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Guardian Devil pt. 2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

Daredevil's gloved finger caught the tear wiping it away.

"That's......that's not what I wanted to talk about." I told him.

"What is it then?" he asked me. I turned to him and I finally spoke.

"There's only one person in the entire world. One man who ever treated me with such a gentle touch, I need to know if it's really you?" he went still and I saw him reach for his mask. "Please don't...." I trailed off. "Don't take it off. I—I don't think I could face you if it is true." He lowered his hands and gave me a response.

"You weren't yourself kiddo." My lip trembled and I said.

"I know." I swallowed a lump in my throat. "But I did it. I—I almost killed you that night. Those things that I said to you, the things I did to you I......"

"Like I said. You weren't yourself. You were blind to your own rage. And Fisk only kept fanning the flames for you." I felt his fingers gently graze against mine just like how he did it that night (and how he's always approached me whenever I get this sad). Allowing me to make the first move of comfort if I needed it.

I immediately took his hand and leaned myself against his chest, the coolness of his armor brushing against my face.

"I'm so sorry Uncle Matt. I—I honestly don't understand how you could forgive me after what I did. What I—what I was going to do to that innocent man."

"You remember when I took Frank Castle's case to court? And when I called you similar to him? You both have made mistakes. Yes you broke the law but you're also a good person. And unlike Frank Castle, you were manipulated into doing those crimes by someone claiming a false led into a case that had gone cold."

"Fisk told me the police gave up months after the search. Said that my mother's case wasn't as important as the other ones that were coming in." Uncle Matt's arms wrapped around me as he rested his chin on top of my head.

"I'll let you in on a secret. Foggy and I refused to allow the police and detectives to give up the search. We kept pushing them and pushing them to find the person that did this because you deserved closure. We all did. And believe it or not she was probably the only Defense Attorney that got the respect from the NYPD."

"That's because instead of cigars to their mothers she made them pies after a difficult day." We both softly laughed at the fond memory.

"I keep telling Fog to stop giving Bess cigars but you know him." I nodded before I looked up at him.

"So uhh—can I ask a few questions?"

"I figured this would come one day." He said as I came out of his embrace.

"If you want, we can talk in the morning. I don't wanna keep you from your nightly activities."

"It's a slow night anyways. Ask away."

"How long have you been Daredevil?"

"Shortly after Foggy and I quit Landman and Zack, one night I—I heard a little girl being raped by her own father." My heart sunk in disgust. "I called CPS but the—the mother refused to believe it and the dad, the father was smart. Made sure to not leave any marks."

"Jesus Christ." I muttered.

"The law did nothing for that little girl, but I could. I knew his routine, waited till he was alone."

"You unleashed hell upon him." I finished for him. He nodded. "Would've done the same thing if I'm honest."

"Don't tell me I'm giving you any ideas."

"No you're not. Besides when and if that guy ever wakes up he'll charge me with attempted murder and I'll be heading off the prison anyways. No juvey for me."

"That won't happen." He assured me.

"How can you be so sure?" he remained silent. "Wait did you—"

"I explained to him. In his hospital room one night. Told him everything. At first he thought you were a deranged psycho girl but after further talking to him about your situation and who was really behind his kidnapping he agreed to not press charges against you. Only Fisk." I sighed heavily and that's when Matt said to me, "There's still something on your mind."

"Wait how did-I didn't even say anything."

"The real reason why I knew you would lie is not by the tone in your voice, it's your heartbeat."

"My heart—"

"Ever since my accident when I was a kid, my other senses heightened up extremely. Not only can I smell a stray dog walking 3 blocks away but I can hear a person's heartbeat. And based on the fluctuation of how fast or slow it beats, I can tell when a person is lying."

"So the whole time—"

"All those excuses about the bruises or the overpowering smell of makeup you had on, I knew all of it was a lie."

"Why didn't you say anything to me?"

"Because I wanted you to come to me with it." He walked up to me cupping the side of my face. "You were already go through so much with your mom. I didn't want to be pushy or demand you tell me what was wrong. I understand the feeling of people walking around eggshells with you, or treating you like you're made of glass."

"It did get annoying, especially at school." His thumb gently brushed against my cheek.

"I hoped eventually you would come to us whenever you were ready to talk about it. However I didn't expect you to sign up for an Underground MMA ring. If you wanted to hit something, I could've taken you to my dad's old gym."

"Or you could've invited me on your nightly activities." I said. He looked at me with a disapproving look. "Bad joke, sorry." He softly chuckled and brought me back into his arms, ruffling my hair as I swatted his hand away.

"Good to know you're sense of humor is back."

"Glad to be back. But......" I trailed off. Uncle Matt's embrace became a bit more tighter but still comforting as ever.

"You let me worry about Fisk. With any luck from the testimony of the man he framed to be (M/n)'s killer, we can finally put him away for good."

"I've seen what he does to people who failed him. I'm scared Uncle Matt. He could have anyone watching me now, or at my apartment in Queens." He stroked my back in soothing circles.

"That's why you're gonna stay with me for a while until Fisk and his lapdogs are put away for good. I'll call Midtown High and explain to them your situation." His other hand lifted my chin up and he said, "I promise he won't get a hold of you ever again." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, cheek and even a small peck on my nose before allowing my head to rest on his chest.

"So uhh—do I call you my Guardian Devil instead of Angel?" I asked after a bit. I heard the rumble of his chest from his laughter.

"If you wanna call me that then sure. Consider me your Guardian Devil."