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OH MATT.

Matt... Matt... *le sigh* He used to be so smart, too.

...Oh....OHHHHHHH...Yes please.

I've been thinking about that rape by fraud thing ever since I watched the show.
I mean, that sounds exactly like the kind of thing that some particularly cruel college kids might find hilarious, when it would be an incredibly humiliating and terrifying betrayal of trust for Matt.

Anyway, I'd really like to read about such a scenario.

YES!

Far above Hell's Kitchen came the sound of thunder and a large purple circle opened up in the sky. If anyone was around, they would have gotten flashbacks to The Battle of New York, but the night was quiet and the streets empty.

A red-suited figure fell from the portal, one arm flinging out and hurling a grappling hook at the nearest overhang. It caught and the figure used the momentum to swing up to the roof of the building and landed heavily with a thump.

Then, it tilted it's head and jumped to another, nearby roof, heading eastward into the Kitchen.

———

Matt groaned, pacing the length of his living room as he tried to come up with an excuse as to why Daredevil couldn't make it to dinner on Friday.

"He's injured? No, that won't work if I show up without him and I can.'t do that to Karen. He's got dinner with his parents? No, no, then she'll ask if I've met his parents, think the relationship's serious and get all upset when I stage the inevitable breakup."

He made another turn at the kitchen counter and started back towards the opposite wall.

None of his excuses would hold up to scrutiny. Even if something was the slightest bit off, Karen would sense it like a shark sensing blood in water and worry at it until he gave in and told her the truth. He couldn't do that. He had to keep her safe. It was bad enough that Foggy had found out.

Then, his ears picked up on the sound of the roof access door creaking open and he dropped into a defensive stance.

Someone came down the stairs. Their breathing was unsteady and their heartbeat was stressed. They stopped abruptly before reaching the last step.

"Who's there," they called out.

Matt frowned. The billboard outside the window was buzzing which meant that it was on and Foggy had told him that it lit up his entire living room enough to see by.

"You're blind," Matt said.

The stranger tilted their head to one side. Matt wondered what he was hearing. The rhythm of their heartbeat was familiar and their voice sounded like his on court recordings.

"Who are you," Matt asked, trying to puzzle it out as he rose from his position.

"Matt Murdock," the stranger said and Matt nearly fell over.

He laughed. "Try again"

The stranger held their hands up. They were male, about his height and they moved in the same way he did. They'd had training, similar to his.

"I can prove it," the stranger said, stepping forward. His clothes didn't make much noise and Matt could tell that they were stuck tightly to his skin.

"I'm Daredevil," the stranger said and Matt gaped at him.

Fumbling, he reached up with shaky hands to feel the stranger's suit. The fabric of the suit was thick, almost latex-like. The stranger's muscles were long and rope-like and they relaxed as Matt ran his hands over them. He slid his hands up to the stranger's face. Part of it was covered with a mask, but the lower half of his face was stubble free. It wasn't until he felt the horns that he believed the stranger was telling the truth.

"But you don't have stubble," he said and the stranger-himself and isn't that weird, laughed.

"I tell you I'm Daredevil and all you can say is I don't have stubble," the other him asked.

"I have stubble," Matt said quietly.

His other self jerked and his heartbeat doubled.

"Wait," he said slowly, "who are you?!"

"Matt Murdock," Matt said and wondered at his other self's intelligence.

His other self nodded. "Yeah. I should have figured with the way you were touching my face and all."

"Sorry," Matt said and felt himself blush.

His other self waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. This is not the strangest thing that's happened to me."

He held his hands near Matt's face and asked, "May I?"

"Go ahead," Matt said and closed his eyes.

The examination was brief, but calming in a way and it was over too quickly.

"I like the stubble," his other self said and he could feel himself redden further.

"Please stop," he said.

Just then his phone started ringing.

"Karen, Karen, Karen," the electronic voice chirped and the other him tensed.

Matt picked it up. "Hello?"

"Matt," Karen said. "Did you ask him about dinner?"

Uh..." Matt had completely forgotten. The other him snickered, just loud enough for Karen to hear it over the line.

"Is he there with you? Can I talk to him?"

"We were discussing it," Matt said hastily. "I'll call you back when we've decided."

He hung up on her after getting her assent and turned back to his other self.

"Do you want to meet Karen for dinner Friday night?"

"Sure," his other self said, confused.

"Great," Matt said. "Then you're pretending to be my boyfriend."

"What?"

I'm sorry, this was so dialogue heavy.

Assholes do, that's who, Jack.

Jack v Stick, oh man, WANT.

It's probably due to all those hits he took on the head.

33.

