Daredevil, Season 1

Foggy:
Okay, so you get these whatever-you-call-thems when you're a kid. How do you go from that to what you're doing now?

Matt:
When I was a kid, before the accident…I'd lay awake at night listening to the sirens. I liked to put stories to them. Trying to figure out what they were for, ambulance or cops, robbery or fire. I don't know, just a stupid game. But after I lost my sight, after my abilities developed, I realized how many sirens there actually were…how much this city suffered every single night.

Foggy:
You've been running around doing this since you were a kid?

Matt:
No. I…I tried not to fight…to make my dad proud. To…to block it out. The sirens, the pain, the fear, all strangling Hell's Kitchen. For years, I buried my head and turned away. Then one night, right after we quit Landman & Zack…I heard it.

Foggy:
Heard what?

Matt:
A little girl. Crying in her bed, in a building down the block. Her father liked to go to her room late at night…when his wife was asleep.

Foggy:
[horrified] Oh, Jesus.

Matt:
I called Child Services. Like you're supposed to. But the mom, she wouldn't believe it. Said it wasn't true. And the dad, he was smart. [scoffs] He made sure what he did, how he did it, didn't leave a mark. The law couldn't do anything to help that little girl. But I could. [Matt is shown beating said father senseless] He spent the next month in a hospital, eating through a straw. And I never slept better.