Gym workout (Danny Rand!)

[Matt Murdock]

Matthew Murdock made his way toward the gym, his cane swishing and scratching along the ground. He liked to think that people were darting out of his way in order to avoid getting caught by the cane and throwing off his sense of direction- as opposed to darting out of his way because his disability frightened and disturbed them.

He had to admit that he couldn't blame them if it was the later, though. He had spent his first few years after being blind filled with self-pity. And he had to admit he would never be able to do some things ever again- like watch a sunset.

He moved into the gym. People were- understandably- nervous about having a blind person in the area. One of the staff people greeted him, "hey, Matt."

"Hey, Randy. Starting off with the treadmill, I think." He let the older man guide him in the proper direction and help him with the settings. He genuinely did need help for that last part, as they were controlled by buttons which he couldn't read. He thanked the man and set his cane down before he started running.

Later, he decided he would lift some weights and work on his karate.

[Danny Rand]

Danny strolled into the Gym of the University, without a care in the world. He probably ought to be doing some work, but he couldn't be bothered. He had to be fit for a fight 24/7, and if that meant that he just sat in the Gym all day, then so be it.

He threw his towel aside, as he walked on over to one of the treadmills to get started. He set his usual settings into the computer for the treadmill, and began a light jog. He turned to his right, and saw a familiar face and smirked. He'd seen this guy loads of times before in the Gym, but never spoken to him. He was always training, just as hard as Danny, maybe harder.

"Hey! Working out again? I'm surprised you're not the size of a heavyweight by now," Danny called over and joked.

[Matt Murdock]

Matt turned toward the sound of the voice. He smiled. "I'm fine being a lighteight. Boxing and weightlifting was my dad's thing," he panted. Plus, Matt liked to dodge blows rather than take them, which wasn't something that boxing really taught. Hey, the ladies on-campus appreciated the fact that he kept up his good looks.

Well, not really, but he supposed he understood that. It was his disability, no doubt. Was it worth anything that your boyfriend said you were beautiful if he would never see your face? How did you adjust to the fact that your lover would never be able to watch a sunrise or sunset with you?

Matt forced himself out of these darker musings. "What's your name?" he panted. He never forgot a voice. This wasn't someone he was familiar with.