Jack dumps the contents of his toybox on the living room floor. The sheer number of dinosaur figurines that this boy owns is staggering. They come in all breeds, sizes and colours. Forget about Jurrasic Park, he could have a dinosaur army if he wanted to. Jack picks up two toys; Foggy accepts the T-Rex and brachiosaurus that the kid hands him.

"So you like dinosaurs, huh?"

Jack nods. He divides his toys into groups, puts all the dinosaurs of the same type into separate circles. Like in a zoo, Foggy thinks. "I'm gonna study dinosaurs when I grow up," Jack informs him.

"Before or after you marry Kate Bishop?"

Jack ponders the question for a moment, taps his chin, deep in thought. "After," he decides eventually. "I'm gonna marry Kate and then we'll study dinosaurs together."

Foggy turns the T-Rex in his hand. "But does Kate like dinosaurs?"

Jack opens his mouth to answer, but nothing comes out. He closes it and his expression turns sheepish. He lowers his eyes and starts picking at the rim of his T-shirt, another goddamn adorable Matt-ism that makes Foggy want to cry. "I don't know," Jack admits. "I know she likes arrows and dogs and boxing, she sometimes trains with Daddy."

"You've gotta ask her, Jackie," Foggy tells him with utmost seriousness. "Because what if Kate doesn't like dinosaurs? How can you spend your life with someone who hates what you do?"

"Then I'll study something else," Jack says, equally serious. "Maybe stars like Miss Jane. Or ratatiation like Mr. Bruce and Greg's dad."

Radiation, Foggy's brain supplements. Foggy shakes his head. "You've really got it bad, don't you, buddy?"

"Kate is the love of my life," Jack informs him with conviction only kids and Matt Murdock were capable of.

"Of course," Foggy agrees, because in the world of Jackie Murdock, age about five, that was most likely true.

Jack turns back to his toys. Two more dinosaurs end up near Foggy; with four of his own he is ready to start building his own dino-zoo. Jack continues dividing the toys between the two of them for a few minutes, every now and again glancing at Foggy's growing pile and plucking a toy from it, taking it back and replacing with a different one. It takes Foggy a moment to notice that all the ones that Jack takes back are small plastic figures in improbable eye-watering colours.

"Where did you get those?"

Jack glances at the blue brontosaurus in his hand. "From the desk in Daddy's office," he explains. "Daddy said I could keep them. Why? Do you like them?" Jack offers him the brontosaurus, despite an unhappy twist of his mouth. These he clearly wants to keep. "Do you want one?"

"No, thank you," Foggy declines. "It's just--I didn't expect to see them again. I bought them, you know? For your dad, right after we finished university."

Jack drops the brontosaurus onto the floor. He stares at Foggy, all interest suddenly transferred from the dinosaur toys to him. "You knew Daddy at school?"

"Yes," Foggy replies. "All through law school."

"Like Miss Jennifer knew Mummy?" Jack keeps up his inquiries. Foggy doesn't know a Miss Jennifer, so he just shrugs. "Do you know any stories about Daddy? Miss Jennifer always tells me funny stories about Mummy, but Daddy doesn't have any friends from school, Aunt Marci wasn't his friend at school. She says she's still not his friend, but Daddy says she's just being silly."

"Oh boy," Foggy tells him as he stands up, it's better to move to the sofa, because this might prove to be a very long conversation. "It's your lucky day, young man, because indeed I know a lot of funny stories about your dad."

Jack beams and scrambles onto his feet, jumps onto the sofa right next to Foggy. After trying out a few positions, he eventually settles comfortably with his head in the crook of Foggy's arm. He looks up at Foggy expectantly.

Foggy clears his throat. "I suppose I could start by telling you how your dad and I met, and that, young Jack, is a really funny story..."

34.

An unmistakable and annoying sensation of being poked in the side is what wakes him. Foggy opens one eye experimentally and is welcomed first by blinding brightness and then by the sight of big hazel eyes peeking at him curiously.

"Aaargh!" he yells, startled. He quickly finds that his neck hurts like a bitch and his legs are tangled in a blanket. He doesn't own any blankets. He sits up, swings his feet off the sofa and puts them firmly on the ground, and — because life hates him — steps right onto a stegosaurus' spine spikes. "Son of a--!"

"It's half past six," Jack informs him cheerfully. "Daddy said to wake you up because breakfast is ready. Do you like waffles?"

"I, uh..." Jack waits. Foggy looks around. This is--this is Matt's living room. Matt's kid in Matt's living room, he's still in Matt's apartment. What the hell. "Yeah, I--I like waffles."

Jack claps his hands happily. "Cool!"

Foggy doesn't need Jack to lead him into the kitchen; the sweet smell of waffles and one of a freshly made coffee would be enough to point him in the right direction. But since Jack seems more than happy to take his hand and drag him through the apartment, Foggy lets him.

