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Guardian Devil pt. 2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

Daredevil lay there exhausted trying to catch his breath, blood slowly drooling out from his mouth. The two of us panting heavily. I dropped my sword and quickly took out my pistol I kept in the pocket of my back just beneath where my swords would go. I put it off safety, cocked it and held it with both hands as I walked towards the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

He's been in my way long enough, now I'm gonna make sure he stays down permanently. That's when I heard it. It was soft, very faint like the coo of a pigeon but I heard it. My eyes widened as I felt my body freeze from shock and my heart skip a beat.

He would whistle a few notes from the song before he switched back to humming. Humming and whistling the opening and closing notes of that beautiful song that I didn't have the heart to ever listen to again, not since she died.

"How do you know that?" I choked out. Daredevil groaned as he looked up at me and adjusted himself so that he was on his knees.

"The Shire theme song. Your mother used to hum it to you when you were scared." He told me. "She loved you (Y/n). This is not how she would want you to remember her."

My lip trembled and I could feel my chin quivering as my heart just broke. Tears stung my eyes but I tried to push pass the pain and aim the gun higher.

"You don't know anything about me!" I growled.

"I know......" he panted. "I know you both would always greet each other in Elvish. I know that as an affectionate nickname she would call you her little Hobbit. And you called her Shieldmaiden, after the character Éowyn. Because like her, she was the strongest, bravest and kindest woman you ever knew."

How did he know all of this? Was Daredevil stalking us all these years?

"But you wanna know the one thing I do know?" he slowly got up as I fingered the trigger. "I know that your mother loved you. She loved you so much, that she was willing to drive over 40 minutes in the middle of the night to come pick up her daughter because she called for help. I—I'm only sorry I couldn't save her sooner. I am truly, truly sorry (Y/n) Perry."

Gun shaking in my hand as I could've just fired the gun right at his bare mouth and have this finished so that I could finally take my revenge against the asshole who still lay there unconscious. But I couldn't.

I lowered the gun but kept a firm grip of the handle. I turned away from the Devil of Hell's Kitchen as I stifled a sob. Covering my mouth with my left hand as I let out a choked gasp.

"I think about it every day. Every. Day. For two years. I-I-I figure out how I could've changed it. How-how I could've just told myself to not call her. I-I could've asked my friend's aunt to pick me up. I-I could've......." I spoke before allowing myself to studder in my sorrow as I looked at anyone else but him.

"It wouldn't have changed anything. A mother's instinct is strong, and she was the Mother of all Mother's that I've seen. She made her choice, and she never regretted it." He spoke softly.

So softly and comfortingly. This was not the Daredevil that I've heard every criminal fear. The Man that spread paranoia and fear into the hearts of Hell's Kitchen's underbelly was talking to me so comfortingly. I stifled another sob as I looked up to see him standing just a foot away from me.

"I loved her so much." Finally my grip on the gun dropped as it fell with a clunk down to the ground. I then let out probably the ugliest, most heart wrenching choked out sob I had in my before allowing the tears to come full force.

Cautiously I felt long fingers gently graze against mine. They didn't immediately wrap around me, just lingered for a bit like a comforting presence. It wasn't until I finally made the move and intertwined my fingers with his before finally my small hand was clenched into his large one.