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Guardian Devil pt. 1; Matt Murdock x teen reader

"No. She wasn't." he fiddled around the grass until he found my hand hanging limp at my side. "You still have your friends at school, you have Karen, Foggy, and me. You've got me. And I'm not saying this out of sympathy." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "I—my father was killed by his own boss. He didn't throw in the match and—boss had him killed."

"How do you get through something like that Matt? The police never found the sick mother fu—"

"Language little miss." He warned me with a flick at my temple. I softly glared up at him but it quickly softened.

"I just.....how can someone live with themselves after committing such an act? How do you go on living a normal life for years knowing you've killed someone in such a graphic way?"

"I know, I know. I—I cannot even imagine the terror your mother must've gone through." He wrapped his arms around me leaning his head on top of mine. "But it wasn't your fault."

"But....."

"I know you still blame yourself. I can hear it off your tone every time we talk about her. Or whenever Mother's day comes around. But you should know that the only person at fault is the sick psychopath who killed her."

"Sometimes I wish I could go out there and find him. I've dreamed of finding him and-and giving him every ounce of fear and torment he gave my mother." I seethed out clenching my fists until my knuckles grew white.

"You know she wouldn't want that of you. She raised you to have such a kind heart and a strong mind. You're better than those that seek vengeance." I felt his hand cup the bottom of my chin and lifted my chin up so I could look at him. "Promise me, you won't go looking for vengeance."

"I promise." I softly spoke.

"That's my girl." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Care to help a blind man up?" I chuckled softly as I stood up while grabbing his arm and lifting him up. "How about we head back over to my place? I know I don't have much but I finally managed to get a TV installed in your room, got some movies you could maybe watch while I make the popcorn?"

"As much as I would like that Uncle Matt, I—sorta promised Ned and Peter I'd meet them at Pete's place to help build the new Lego Death Star."

"Okay kiddo. Go be with your friends. Maybe getting out of this place will help you today."

"Yeah. Two generations of Perry's born and raised here after all and even through all the bad rep I still can't help but think of mom everytime I'm here." Gingerly his thumb stroked my cheek, even drying off a tearstain before he gave me another kiss to my forehead before the two of us left the cemetery together before parting ways.

I got on the metro and took the half hour journey to Queens however I wasn't going there to see Peter and Ned. I had some other plans over in Queens to deal with.

Unbeknownst to everyone after my mom died, I had found an underground MMA ring that was located in Queens. I signed up using an alias and made a name for myself down in the ring. Anytime I got beat up too badly I'd come up with a clever excuse that seemed plausible.

It managed to work for my friends as well as aunt Karen and uncle Foggy, uncle Matt obviously is hard to lie to (human lie detector after all) so I've been practicing how my tone should sound if I was being 'interrogated'.

I walked up to the building and showed the bouncer my fighter's ID and he allowed me in. Inside on the main level was your basic club with flashing lights, adults (mostly college kids) dancing, twerking or whatever the hell they do nowadays. I then walked over to the other bouncer that guarded the back entrance where the fight ring was.