"Good morning," Matt greets him with a tight smile. He's standing by one of the counters, cutting what looks like carrots in neat halves and packing them into two boxes, one empty, one already filled with small, crust-free sandwiches. He looks vaguely uncomfortable and his voice betrays that. "Breakfast's on the table, jam's in the fridge, if you want."

"Good morning," Foggy says back, feeling awkward. He rubs his eyes to avoid looking at anything and anyone. "What--what exactly happened?"

"It was almost 2:30 when we came back," Matt explains, voice tight and controlled. He doesn't like this. "You fell asleep on the sofa, Kirsten didn't have the heart to wake you. It'd have been inhumane to kick you out."

"I--Thank you." Matt nods sharply. "2:30, huh? Had fun?"

"Surprisingly enough, yes. The assistant D.A.'s term of office ends in three months, she won't be running for re-election so she's freshly out of damns to give. It was quite entertaining." Matt cocks his head to the side, listening for something. To something? He points somewhere behind his right shoulder. "Coffee machine is next to the microwave."

Foggy grunts his thanks and moves to pour a cup of coffee. Maybe after an espresso his mind will be able to comprehend what's happening.

"Oh, you're awake, that's great," Kirsten greets him as she storms into the kitchen, hair in disarray and with only one shoe on, the other one in her hand. She leans over the counter next to Matt. "On your left," she tells him and Matt stops chopping whatever it is that he's maiming now and raises his left arm to allow Kirsten to dive under it and grab something. "Thanks, baby."

Kirsten turns to Foggy. "I called Stuart," she tells him, and Foggy's mind freezes for a second, because Stuart who?, before connecting 'Stuart' to 'assistant' and 'occasionally of help'. "He'll pick up a new set of clothes for you and bring it to the office."

"Thank you."

"Do you want me to drop you off there? It's on the way to Jack's school."

"I--" Foggy looks first to Jack, sitting by the kitchen table and nodding like crazy, then to Matt, whose mouth forms a thin line now and whose grip on the knife has turned pretty much deadly. Foggy swallows thickly. "No, that's fine, I'll take the subway."

"It's not a problem," Kirsten insists and throws Matt a look that's completely wasted, because Matt cannot see facial expressions. "We owe you one."

Foggy looks back to Jack and smiles fondly. The kid is back at munching his waffles with fruits and is smiling happily. "You don't owe me anything," he says truthfully, "it was an absolute pleasure. He's a great kid."

"Which reminds me," Matt interrupts. "Are you picking up our great kid today?"

"I can't," Kirsten answers, "court. Danny is."

Matt drops the knife. "Danny," he repeats. "Danny? Why can't Luke do it? Danny is--Kirsten, he's borderline irresponsible."

"Luke can't do it, because we're all busy people, Matt." Kirsten throws up her hands, exasperated. "Besides, I thought Danny was your friend."

"Only sort of," Matt counters. "Barely. By proxy."

Kirsten huffs and crosses her hands over her chest. "We don't have the time for this. Danny Rand is picking up your son from pre-school today and then is taking him and Danielle to the zoo. Matt, come on. Danny can handle Jack for three hours."

An unpleasant smile twists Matt's lips. "I have two words for you," he tells Kirsten and slowly extends two fingers, counting out the words, "last. Halloween."

Kirsten makes a face. She pulls her lips and bites the inside of her cheek. A hand travels to her nape and she starts rubbing. "I see your point," she says. "Do we have anyone who could accompany them?"

"Wanda maybe?" Matt suggests.

Kirsten shakes her head. "Peter?" she offers instead. Matt makes an unhappy sound. "You know what, fine, I'll call Wanda."

"Splendid idea," Matt says dryly.

"Miss Wanda loves the zoo!" Jack says. He chooses exactly that moment to chip into the conversation, smart kid. He drops his fork and jumps off his chair. "Done!" he announces and runs to the hall.

"Lunch!" Matt calls after him.

Jack comes back with his shoes on, but not laced, wearing an Iron Man backpack. Foggy wonders if Matt knows and — considering his distinct lack of fondness towards Tony Stark — what he thinks of it if he does. Jack pads towards the counter and grabs the plastic lunchbox that Matt pushes at him. Doesn't quite manage to avoid the kiss that Matt presses into his hair.

"You've got everything? Kirsten asks Jack. The kid nods. "Crayons, glitter, swimming suit? Lunch?"

"Yes, Mummy."

"Okay." She makes a sweeping motion towards the door. "Off with you, mister."

"Bye, Daddy!" Jack says and waves. "Bye, Mr. Franklin."

Foggy waves back.

"Shoelaces!" Matt reminds.

