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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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There were four heartbeats on the roof. One was steady and slow, someone who worked hard to keep their body in shape. Two were average, nothing he would easily pick out of a crowd. One was thudding along so quickly it felt like her heartbeat was trying to keep up with the frenetic pace of her words.

He was crouched just below the top of a fire escape while he scanned again, trying to hear anyone else that might be on the rooftops. He hadn’t heard any other police in the area, but they would have had more than enough time to set up a few plainclothes officers in upper apartments who didn’t have an open radio at their side.

Matt stood and vaulted onto the roof in one motion, springing off the railing of the fire escape and tucking into a roll. It wasn’t necessary, not with a jump that small, but he heart her heartbeat pick up. He was here to put on a show, after all.

It was worth it. Gemma actually squealed with happiness, and he could hear her feet scuffing against the concrete when she jumped up and down as he approached.

He landed neatly on her building’s roof, taking the pose that Foggy had described as a Tony Stark classic, both because it drew attention and kept the hand holding her present from further ruining his sad attempt at wrapping. It wasn’t like he could ask anyone else if it looked right, not with who it was meant for, but it was a gift bag (black, said the bodega owner) with half a pack of tissue paper crinkled inside.

As it happened, Matt had chosen his pose well, because Gemma charged forward to hug him with enough momentum that she could have hurled herself off the edge. “Whoa!” he cautioned, catching her by instinct and letting his arms settle into place when she didn’t let go. “Hi. Careful with roofs, they have edges. I guess you’re Gemma,” he said gently.

She had short hair in a smooth bob and smelled like bubble gum shampoo and sidewalk chalk. “You came!” she said, cuddling into him with an ease that startled him. He’d never been that comfortable with strangers.

Gemma’s father was laughing, and the Make-A-Wish volunteer was staying back. Gemma’s mother had lurched forward to grab the girl before she could tumble off the roof and had barely relaxed when he caught Gemma.

The detective spoke only after taking a pair of deep breaths that did nothing to settle to sudden speed of her heartbeat. “Gemma. If you could please never try to tackle someone off a roof again, please,” Jackie said, prodding her daughter in the shoulder before offering her hand. “Jackie Carmichael. We haven’t met.”

“Never really planned a name,” he admitted, shaking her hand. “Never planned any of this.”

Gemma disentangled herself and shifted on her feet, head tilted toward the present.

“For you,” Matt said, uncomfortable with so many people staring straight at him in good lighting. No one had figured out his identity through blurred stills or the occasional dark surveillance video taken in an alleyway, but he could feel the light of the setting sun on his face.

Jackie stared at him while Gemma tried to untangle the mess of tissue paper that had been compressed several times during his roundabout trip to the rooftop. “There are a lot of things I thought I’d say if I ever met you,” the detective said, arms crossed over her chest. “Primarily about how investigations centered on cleaning up your mess are annoying.”

Before Matt could respond to that, Gemma made another high-pitched sound of happiness that made him flinch. He’d forgotten that children were so loud.

Jackie sounded marginally more pleased with him, though. “Go show your dad,” she encouraged, ruffling Gemma’s hair and spreading the scent of bubble gum. Gemma darted off with a loud ‘thank you’ to run across the rooftop.

“I’ve heard a lot about the pictures that she drew,” he said, feeling even more out of place just faced with Jackie. “It seemed like something she could use.” He also would be cutting back on groceries for the week, but he’d had a set of Prismacolor markers like that once for Christmas. His dad must have scrounged to afford them, too.

“Do not make me like you,” Jackie warned. “I am not going to be the next Mahoney.”

“Of course not, ma’am,” Matt agreed, smiling. “I understand Gemma invited me to a tea party?”

Jackie tried to hold it back, but he didn’t blame her for the laughter that escaped. “That she did,” Jackie agreed, still giggling. “Here, let me hold your chair for you. They tend to tip over when adults try to sit in them but she insisted.”

Matt was pretty sure the chair was too small for Gemma, let alone him, but the two of them sat at the tiny plastic table and ate cake and ice cream while Gemma told him about Mr. Fish the goldfish, her second grade teacher Mr. Bagan, and every single thing she was going to draw with her new markers.

It was fully dark by the time she ran out of words. For once, no sirens had interrupted, and he hadn’t heard anyone cry out for help. He shook hands with Jeremiah and the Make-A-Wish volunteer and let Gemma tug him down for another hug. When she pulled away, promising that she would leave a picture on the roof for him after she colored with her new markers, Jackie was looking between the two of them.

“You’re good with kids,” she said, voice quiet.

“I started this to protect them,” he responded in kind. “Well, one of them in particular, but a lot of people that need help.”

