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Daredevil Prompt Post #12

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This post is for prompts involving characters from Netflix's Daredevil.

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There are so many different answers. Matt knows a lot, experiences a lot, and talks about little. It's not that he hides-- It's not always that he hides - it's just that there's so much, and talking about it would be weird. He's used to staying quiet.

Besides, he likes the version of himself that Foggy made out of him. It's the best Matt Murdock there had been since he was nine years old.

It always felt like a duty to protect Foggy from all the other Matt Murdocks.

Now it would be his duty to talk about them instead. The aggressive one from the orphanage. The broken one from before Stick, and the broken one from after Stick. The deadly one from his fight with Nobu. The cruel one from his interrogations. Matt knows them all.

He clenched his hand, curled around Foggy's palm.

The one that the nuns ignored. The one that screamed into his pillow to make sure that he would hear himself in the noise. The one that screamed out of pain, because the noise hurt. The one that woke in cold sweat in the middle of the night, his friend sleeping peacefully just beside, and went to walk around the dorm until he didn't feel like screaming anymore. Matt knows them all.

He relaxed his grip.

The one that hated. The one that wanted to kill. The one that hated himself, for wanting to kill. Matt knows them all.

He let go.

"I'm scared," he said quietly.

😮 this is great. And it’s so true, Matt spilling all his secrets will irrevocably change how Foggy sees him. And it will take so much time. This isn’t something they can talk through in one sitting. Maybe not even in half a dozen.

Can’t wait to read more

That... was anticlimatic. Was this a cop out? An excuse? Matt using a shred of honesty to hide more of his lies. But... it didn't sound like it. Matt sounded like he was ripping those words from his very soul and offering them for slaughter.

"Scared?" he asked gently.

Matt gave a jerking nod. He brought up his knees and wrapped his arms around them, like a child. "I'm always scared. The press calls me a Man Without Fear, Karen said, but I'm always scared. I don't go out at night out of anger, or bloodlust, or some heroic righteous fury. I go because I'm... terrified."

Foggy felt a bit lost. Who the fuck puts themselves in unnecessary danger when they're terrified? Out of the two of them, Foggy was the scared one. And what Foggy wanted to do when he was scared was hide Matt away where even time couldn't reach him, let alone a bullet. Decidedly NOT find the deadliest gang in town and see if he can fight thirty armed men long enough for police to arrive and start ALSO shooting at him. Yeah, Foggy heard about that one.

Was Matt mocking him?

No. Foggy crushed that spark of anger with ruthlessness he didn't know he possesed. Matt wasn't mocking him. Matt was curled in on himself, more vulnerable than Foggy has ever seen him... No, that's not it. More vulnerable than Foggy has ever seen anyone. Defenseless. Hurt. Scared. Foggy could destroy him with one word, and Matt wouldn't know how to even begin to protect himself.

He... needed to finish that thought. Matt was defenseless. Foggy could end the Devil here and now - he could go home with a light heart, his very being singing with the knowledge that there'll be no devil on the streets of his city ever again.

He breathed in. Out.

Now what?

The silence between them prolonged. Matt felt tears fall to his cheeks, one by one, tiny. So quiet he might not notice them himself.

He wasn't sure why he chose to confess that, of all things. It started off as a confession of a very different fear. Then he just... didn't stop. And now Foggy was silent.

A myriad of other things he could say - should say - flickered through his mind.

I didn't go to school for the whole time Stick had me, and I didn't really learn how to keep coming to lessons until I decided I want to be a lawyer. The nuns didn't mind.

I know you used to cut yourself in Columbia, and I never told you. I tell that every time I go to confession, and it never feels like it's forgiven enough. I'm always worried you might start again. I'm terrified you might start again now.

I know what heroine tastes like, and what rape feels like. When it happens near me, it happens to the people I love. Sometimes I have trouble finding the boundry between me and everyone else. There is always someone getting hurt nearby.

I know you act cheerful so that you can feel cheerful, not the other way around. I know you use joy to combat fear, and nervousness, and sadness. The only thing you never figured out how to combat with joy was anger.

I have scars that didn't come from fighting other people.

I know what people say in their prayers and confessions. I try not to pay attention.

