matthew murdock.
lawyer by day and blind ninja by night.
“men who play god will die like one. a myth barely remembered and their names but a whisper.” — they will burn and burn and burn and then they will be nothing and the world will continue to turn
kate watches the care the man takes with lucky, half tempted to assure him the golden retriever is friendly, half certain he knows already that he’s in no danger. “yeah, he’s pretty adorable, huh?” she smiles. “well… sorta. he’s a friend’s. a workmate, kind of. but i didn’t trust clint to take care of lucky here while i did a stint in california so- oh, you don’t care about all that. he’s not mine, but i look after him.”
matt doesn’t have much experience with dogs but even now as a grown man he wouldn’t mind having one, sticking to what he had asked his father back when things were a lot more simple. “ seems so, “ weren’t all dogs pretty cute? it seemed like a given. “ sounds interesting, what kind of dog is he? “ he never knew enough about dogs to determine it to begin with let alone by the feel of fur.
" cute dog, " matt comments leaning down to pet the animal with caution, he assumes the dog is cute most are after all. he can remember being a kid and begging his dad for one, claiming he could handle the responsibility. he never did get that dog. " is he yours? "
“Are you fucking kidding me? I just bought this!” Jen pulled off her blazer with a heated sigh, nearly turning it inside out to inspect the rip she just felt. It was on a seam line at least, but quite the messy break. “When are fashion designers going to understand that some women have shoulders?”
matt could clearly hear the seams tearing from where he was standing but generally super hearing helped in that department, regardless it did not sound too pretty. a smile was etched on his face, not facing the direction of the girl clearly upset with the rip in her jacket and took a moment to speak up. " the tear that bad? i'd offer to help but not exactly my department. "
‘ it’s nearly one in the afternoon, ’ karen replied over her shoulder, not sparing a proper glance for whom exactly she had spoken to. clutched between lithe fingers was a wallet no larger than her palm, karen wrestling to get her card out of a particularly tight sleeve, various file folders held under her arm. it had been a stressful day filled with meeting after meeting – coffee was an absolute necessity to get herself through the rest of the day. so much for trying to quit. it was only when she finally managed to free her debit card that she paused, turning to face him. ‘ wait… matt? ’
matt nods at her words, soft smile at the familiar voice. karen. he couldn't be wrong about that, he knew her well enough to point out her voice and foggy's almost anywhere. it was hard staying away from the two friends who had become family to him. it only happened to be a lucky coincidence after his faked death he would ran into her. it was a relief when he heard his name, realizing that she remembered unlike so many. after returning back from the dead that’s just too much to explain. " hi karen, "
He sneezes. A loud, jarring sound as chalk dust is violently evicted from its once moist, dare he say cozy residence within his sinuses. This! …This is why he preferred whiteboards while lecturing; less risk of alarming the masses to Kieth’s situational ‘allergies’.
“Sorry,” comes his well-rehearsed response, nose pulling away from safety behind elbow crux. “You were saying?”
Matt is silent for a moment, brows furrowing together in contemplation. It was allergy season after all and per usual his skipped the spring time hit and attacked during the fall, the transitions between seasons were hell for such a vibrant place like new york. " Can't remember, " He shrugs the thought lost amoung many others in his over working mind. " Bad allergies? "
the streets of new york city had felt oddly unsettling since his claimed death and the end to daredevil, even if the mantel was not dead. he had just taken a well needed break to heal gaping wounds and cracked bones because believe it or not, matt wasn't fond of having a god damn building dropped upon his head. fingers tapped impatiently on the metal table, coffee growing colder by the minute and he had everything on his mind. the obliteration of half the universe was pretty fucking stressful, even six months later and partially restored. hearing jumbled and distorted parts of everyone's conversations in the cafe was slowly driving him insane and it was the first time new york had ever been an issue before. matt pinches his nose, feeling a headache creeping up on him and ten clears his throat. " do you know what time it is? "
kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable. he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero. standing out is sort of what he does. but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead – he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to. so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target. it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost. he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best. he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him. he feels too big and too small, all at once. ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. ) fingers twist at an earring anxiously. what if the world forgot about him ??
“ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh. he’s time-traveled before. he’s been thousands of years in the future. but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ?? he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.
matt had risen from the dead before, okay maybe not fully but according to all the papers daredevil was killed alongside elektra in the collapse of the building. he should have been dead months ago, remembering how unable he was to leave her side and yet he was still walking the busy streets of new york. when did he start getting lucky? then again the world was kind of a mess so who was he to say. pausing at the voice speaking up, presumably to him, the lawyer turns in their direction taking a brief moment before he speaks. " june thirteenth twenty eighteen. "
letting out a frustrated HUFF of air , gabriel shifted in his seat and was quiet for a moment before grumbling , ❝ — alright , i’m only gonna say this ONCE , understand ? ❞ he raised an eyebrow at the INNOCENT BYSTANDER , ❝ i’ll get you a free coffee , on the house , if you can give me a seven-letter word for colds that last a long time .. ❞ the man looked up at them expectantly , pencil hovering over the new york times’ sunday CROSSWORD PUZZLE .
