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Guardian Devil pt. 2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

"You're right. Damn it I just....I just hate this so much." He snapped.

"I hate it too. But right now—she needs us. She'll need all of us. We're not gonna talk about Fisk, we're not gonna talk about the bystander, we're not gonna mention anything to her unless she speaks about it first. What she needs right now is familial reassurance." I told them.

There was quiet in the room but I could sense that both Karen and Fog were on the same page. I bid them both goodnight and I went to change out of the rest of my suit and into some pajamas before going back to check in on (Y/n).

I sat there by her bedside and gingerly stroked alongside her face, brushing any stray hair I felt out of it as I continued to map out her face. I could feel the old scars and bruises. I leaned forward and softly kissed her cheek before whispering to her.

"I'm so sorry little Hobbit." For the rest of the night I stayed by her side watching over her in case of any signs of distress or if she just needed someone to hold her again.

*My POV*

After a good patch up, some family gatherings, and hours upon hours of some therapy I was (sorta) getting back into my normal routine of society. However one thing kept bothering me about that night, Daredevil.

I may have been hysterically out of it but the way he held me with such care and tenderness, only one person ever did that for me. I didn't want to ask him up front so I planned for a little ritual so that we could talk.

I stood on the rooftop of Matt's apartment complex with my Bobcat suit Fisk had designed for me. I also had a trash bin, a gasoline tank, and a lighter in my pocket. The trash was filled with garbage and old newspapers and I had already drowned the inside with gasoline.

I took out the lighter and flicked it a couple times before it finally lit up and I threw the lighter into the bin which lit the entire inside on fire. I grabbed my Bobcat suit and spoke out.

"I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even out there somewhere. But I—I really need to talk to you. You can choose to ignore me, after all I'm not taken hostage or being mugged or raped. Other people need you more than me but—if you get a moment, please come find me." I then threw the Bobcat suit into the bin and watched my vengeance mask go up in flame.

I stood there watching as the flames destroyed my suit slowly but surely. Once I was satisfied I turned away from the bin and just sat along the edge of uncle Matt's apartment looking out into the city.

"Hope you're not trying to become an arsonist now too." I looked to my right and there stood Daredevil himself.

"I'm making a break with the past. I—looking back now with a slightly clearer mind I-I didn't like what I had become. I was drowning in so much hatred and revenge. I didn't even recognize myself that morning after you saved me. I would've thought they would've hated me for what I had become."

"The lawyers Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson along with their secretary Karen Page have many emotions when it comes to you. But hate? Not a chance. If anything they—they were scared at what could've happened to you. Fearing that you'd end up the same way as your mother, especially when you had disappeared the same amount of time that your mother did before her body was found." He told me as he came up to me and placed a comforting hand to my shoulder.

"I need to ask you something. About that night."

"The man was completely innocent. Just—wrong place at the wrong time. Fisk wanted you to be a raw, savage fighter. So he figured what's one innocent man's life? Give you the story you needed to hear and he would've gotten what he wanted out of you." A tear slipped down my face as I let out a shaky breath.