I can identify when you last brushed your teeth.

I love you.

He opens his mouth. "I..." his voice breaks. He clears his throat. "I. I need to tell you more."

Foggy blinks at him. He isn't sure how much time had passed between them - was it the next day already? It didn't feel like it mattered.

It didn't feel like anything mattered. He thinks he understood a piece of Matt in this silence - the way everything falls aside, and only one thought remains. The way his focus goes in and out without warning. The way morality never comes into the center of his turmoil as he contemplates...

Contemplates the murder of his friend.

There isn't any other word for it. Even if something keeps living in Matt after tonight, if Foggy plays his hand right - Foggy knows how to play his hand right, now - it won't be functional.

And now brave, stupid Matt wants to tell him more.

"Yeah, Matty?"

You’re doing such a great job. Thanks for sharing

Matt gathers his thoughts, frowning at the sea of thruths between them. Tries to figure out which one he needs to fish out first. Foggy is a calming presence beside him, warm and patient. Safe.

Foggy doesn't deserve the real Matt Murdock - nobody deserves that kind of punishment - but he deserves the pieces of him that won't destroy him. He deserves as much of him as Matt can safely give.

"When I was young..." he starts. "When I was... little. I built my life around my Dad. He was the first person that was with me after the accident, and he became my... everything. I don't mean that as a metaphore. I loved him, more than anything in the world. He was my everything in that sense. But he also was my... lense. My map. Center of gravity. So long as I knew where my Dad was, so long as I could feel his presence and listen to him being there... so long I knew where everything else was. His heartbeat echoed through it, and the world made sense."

Foggy's heartbeat picked up a little at the idea, but it was still deep and warm.

"The... the chaos couldn't touch me."

He thinks Foggy nodded, he could hear the gentle swish of his hair brushing against his shoulders. He's too tired and scared to really discern the movement, but that's okay. That's not the detail that matters.

"When he died, it was like the entire pillars of the world collapsed. Within hours, I wasn't sure if I was sitting or standing, which way was up. I tried to rebuild the world, over and over, and I failed every time. After a while, I stopped getting out of bed."

"What happened after?" came the soft question. Matt had never been so grateful for the reminder of Foggy's presence as he was in that moment.

"After... Stick tried to teach me independence, but he never quite managed. Maybe if he stayed longer. But he had left, and I built myself up from ruins again, and put my world on shaky ground again. I got used to it, even if it didn't fully work." He took a breath. "I'm not... I'm not used to it anymore."

The silence from Foggy is only broken with the pounding of his heart. It echoes.

"I never had a center of gravity again... until you. I don't think I can build myself up a third time, Foggy."

Pounding. "So, if you stopped hearing my heartbeat one day, the entire world would crumble? You couldn't function, couldn't say if you are standing or sitting?"

"Yeah."

Foggy could feel that heartbeat himself, now. He wanted to cry.

Stupid, stupid Matt.

Foggy's breath was hitching. His heartbeat was just a little bit uneven, enough to make Matt worry about his health.

"When I..." Foggy's voice broke. "When I met you, I was so excited to have a roommante. Scared, too, or... or nervous. I only really was friends with siblings and cousins before. I love my family, but they kind of don't have a choice in being here, you know?" he gave a wet laugh. "So with you, it was a test. And I guess I failed, becuase instead of making my first real friend I made you into my family all over again." Matt wants to wipe away his tears, but he doesn't dare. His heart clenched at the idea that he failed at friendship. "I don't want you to ever stop being my family, Matt."

"I don't want that either," he says quietly. "I want to be there for you. I know I haven't done a good job of that so far, but..."

Foggy clenches his hand. It cuts Matt right off, feeling Foggy's fingers curl around his palm the way Matt held onto his just a few hours ago. Foggy gives no signs of ever letting go. "Tell me... tell me about the Devil of Hell's Kitchen."

So Matt does.

They spend hours more talking. At some point, Karen calls them, exasperated and worried. Foggy remembers the world outside them just long enough to reassure her.

He finishes the day - the next day - with several more of Matt's weak points, and if his death wasn't the most devastating of them, he really thinks he would consider throwing himself into the Hudson so that this knowledge dies with him.