"I'll tie them in the car," Kirsten ensures him with a smile. She grabs a set of keys and throws them into her bag. Walks into the kitchen, takes a bottle of water and a box full of carrots that Matt hands her. "I'll see you at the office."

"I'll pick up our tickets on my way home."

"My hero," Kirsten coos and kisses him. "Love you, baby."

"Mhm, nope." Matt points at himself. "More."

Kirsten laughs and punches him in the shoulder playfully. She throws the water bottle and the box with carrots into her bag as well. "Yeah. You wish."

Matt's smile turns into a full-on grin. "I don't have to."

"I don't believe you, you--you."

Kirsten shakes her head and goes back into the hall and then out of the apartment after Jack, followed out by Matt's warm laugh. Foggy wishes he could turn invisible, feeling out of place and quite frankly intruding upon this lovely scene of everyday family life.

Matt's laugh dies out. He grinds his teeth and tries very hard to look — well, not look exactly, but focus his attention — at anything else but Foggy. And, yeah, Foggy is old enough and mature enough to recognise when his presence slithers into the 'uncomfortable' and 'unwanted' territory and accept it with grace. Which is precisely what he does now.

He gulps down rest of the coffee and puts the mug in the kitchen sink. "Thanks for the coffee," he murmurs, for the lack of anything better to say.

Matt nods. "Thank you for coming," he says quietly, "I know it was sudden and inconvenient. I--I really didn't want to have to call you."

"Yeah," Foggy says. "Yeah, I figured."

***

Next up, the moment you all waited for! The fate of Karen Page explained! And the answer to the question of what happened after Foggy left New York.

Matt held his own well enough in the arc where he's sent to prison in the comics. He was in solitary at first before they threw him in with the rest of the inmates. He put on a mask and beat the shit out of Leland Owlsley, lol.

But I think Matt would probably jump right to violence at first to protect himself because he know he'll get throw in solitary for it. And then he realizes how much worse solitary really is.

oh, hello. yes pls

the city has gone to hell. everyone's spliced themselves to madness. matt murdock, who had a mishap with a defective gene upgrade as a child, is completely blind, but still has all his heightened senses.

he's also worrisomely good at using plasmids.

foggy, on the other hand, is resourceful. he scavenges canned foods and drinks, keeps ammo always on hand, and is very handy with a shotgun.

they save karen in a splicer attack, and the three decide to escape the decaying city together.

is hell's kitchen literally some weird underground/underwater/in the sky city? or do matt and company live in rapture? YOU DECIDE. i just really want to see daredevil set in the bioshock world.

yep, anon, that's exactly how it is, actually. matt doesn't want to give up on frank, frank sees this as an opportunity to push matt around and use his relatively fragile mental health against him. for god's sake there's a time where he restrains matt and tells matt the only way he can stop frank from killing someone is by shooting frank himself.

the gun he gave matt was unloaded, of course, but he only did it to fuck with matt's principles like an asshole. and yep, cap does hate frank -- he kicked the utter shit out of him one time purely because he found frank so repellant. personally i would love to see the other defenders coming to matt's aid, because i love the defenders and want to see more of them!

D!A, but I am SO FREAKING HERE for an epic Cap beatdown of Frank!

I'll definitely use it, then. (I do have three other fills in progress, hoping to get this up during the next freeze)

I've got a few different character types/motivation ideas I'm playing around with. Someone Matt rejected, someone trying to blackmail him, a group of college kids who think it's just a hoot to see him 'unknowingly' get blown by a guy. I'm also open to suggestions

...i am just going to be over here taking a moment, like, holy shit that was good.

Oh good lord, this made my lady parts clench.

Can this happen?

Like I can imagine eventually Foggy is going to just lose it and flip Matt over and just pile-drive into him - then feel like a dick after even though Matt is melted out across the mattress, probably purring or something.

is it possible to spontaneously combust due to a prompt being literally too much to handle because you are literally killing me

:D please continue!

And the very worst part of this is that not every jurisdiction considers mistaken identity as a factor tainting consent so any rape claim might not even STICK.

Yes! The world always needs more sleuth!Karen :D

Seconded all the way

Matt wants to yell at Foggy so bad i bet he is punching the guys a little bit harder when he goes out in the suit.
Kirsten is acting between the two she is making them get together, till they act like grown ups and talk, I can see her trowing them and locking them in a room till they learn how to be with each other again.
Im excited to see what in hell happened to Karen or where the hell is she.

I feel horrible, but now I really want 5 times someone failed to take advantage of Matt and 1 time Matt was totally on board with whatever was going on.

OP here, and I am also very here for involving Captain America. I'm not as fond of the other Avengers, and I don't know the Young Avengers at all, but. I'm here for Captain America.

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