him out there—and an internal struggle that didn’t want to lock it away.
He arrived at the masquerade by limo, wearing one of his best suits—and a black, masquerade appropriate mask that covered the upper-portion of his face. Due to the nature of the event he naturally didn’t have to admit to the fact that he was a blind man, but Matt stuck the folded up cane into his inside jacket pocket; just in case. With his invitation in hand he easily slipped inside; picking up on the various conversations around him. It wasn’t that Matt wanted to eavesdrop, it was just the nature of his abilities. Mingling and being overly-social wasn’t something he intended on doing. He was among strangers, outside of Nathaniel and Matt planned on making an effort to track him down.
That was when he’d use the cane, just so Nathaniel would know it was him. He focused his hearing on Essex only to realize that the host was rather busy. Probably with the media, and other guests. It left Matt alone, in the center of the lobby. Alone.
Until his senses picked up on a familiar scent. One that he’d never mistake. The same scent that had attracted him all those years ago. Matt’s chin lifted upwards, towards a flight of stairs and what he could only assume to be the private boxes—an area for those wealthy enough to afford them. He swallowed hard, steps naturally attracting him towards the staircase. Most of the patrons were too busy to notice him.
By this point in time he should have known that these situations weren’t good for him. That she wasn’t good for him—but his heart didn’t lie. After the incident with Karen, Matt needed answers. He had to know if she was here. With him. Tonight.
Another public place. He played the only card that he was sure would allow him easy access to the private boxes. Matt dug into the inside of his jacket and withdrew his cane as patrons mingled around him; straightening it out in front of him, as he stepped upwards; towards answers.
Towards the truth.