Turns out, contemplating violence isn't that hard when you're put into extreme situations.

Eventually they're exhausted enough to collapse into the same bed like drunk college students, without ever taking a shower or changing clothes. He thinks they might still be holding hands; the world is a little hazy. Yet another thing he couldn't understand before. Buried in Matt's pillow, he has just enough energy to realise one thing: Matt gave him Matt. There was more to tell, yeah, but this was Matt. And the Devil of Hell's Kitchen.

He falls asleep smirking about how Morning Matt will complain about smelling two dirty people on his silk-ass sheets.

Ta-da! Mini-fill of eleven parts done. I'm sleep-deprieved as all hell. I bet the story is even more messy than I can already tell right now. But it's the kind of messy that I think conversations like that inevitably fall into in real life, so I think I can get away with most of it.

Anyway. I'm off to collapse into my bed like a drunk college student. Bye!

Ohh, Foggy's getting married? Aww, my baby is all grown up. I love the idea of Matt going through the trials of having to tell his secrets to more and more people.

(Maybe not the step-by-step recalling of having been forced to kill someone at the age of eleven, though. That kind of trauma-inducing story seems best-friend-exclusive. "I jump between buildings and beat people up as a hobby" is probably enough for Marci:))

(On the other hand: Does Karen already know about Daredevil? Wouldn't that be a fun and easy full-disclosure conversation...)

Good choice on the title! Full disclosure, going around... :D

Happy to help!

There's more now! :D Thank you for commenting. It's always different when you can see something you wrote is being read.

Thanks for commenting :)

I was on a roll, and I'm stupidly happy that I wrote and published all that.

Me again: Also, I don't really like "supernatural secrets". Supernatural themes are great, don't get me wrong, but when the focus is secrets they feel like a cop out.

They can still be done amazingly, of course. I love being proven wrong on what can work in a particular story. But for now, I'm glad you didn't choose werewolf or fae :)

(And, um, it occured to me that a "new secret" of Foggy's could be "I'm a superhero too, now" and "Look at my cape!" But that's pretty inevitably comedy and crack, and that doesn't really pair well with childhood trauma full of death and murder. Best friend falling in love and inviting you to participate in his happily ever after is a much more gentle pivot. And it's sweet.)

Wonderful story. The way Foggy was contemplating completely destroying Matt had me on the edge of my seat. Thanks for sharing

Thank you :))

I didn't expect it to go that way, when I was starting to write. I love it when the story takes on its own life and goes where it wants to. But this time it drove me to such dark places I was scared of the ending myself...

Author again - my phrasing got all convoluted in that last comment. Essentially:

I didn't know how it would end. For a while, it seems like the story was a live thing that I was trying to tame.

I didn't want Foggy to destroy Matt, but I wasn't sure if me not wanting that would be enough. I was nervous about the ending too.

Now on AO3, next two chapters still pending.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/56105899/chapters/142512175

Foggy knew it must have been very hard for Matt to share that story with him, and he was grateful that Matt had ultimately decided to trust him with it. The more Foggy learned about Matt’s childhood, the more he realized what a remarkable man his friend was. His childhood experiences would have broken a lesser man, but instead Matt had chosen to harness those experiences and use them to fuel his drive to help people, both in and out of the courtroom. Foggy might still not fully understand why Matt felt compelled to go out in his mask every night, but he suspected a large part of it was to try to use the skills he’d had beaten into him for good.

The whole story had been horrible, and of course being forced to kill someone must have been traumatic, but another part of that story also caught Foggy’s attention. Matt’s throwaway comment of Stick ‘once again’ giving him the emotionless soldier speech helped him understand so much about his friend that was previously unfathomable.

Matt might not realize it yet, but he’d been brainwashed by that horrible man. Stick had Matt for two years, trying to mold him into the perfect soldier. When Matt ultimately failed to live up to his expectations, Stick threw him away like yesterday’s trash. It was no wonder Matt reacted badly before, when Foggy stormed out of his home after the big reveal. Foggy just needed time to calm down and sort his feelings out, but Matt saw that as yet another person abandoning him and reacted accordingly.

