Okay, so there may not be any actual Matt/Daredevil in this because this fic as officially gone off the rails. Sorry about that.

Friday night finally rolls around and Foggy shows up to Karen's before Matt and his 'boyfriend' do. He brings the strongest bottle of vodka he can find.

"We're going to need it," he said when Karen pulled out the bottle and raised an eyebrow.

Karen nodded, looking unsurprised. She'd made her grandmother's casserole again, the one full of virtue. (Foggy was pretty sure that this was the only dish she knew how to cook.)

They sat on Karen's couch and talked about nothing until Matt showed up, thirty minutes later, with Daredevil. Foggy and Karen traded wide-eyed, open mouthed looks.

"Hi," Karen said, flustered. "Come in"

She gestured towards the inside of her apartment, stepping aside and holding the doorknob tightly. Foggy stood next to her, making strangled noises in his throat. She glanced at him, a questioning look on her face. He shook his head and shrugged.

"I wasn't actually expecting Matt to show up with someone," she whispered to Foggy as he helped her heat up the food. She glanced into the dining room. Daredevil and Matt were sitting close together, talking softly. Daredevil's mask was still on ad all of a sudden, she knew she had to make him remove it.

Soon, they walked into the dining room carrying food and plates.

"That smells delicious," Daredevil said and she traded another glance with Foggy. His voice sounded a lot like Matt's except it was slightly deeper.

"It does," Matt said. "Is that your grandmother's casserole?"

Karen set it down on the table as Foggy set up the plates.

"It is," she said.

"And it's as virtuous as usual," Foggy added and Matt sent a 'please elaborate' look in his direction.

"Foggy and I do eel night every Thursday at Josie's," Karen said in answer to the look. "It's kind of our thing and after, I make him my casserole."

Next to her, Foggy nodded and took a seat at the table. Daredevil narrated, which made Karen smile widely as she ducked back into the kitchen to bring out a bottle of wine.

"Wine?" She set the bottle on the table, withdrew four glasses from the cabinet next to it and set them down next to the bottle.

"No, thank you," Daredevil replied politely. "I don't drink."

"Okay then," Karen said and poured the rest of them a glass.

"So," she said once she had sat down and took a sip from her glass. "Do you have a name?"

"Uh," Daredevil said, "you can call me Mike?"

Matt kicked him, lightly, under the table. Karen grinned and leaned forward on her elbows.

"Mike, huh," she said, stretching out the name. "How did you meet Matt?"

Mike sipped at his water. (Foggy had brought it out with the food earlier.)

"I rescued him from being mugged," he said. "I'd heard about the firm and wanted to track him down because I needed to tell someone about Fisk."

"Uh huh," Karen said, taking another sip of her wine. Matt tilted his head to one side. He hadn't caught the sound of pen on paper, but he got the impression she was taking notes anyway. He took a bite of his food and chewed.

"How did you get here without anyone seeing you," Foggy asked, glancing towards the window. The sun had gone down, but it's glow lingered, fading slowly.

Mike smiled and set his glass down. "I have my ways."

"He followed me on the rooftops," Matt said dryly. "Apparently, no one looks up."

Underneath the table, Mike kicked his ankle.

"Okay," Karen said. "Well, you are obviously Daredevil, so you know you can take the mask off if you want. You're among friends."

Mike considered them for a few long moments, seemed to have a silent conversation with Matt and they didn't know how that worked because Matt was blind, but finally he reached for his mask and took it off.

Foggy paled and choked on his bite of food. In the early days of his and Matt's friendship, he had looked up all of Jack Murdock's fights on the internet. He had watched them over and over in the hope of understanding Matt. Sadly, it hadn't worked, but he had managed to memorize Jack Murdock's face.

He took a sip of water, swallowed and rose from the table.

"Come on Karen, I think we forgot the thing in the oven."

Karen looked between all of them before rising.

"Yes, the,um, thing. We'll be back."

Foggy practically pulled Karen into the kitchen before turning to face her with wide eyes.

"He looks like Matt's dad," he hissed.

"What," Karen whispered and Foggy pulled out his phone to look up the picture.

"See!" He turned the phone to face Karen once the picture was done loading.

"Oh," Karen said. "Oh my god. Should we tell him?"

"I don't know," Foggy said. "This wasn't even supposed to happen! I didn't really think he was dating anyone!"

Karen stared at him. "Wait, why else would he have had the mask?"

"Uh," Foggy said.

Karen's mouth fell open, her eyes widened and she brought both hands up to clap them over her mouth.

"Foggy," she hissed in a muffled tone of voice. " Are you telling me, Matt's actually Daredevil?"

The silence stretched out before Karen abruptly turned and headed for her bedroom. The door had barely closed behind her when Foggy heard a muffled scream and Matt poked his head into the kitchen.

"Why is Karen freaking out in her bedroom?"

"Um," Foggy said. "I think I accidentally told her your secret."