you always fall for the rascal (or the guy who's got a little bit of the devil in him)

“Who are you?” Darcy asked curiously as the man dropped his hands.“Just a good Samaritan,” the man replied, shifting from side to side a tad uncomfortably. “Someone who didn’t want to see a pretty girl like you mugged."“A vigilante then,” Darcy continued, not allowing herself to react to the compliment. “A vigilante I haven’t heard of? New to the scene, are you?”“You could say that,” he hummed, leaning against the wall. “I’ve been… helping over the years. It’s just been recently that they gave me a name."Something clicked in Darcy’s brain. “The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen."[Or, five times Darcy met the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, and the one time she met Matt Murdock.]