matt finding out fem!lawyer!reader is working with and dating dex.
hurt, little bit of angst, small fluff between reader and dex, slight hints to reader being as crazy as dex, i can’t write action, second perspective, slight matt’s perspective/thoughts, not proofread.
Ever since you landed your job at Murdock and McDuffie, you had been checked out. It had only been getting worse and worse. You’d lash out at clients who you deemed ‘unworthy of your legal help’. You were constantly late and were coming in with bruises and cuts. Kirsten and Matt tried to help — an abusive relationship maybe, drugs or alcohol even? Matt helped to regulate your little outbursts in public and Kirsten offered you see her good friend Dr. Heather Glenn. You said “Sure! I’ll give it ago.” Writing down her number — you never called it.
Matt knew about your past. You had previously worked for Fisk, even if it was completely wiped from any file regarding you. He had figured it out from his previous days of being Daredevil.
One day you stopped showing up to work. Coincidentally you stopped showing up to work around the time Ben Poindexter broke out of jail.
Had something happened to you?
He knocks calmly on apartment seven — the home of a sweet older woman who knew you well.
“Hello? Is there something i can help you with?” She ever-so-kindly says to Matt.
“Have you seen Miss L/N recently. You see, i work with her and she’s not come in for a few days. Have you heard from her at all?”
“Oh, she’s skipped town with her man-friend. Its so upsetting, she used to walk my dog sometimes. Anyway; Did she not say anything?”
“Man-friend? Could you elaborate?”
From as far as he could tell, you were far too anxious to be seeing someone.
It must’ve been one of Fisk’s men.
“I’m sure he was her boyfriend. They seemed very much in love. He was tall, had a thick scar on his cheek. Freak car accident he said.”
Well — Matt only knows one man with a scar on his cheek. Poindexter.
“Hmm. Okay. Thank you! Have a wonderful day. I ought to get back to work.”
Fuck. Poindexter had gone after her.
“Karen. He took her. I don’t know what her neighbour saw but there’s no way she would’ve gone with Poindexter willingly. I know her.”
“Maybe you don’t know her as well as you think. Come on, Matt. ‘Very in love’. That doesn’t sound very, ‘taken against my will-ish.’ Does it?” The blonde takes a second to lick her lips as she thinks for a moment. “What if she’s been working for Fisk this whole time?” Matt scoffs, finding the whole idea audacious.
“Bullshit. Poindexter hates Fisk. There’s no way.”
“I need to know. She could be dead for all i know. I’m going to track down Bullseye and figure it out. Yes she’s worked with Fisk before but she’s on our side.”
And that was that. Matt was going to find you. Him and Kirsten didn’t even know you that well. But it’s the principal. Foggy would’ve wanted him to find you. Yeah. For Foggy. And to do it to spite that damn bastard Poindexter!
Matt was above your apartment. Listening. Waiting. He could hear you stitching up your own wounds. What had Poindexter been doing to you? Then the door opens. The front door. “Honey, i’m home.” It was him. Also — Honey? What was that about? Matt was utterly confused when he could distinctly hear you walk up to him and kiss him. You gently pressed your lips to his, as if he were to break if you kissed any harder. He loved that you can be so brutal yet so gentle with him.
He could be vulnerable with you.
“You sound so all-american-white-picket-fence when you say that.” You laugh softly, kissing him again. “So how was it? How much task force did you take out earlier?”
“Around twelve.” Matt could hear the smirk in his voice. “You ready for our big night?”
Fuck. You were in on it too.
He can’t handle it anymore.
He flies through the window and just stands there. Dex goes into full fight mode and before he can do anything he looks at you. He always looked at you like it was gonna be his last.
“I’m not here for you.” Matt — no. Daredevil, exclaims while pointing at Dex. “I’m here for her.”
“How could you do this? To kill. To work with Bullseye. How could you do it? He killed him!” That him, was Foggy. And you knew it. Although you had joined Murdock and McDuffie after Foggy had passed, you still knew about it. Hell, you even attended the fucking trial. Although, you weren’t there for Foggy. You were there for Dex.
“Matt— honestly just let me explain. It runs deeper than Foggy—“
“Don’t say his name!” He shouts.
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that. We understand each other. We were built for each other. And if you’re here to kill her — you won’t be leaving here alive.”
“Matt. I’m sorry. I really am. But you won’t understand. You can’t understand. Another thing you won’t understand is how we’re gonna end this for once and for all.”
“We’re gonna kill the Kingpin.”
“And his bitch.” Dex adds on.
You all start to fight; it’s not fair really. A two versus one? Not fair one bit. But you had one priority. Kill the Kingpin.
You two had gotten away from the fight, and it was time for you two to finish was Fisk had started a long long time ago which Matt never could do.
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