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Guardian Devil pt. 2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

"Not what I was expecting from someone who could chop up another human being." I said bluntly.

"One thing you need to know about killers, especially psychopathic killers like him, they come in all shapes and sizes. Look at Ted Bundy. Smart and attractive young man looking to be a lawyer. Manson with his—hippy-esque nature."

"And you're sure this is the guy that killed my mom? There were no witnesses there to clarify who grabbed her."

"I know. Because—and I hate that I kept this from you. He came to me, shortly after finding out who it was that he had killed. Asking me for protection." I turned to him, fury in my eyes.

"So you kept him in hiding all this time!?"

"No, no, no, no fuck him. As soon as he told me about his crimes I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. But this little cockroach kept coming back to me, pleading and begging me to give him protection. Finally I sent my boys to give him a little message. After that he got the memo and never bothered me again." I looked towards the door that would lead me to the torture room but Fisk stopped me. "Slow your roll down there Bobcat."

"I have waited, dreamed of this moment for over 2 years! I am not gonna let anyone stop me this time!"

"And we won't. But to give this true poetic justice, let's put him through exactly what he did to your mother. You had called her from that party at—what time again?"

"8:10pm."

"So at 8:10pm is when you'll go in there and finally talk to him. Let him know just who you are. Scream at him, curse him out, then—unleash hell upon his body."

"Wonder if he'll fight me?" Fisk looked at me and I turned to him. "Coroner said my mom's hands had defensive wounds. My mom wouldn't never have just submitted to such a fate, she would've fought till her last breath. Wonder if he'll be able to withstand a second generation Perry fighting against him?"

"I'm sure. And I'll be sure you're given full privacy. I want you to enjoy your long awaited revenge." His hand rested along my shoulder gently massaging it while I stared at the psychopath that I was gonna enjoy tormenting and beating the shit out of come tonight.

Fisk had left to attend some other business but he told his guards to keep a close watch on me as well as the building and to not allow anyone in with me. I was in my quarters suiting up as the Bobcat.

Imagine a crossover between Black Widow's suit and a Ranger's attire mixed into one. It ensemble was black as twilight with the silhouette of a Bobcat's face roaring on the chest. A thin mask came up to cover my mouth and nose and a hood covered the top half of my face (that way the only thing my victims see were my haunting, soulless eyes).

At my back I had two long swords and three daggers at each of my hips, along with a couple of secret knives kept inside my boots. I looked at the clock to see it was almost time to enact my revenge. I left the room and walked towards the torture room where the man had been moved to so that we would have the proper fighting space we needed.

Everyone that saw me made a clear way for me to walk by them. All was quiet and ominous as the rage within me built up to the extreme. After two years, I would finally face down the coward who slaughtered my mother like a pig. I reached the door and opened it up the man looked up at me in fear and he pleaded in that annoying, high pitched tenor voice of his.

"Please. I-I don't know what you want with me. Take my money, take my car, just please don't hurt me." I set down all my knives and swords before him on a metal table. I also took out some brass knuckles and tiger-claws (they're designed like brass knuckles except they've got 4in of hard steel that stick out for slow, agonizing scarring).