“That’s what Anna said!” Gemma chirped, whirling back from where she had been describing her tea party to her father as if he hadn’t been sitting fifteen feet away the whole time. “She said that she used to be scared to go to bed, but then the man in the black mask helped her. Anna’s mommy said that it’s because you scare away the monsters under the bed, so I thought if you scared the monsters so people don’t fight them, maybe you could scare cancer, too.”

“Would you draw that for me, Gemma?” Matt asked. “I haven’t fought cancer before, you can show me how it’s done.”

“Perhaps that could be our release for the Foundation?” Johnny suggested quietly. “Pending Miss Gemma’s approval, of course, but it seems like a polite way to convince the neighborhood that her wish was fulfilled.”

“I like that,” Gemma said thoughtfully, head tilted up to look at Matt. “Then you can see even if its rainy or windy, and I won’t have to worry that the picture got lost. But the black is kind of boring, Mr. Devil, so I think I’ll pick other colors instead. Something cooler.”

“Tomorrow,” Jackie interrupted, dropping her left hand onto the child’s shoulder. “You’re already up past bedtime, missy, and you can take all the time you want tomorrow to draw your picture.”

“Good night, Gemma,” Matt said. “It was my pleasure to meet you.” At least he knew that he could convince Foggy to describe the picture for him. Maybe he could get Karen and Claire’s takes, too.

“Good night, Mr. Devil! Thank you for coming.”

Jackie shifted her weight and reached forward over Gemma, holding out her right hand. He could hear a clinking bracelet on her wrist as he reached to shake her hand. “Try to not completely spoil the evidence sometime,” she advised reluctantly. “Quite a few guns on the street are illegal, we try to clean those up.”

“I’ll do my best, detective.”

There wasn’t much else to say after that, so he nodded to the group, stepped back, and maybe was even showier before he vanished down a fire escape.

--

Most of the merry band of nuisances that had been wallpapering Hell’s Kitchen in flyers all bought the commemorative Make-A-Wish shirt decorated with Gemma’s drawings of a man in a red (or purple, or orange, or black) suit kicking little blobs of cancer.

Karen bought two. Foggy pretended that he didn’t own one and seemed slightly more interested in Karen’s stories about the Masked Man. Captain America actually wore one while he was jogging (sprinting by anyone else’s pacing) in Central Park. Matt bought one that he kept with his mask.

Jackie and Jeremiah Carmichael wore them to Gemma's funeral two months later.

Prompt OP: ...I think I love you... Thank you for filling this!

And I'm not crying--you're crying!

Thank you!!! I haven't finished a story in seriously over a year and a half and I got nearly all of this written in one sitting then edits, I needed muse-bait and apparently drop-kicking feels was it. So glad this fit what you were looking for

I guess I should have seen the end coming but you broke my heart. This was beautifully written with all those feelings just bubbling away under the surface. Gorgeous. Thank you.

I actually tried to make the ending less awful but it felt dishonest. DIPG is awful and I'm drawing on knowing someone whose kid lasted longer than expected, but these kids die and I'm depressing myself again.

Here if ready for happier feels: http://greaterpawv.wish.org/wishes/wish-stories/celebrity-wishes/tea-for-two Inspiration for having tea. I realized after writing I'd seen a shared tea before. John Cena's done all the MaW

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It felt completely authentic to me and reading between the lines and sensing the tone I should have seen it coming. I am very sorry about your friend's loss. Unspeakably awful x

(and I have never heard of John Cena before but what a gorgeous guy to help someone like that). Honestly, I can't stress enough how much I love your story - understated but just full of emotion with every single word. I need more.

New anon - John Cena is a wrestler who has the record for the most Make-a-Wish meetings/wishes granted - 500. :)

Author!Anon - lovely story! That last line just broke my heart. ♥

It was good to have a place for some of the feelings, it felt almost invasive when I never met kidlet in person. My prof and I had standing weekly arguing sessions and that was how we showed mutual affection. He had a website for spreading word about his kiddo. I was thinking bone cancer like a couple kids I knew then remembered him.

That would explain the quiet dignity you gave the parents.

Yup, I'm bawling now. Well done.

this was lovely and heartbreaking. *sniffles quietly in the corner*

perfectly done, thank you so much! I cried, just fyi.

I love the part where Gemma decided black was too boring. :)

This is author-anon popping back in.

The last line of this is indeed depressing. When I originally wrote this is was partly coping with secondary grief. After I posted this, my friend's kid was diagnosed with the same nasty form of cancer (#1 most fatal brain cancer in kids) and I could not handle keeping the ending as it was anymore. I want this amazing little one to beat the previously-impossible odds and go on to live all her crazy dreams.

AO3 link with ending that doesn't make me feel entirely defeatist: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8585716

This is such a great story, I absolutely love what you've done with it

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