Wake me up when Daredevil shows up.

We aren't sure, but one can hope.

In the meantime, here's a fun story to tide you over. Years ago, whilst tending bar, I came up with a great cocktail. I named it the Murdock, after the exchange my telephone was on at the time. My number at the time was MUrdock-3-1404, you see. Everyone at the bar agreed it was a fine beverage, save for one fellow at the end of the bar who wouldn't try it, for he only drank clear liquors, and the Murdock is built around rye whiskey. However, after giving it some thought it occurred to me that the other ingredients would mix equally well with gin, so I mixed up the same drink, substituting gin for rye. Needless to say, Mr. Only Clear Spirits loved it. When it came time to name the drink, I thought to myself, it's still a Murdock, only one with clear rather than dark, so I shall call it a Mike Murdock, for he was Matt Murdock with the ability to see clearly as opposed to being in the dark.

Many years later, I was behind the stick at a different bar in a different city, when a gentleman sat down and asked if I could make him something delicious, with a bitter kick. That describes my Murdock to a tee, so I asked if he preferred rye or gin. Gin, says he, so I proceeded to mix him up a Mike Murdock. He took a sip and adored it, and asked what I called the drink. When I told him I call it a Mike Murdock, he was taken aback, for his name just happened to be Mike Murdock.

Yap. Grain of salt & all that