Foggy was well aware that their friendship was still recovering after the tumultuous last year. Between the way he’d found out about Daredevil, Matt pretending to be dead, and everything in between, it was no wonder their friendship was on shaky ground. But several months had passed since then, and things were looking up. They were now Nelson, Murdock, and Page. They were rebuilding not only their practice, but their friendship. And most importantly, Foggy could tell Matt was really trying.

That was one of the reasons why Foggy wanted to share his news now. Matt needed to know Foggy was in it for the long haul, especially after his friend’s latest revelation. What better way to do that than to ask Matt to be his best man?

Marci and Foggy had been dating off and on for a while, but things had grown more serious in the last few months. Foggy had popped the question a few nights ago and been thrilled when Marci had said yes…

“Foggy?” Matt said nervously, and Foggy realized he’d been quiet for a long time.

“I’m sorry Matt, I was just woolgathering,” Foggy said as he patted his friend on the arm.

“W-what did you want to tell me?” Matt asked him nervously.

“It’s nothing bad, I promise,” Foggy reassured when he finally noticed how nervous his friend was.

Foggy took a deep breath and said excitedly, “I’m getting married!”

“Oh, um… good for you. That’s… that’s great… congratulations,” Matt said.

Foggy noticed he sounded a bit disappointed and that upset him. Why wasn’t Matt happy for him?! He’d learned a lot in the last year though so he reined in his growing anger and decided to replay the conversation in his head. It didn’t take him long to figure out what the problem was.

“I want you to be my best man,” Foggy explained.

“Really?!” Matt asked, now sounding happy and amazed.

“Yes you doofus,” Foggy said, shoving Matt playfully. “I haven’t even told my family. You’re the first to know.”

“Are… are you sure?” Matt asked, now sounding uncertain.

Before Foggy could reply Matt bowed his head and said quietly, “I… I won’t be able to help you properly. You must know that…”

“What are you talking about?” Foggy asked in confusion.

“Foggy, I’m still blind,” Matt replied sadly. “I… I can’t help you pick the right color for your bowtie or tell you which tux will look best on you.”

“Matt…” Foggy started, but Matt interrupted him.

“And we both know, I haven’t had the best track record with responsibility lately,” Matt said regretfully.

Matt was thinking of the Punisher trial and how he’d basically abandoned Foggy, while he went off with Electra. That was always going to be one of his greatest regrets. He wished he’d handled that better, and he was terrified he’d ruin Foggy’s wedding like he had their friendship.

“You’re my best friend Matt,” Foggy said. “There’s no one else I want to ask. I’ll take care of the colors. You just use your feelers to pick out the softest, most comfortable tux and dress shoes.”

“What if I mess up?” Matt asked, sounding terrified.

“If you get overwhelmed ask for help,” Foggy replied simply.

“I can do that,” Matt said, his face showing a grim resolve that was usually reserved for the most perilous situations.

Foggy couldn’t help it; he laughed, startling Matt out of his mood.

“What are you laughing at?” Matt asked, smiling at his friend.

“You,” Foggy said. “So, will you do it?”

“I’d be honored,” Matt replied, reaching out and hugging his friend tightly.

There's a trope in fandom, where someone - usually the Avengers - watches bad guys torture Matt's eyes without knowing his identity. Then they proceed to freak out while Matt is internally rolling his eyes at the whole thing. Those can be amazing stories, but I think — I think having chemicals burn out his eyes AGAIN would be TRAUMATIZING AS FUCK to Matt. Possibly more so than to someone experiencing it for the first time. He would essentially be going through two traumas at the same time.

So I'd like a helpless, very much unfit for this role Frank trying to take care of a disoriented, feverish Matt, vomiting from pain and unsure whether he's nine or thirty. While also being his stupid stubborn self, because of course he is.

Break my heart. But put it back together in the end, please :)

xxx

Make it gen, please.

Your decision whether Frank recognizes his lawyers or not. It always seemed unlikely to me that he would, Matt was there for like, one meeting.

Ohhh, I like this. I'm not sure if I can do it justice, though.

This was really sweet

Part 3 is in AO3

I’m considering a chapter where Matt tells Foggy’s family. What do y’all think?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56105899/chapters/143357041#workskin

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