From the moment the madman woke up Murdock by violently thumping on his apartment door Matt was expecting a beating.
A month after that awful meeting and it looked like Fisk might be delivering on his promise early. He didn’t know his name but the man was definitely one of Fisk’s bodyguards and Daredevil might even have hit him hard a time or two. Well, one thing was certain: Matt Murdock was going to start the day with a beat down.
Instead, the man spoke respectfully. “Mr. Murdock, I hope didn’t wake you. My employer wanted me to deliver something to you. Personally.” He gently passed an envelope in to Matt’s hand. He took and opened it cautiously, not letting his fingers betray his nervousness. Whatever this was it couldn’t be good.
The expected braille failed to materialise. Instead, it was a glossy document, slick beneath his fingers. A photograph. “Fisk seems to have forgotten I am blind. If you would be so kind to tell me what I am supposed to be looking at?”
Whatever the answer was it would be nothing good, Matthew knew that much already. What the deliverer said confirmed it. Sheer terror laced through his heart and for the briefest of seconds he staggered.
Foggy.
There was something on the photograph. His fingers quickly scanned over until he found indents. Just six words scrawled in pen; ‘Looking forward to our time together’.
“He’s expecting you tonight at 7pm. We’ll have a car waiting so you can… make your appointment with Mr Fisk.” Matt nodded. Foggy. What choice did he have?
“Oh, and,” he snapped his fingers and another man hurried to his side and handed over a garment bag to Matt. “Mr. Fisk would appreciate it if you dressed appropriately for the occasion.” He smirked. “And I would strongly suggest you shave.”
Matt slammed the door. It was only when he was sure they had left the building that he let himself slump against the door to the floor.
Fisk terrified him. The sheer size and power of the man had always rattled him and the casualness in which he would put his hands on him – both as Daredevil and just Matt Murdock - was truly unsettling.
**
Matt braced himself during the drive to meet Fisk, willing his legs to stop the tremor threatening to get more and more visible. Deep breaths, Murdock, deep breaths. He could do this for Foggy. Matt had no doubt in his mind that Fisk had planned something monstrous for him. He wasn’t even sure he would be allowed to leave the prison in one piece - or alive.
Matt wished he could hate the tuxedo Fisk had supplied but everything, the soft contouring material and the exquisite tailoring were perfect even if he felt imprisoned. It fabric was beautiful, soft, the sensation so perfect and comforting against his skin it felt completely at odds with what he was feeling. That it was a tuxedo at all was another matter. It made little sense for Fisk to send it to him.
It had occurred to him that this may be his last day on earth. The thought had led him to toying the idea of contacting Foggy and Karen but the way things were between them it had seemed better not to. During their last few exchanges his friends had been reluctant to see or talk to him and Matt had felt desperately lost, his heart heavy and a solid breaking weight, wanting their friendship but not knowing how to bridge the gap. They wouldn’t listen to him then and now … Well, anything he had to say now would only worry them, and worse maybe even endanger them.
Donovan had a note of pity in his voice when he greeted him, getting the non-disclosure quickly out of the way and briskly leading him to meet Fisk. A childish part of Matt wanted to push the older man away but he needed to be calm as possible before seeing Fisk. He couldn’t afford to piss him off any more than he already had. Lives were at stake here.
His senses had been alert as always but now they went into overdrive. He could sense Fisk was very close by.
Re: [MINI FILL] - Fisk/Matt, start of obsession PART 2
A month after that awful meeting and it looked like Fisk might be delivering on his promise early. He didn’t know his name but the man was definitely one of Fisk’s bodyguards and Daredevil might even have hit him hard a time or two. Well, one thing was certain: Matt Murdock was going to start the day with a beat down.
Instead, the man spoke respectfully. “Mr. Murdock, I hope didn’t wake you. My employer wanted me to deliver something to you. Personally.” He gently passed an envelope in to Matt’s hand. He took and opened it cautiously, not letting his fingers betray his nervousness. Whatever this was it couldn’t be good.
The expected braille failed to materialise. Instead, it was a glossy document, slick beneath his fingers. A photograph. “Fisk seems to have forgotten I am blind. If you would be so kind to tell me what I am supposed to be looking at?”
Whatever the answer was it would be nothing good, Matthew knew that much already. What the deliverer said confirmed it. Sheer terror laced through his heart and for the briefest of seconds he staggered.
Foggy.
There was something on the photograph. His fingers quickly scanned over until he found indents. Just six words scrawled in pen; ‘Looking forward to our time together’.
“He’s expecting you tonight at 7pm. We’ll have a car waiting so you can… make your appointment with Mr Fisk.” Matt nodded. Foggy. What choice did he have?
“Oh, and,” he snapped his fingers and another man hurried to his side and handed over a garment bag to Matt. “Mr. Fisk would appreciate it if you dressed appropriately for the occasion.” He smirked. “And I would strongly suggest you shave.”
Matt slammed the door. It was only when he was sure they had left the building that he let himself slump against the door to the floor.
Fisk terrified him. The sheer size and power of the man had always rattled him and the casualness in which he would put his hands on him – both as Daredevil and just Matt Murdock - was truly unsettling.
**
Matt braced himself during the drive to meet Fisk, willing his legs to stop the tremor threatening to get more and more visible. Deep breaths, Murdock, deep breaths. He could do this for Foggy. Matt had no doubt in his mind that Fisk had planned something monstrous for him. He wasn’t even sure he would be allowed to leave the prison in one piece - or alive.
Matt wished he could hate the tuxedo Fisk had supplied but everything, the soft contouring material and the exquisite tailoring were perfect even if he felt imprisoned. It fabric was beautiful, soft, the sensation so perfect and comforting against his skin it felt completely at odds with what he was feeling. That it was a tuxedo at all was another matter. It made little sense for Fisk to send it to him.
It had occurred to him that this may be his last day on earth. The thought had led him to toying the idea of contacting Foggy and Karen but the way things were between them it had seemed better not to. During their last few exchanges his friends had been reluctant to see or talk to him and Matt had felt desperately lost, his heart heavy and a solid breaking weight, wanting their friendship but not knowing how to bridge the gap. They wouldn’t listen to him then and now … Well, anything he had to say now would only worry them, and worse maybe even endanger them.
Donovan had a note of pity in his voice when he greeted him, getting the non-disclosure quickly out of the way and briskly leading him to meet Fisk. A childish part of Matt wanted to push the older man away but he needed to be calm as possible before seeing Fisk. He couldn’t afford to piss him off any more than he already had. Lives were at stake here.
His senses had been alert as always but now they went into overdrive. He could sense Fisk was very close by.