matt chuckles standing close to the mans table with red circle rimmed glasses shielding his eyes, really he was only here to pick up coffee for himself and fogy but something about this was far too interesting to deny. ears were trained for the clue, word puzzles were frustrating and plenty of the low hours at the office had led to listening to foggy complain about them before with matt struggling to help him. " illness? i'm not going to lie these aren't really my thing. "
leather jacket and fishnets on, the blonde made her way out of the underground concert venue and into the cold nights air. the music faded quieter and while the night felt almost silent, dinah could still feel eyes on her. she knew better than to even waste her time looking for who it might be following her, so instead she kept walking. the farther she got away the easier it was for her to hear the quiet footsteps trying to be in pace with her own. however it wasn’t until she knew the two of them were alone before she addressed the shadow. “ as much as i appreciate the escort i think we both know i don’t need a babysitter. ”
the intention was not to seem like a stalker, if anything his actions were far more suited for your friendly neighborhood spider-man ( not to underestimate the kid ) carefully making his way through the crowds of people it seemed that even the most wild of post concert groups would still part like the red sea for the man guiding his way, red glasses almost menacing in the dim light of the streets. " uh - " matt smiles, fishing the small item out of his pocket and holding it out for her to take. small set of jingling keys. " i believe these are yours, didn't want to shout across the crowd. "
№ — ( BOB MORLEY, HE/HIM & CIS MALE, MARVEL ) ┊ did you hear about DAREDEVIL? i heard that they also go by MATTHEW MURDOCK and are aged 28. they weren’t turned into dust at all, so they’re still in tact - according to the press, anyways. think the papers are right?
ok y'all it is me again but i'm goin to make this quick because i'm tired as heck but here we go for the loml matthew murdock! this is honestly going to be mostly based on the tv show i haven't read his comics sorry yikes i'm a fake fan but love my anxiety inducing blind ninja lawyer!
— MY BOI MATT
ok so matt!!! my good catholic boy (please don't ask me abt biblical stuff i'm not religious so i cannot explain the ethics of it etc but anyway) was a cool kid who lived a pretty troublesome life. with no mum and only a dad heavily involved in crime shit. his mum was from the philipines and dad native of new york but fam all irish anyway it was just matt and his dad for a very long time.
his dad was his damn hero and matt often went to the gym to watch his dad fight. basically he was a proud kid that wanted to be like him when he grew up unaware of all the awful mob shit involved in his fathers life.
matt was blinded by (radioactive) acid which left him unable to see much other than red and heightened his other sense to superhuman levels. not long after that his father was killed in a mob hit and the death of his father was what drove matt to go into law.
he wanted justice and to fight for what was right, even if he had to do it himself.
idk the deal between his mom and dad but basically after the death of his father she failed to take care of him and he was shipped off too Saint Agnes Orphanage (which is where he met daisy ayeeee) he struggled a lot with it given the adjustments to his new senses and his lack of one.
he was visited by an old guy that he learned is named stick. he later on trained matt quite harshly in order to teach him to control his anger and the powers he possessed (my bad ass boy so proud wow)
matt went to law school etc etc idk a lot about law what am i doing to myself anywaY that was where he met foggy (his best bro) and like !!!! that is very important because matt is dumb as fuck and needs foggy to keep him from doing really dumb dumb shit or at least yell at him abt it
not long after he met elektra and damn did matt fall hard for her. she was mesmerizing and something so complicated yet plucked right from the stories of undeniable gods. the two are pretty opposite but he had a fondness for her and for a while it worked. he opened himself up to her and like shit, he really loved her (maximum hearteyes) but like most of matt's life eventually it went down hill.
actually their relationship ended like a fiery car crash and she's always left an unsettling lasting impression on him. sometimes he really wondered if she would ever pop back up in his life again almost as if she never exited it to begin with.
he spends lots of time at josie's bar or at work with foggy and karen
they dated for some time???? didn't work out and matt really likes just being her friend yknow. karen is a bad ass and he really appreciates that she is somewhat willing to put up with his bullshit lmao
deciding to create the mantel of daredevil to protect the city, or more specifically hells kitchen (you gotta start somewhere), was a big thing for matt and at first it was a lot of trial and error. plenty of times he had nearly got himself killed and eventually he got the knack for it. in a way it helps him cope with acceptance of his fathers death knowing that he is doing what he believes is right and bring criminals to justice
he has a very strict set of morals and basically matt won't kill people, that is not what he wants to do and he just won't. this is where he and frank (as well as elektra) differ and yea they clash a lot its fine
uH so at the end of the defenders matt is a mess and tries to save elektra???? he fuckin dies with her in the crashing building but didn't actually die yknow so there ya go
matt was basically out of comission during the events of infinity war given that he was recovering from almost dying and everyone thought he was dead
that is all for now!!!
extra info on matt: he's got super messy hair, lots of freckles, smiles like the cutest dork you've ever seen, likes cuddles and shitty beer, flirty lil shit, makes dad jokes sometimes, barely uses his netflix account, really wants a dog, has like 6 pillows on his bed and cannot stand the smell of peppermint
my favorite thing Matt Murdock does is turn off the lights when he goes and fights people like “lmao who’s blind now motherfuckers, taste my sticks of justice”
