how could i have been so blind?

sometimes, I think I accomplish more with my fists than with my law firm. sometimes, I don't really care.

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karen couldn’t help her gaze lock on his face, specifically on his eyes as he spoke. she knew he couldn’t see her, but she felt like for a moment that he almost felt exactly like her in this awkward scenario. “hi matt.” she spoke, hesitant but still filled with the care she had for matt in the end of the day. she wasn’t sure how she was going to go about this, now facing the fact that matt murdock was in this town, and that he was probably near by this place. not only that, but that meant he was near by her new place.

was this fate? destiny? is this what it was supposed to be? meant to always encounter this person for the rest of your life no matter how much you didn’t want to? she just wanted to get over things at this point, start over and maybe begin a new life that didn’t revolve the dramatics of her life previous when she was being framed for murder. was she ready for that now? no, but she was willing to give them the chance to just know each other’s existance in the same town for now. “you remember me?” she jokingly asked, trying her most to keep a light-hearted conversation in the moment since they could hardly be serious in front of all these people in the street. 

he could feel her gaze on him. he couldn’t see it, but he could feel it, and goosebumps raised on the backs of his arms—thank god he was still wearing his suit from trial earlier that day, otherwise he would have been far too easy to read. he was always easy to read, anyway, easy to her. she had him figured out far too early and that had scared matt. it made him push her away. it made him go across the country and barely say a word of goodbye. matt was good at a few things, and one of those was running. 

she deserved better than that, which was why matt wasn’t going to let himself get swept up in her again. he knew that if he allowed himself to let go of even a tiny fraction of the extreme control he exerted over every single part of his life, he was going to fall into her orbit and most likely drag her down with him, and she didn’t need to be involved in his messy, ridiculous life. everything he touched turned to poison, he was sure of it. the last thing he wanted was for karen to be poisoned, too. he huffed out a laugh. “i know, i should have called,” he said. “i’ve had my hands full here, though, you can’t entirely blame me.”

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Lifting her eyebrows, Emma accepted the file and set it flat on the table. Humans were normally very readable, but it wasn’t often she pushed for information unless she doubted what she was being told, or if it were in her interest to do so. “He got into trouble for what? Breathing? Not succumbing to a full body search, or interrogation? I’m aware of what the legalities are in this cesspool of a city, Mr. Murdock. What has he done that required your gracious rescue?”

“Stealing,” he replied. “He just has to do some community service. They wanted to charge him with assault and battery too, but we managed to disprove that claim.” Matt pushed his hands into his pockets. “I’m not trying to overstep where I don’t belong, believe me,” he said. “But I’m trying to help where I can. We’re not on opposite sides here, if you’ll believe me on that.”

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goldenelixxir‌:

“Just testing.” It’s not like heightened senses were unheard of. Plenty of mutants and metahumans had them to varying degrees. Laura and Matt could probably have had a smell-off or something. But still, it varied wildly from person to person, and reading about Daredevil back in New York didn’t exactly give him the intimate details.

He hesitated before saying what he’d been thinking since he’d shaken Matt’s hand for the first time. “Have you ever thought about…getting your sight back?” Maybe that was the wrong phrasing. “I mean, I could help you. If that’s something, you know, you ever wanted.” Slightly better.

“I figured. The first thing my best friend did was flip me off and ask if I could tell,” he replied. He folded his arms lightly over his chest, his index finger tapping against his bicep as he thought carefully about their situation. He knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to go after Joker, but it couldn’t be impossible. Maybe he needed to get in touch with Batman. 

Matt shook his head. “No.” It was a simple, definitive answer. Josh wasn’t the first one he had met who had offered him his sight back, but Matt didn’t want it. He was sure that if he could see, it would be sensory overload—besides, he didn’t need it. “I’m fine without it, and I have been for a long time. And my blind friends in New York would be devastated.” 

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“Nice try.” Dex sat there, practically counting the seconds until he felt like there had been enough of a pause. “What about that secretary you had? What was her name…” he snapped his fingers like he’d just remembered it and hadn’t had it in his head since the night he’d gone to The Bulletin, “Karen, right? Started writing for that paper.” Was the blood still on the wall? “Bet it’d sound a lot better coming from her.”

He leaned back far enough for his head to rest on wall behind the chair. “Yeah, me too.” Dex wasn’t sure if that was really the truth. Things had been going…badly…in New York. Star City had been an adjustment, but that’s exactly what he was doing. Adjusting. Maintaining.

Thoughts of Karen sprung to the front of his mind, but the last thing he wanted was to dwell on her. He knew that it would only beget more heartache, and he was already full-up. “I’m sure she wants nothing to do with me or this sinkhole,” he said. “I’m still out here accepting chickens as payment. I thought I was done with that back home.” 

Matt nodded thoughtfully. “We all have to adjust and try our best, which sounds stupid and hokey and fake, but that’s the only thing I can think to do.” He lifted his shoulders in a half-shrug, though he didn’t drop them just yet. “I thought it was going to be a fresh start here, but it’s the same old shit.”

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Matt couldn’t say he was particularly thrilled about the rapid increase of concentration of his exes in this city, however, as far as his exes went, Nat was probably the one he’d really want around. She had made a lasting impression on his heart, certainly, but more than that, she made a lasting impression on his mind. He trusted her, despite her profession, despite who she had been. He felt that she knew him more than anyone, and that made him highly anxious. Matt pushed his hands into his pocket, standing on the street outside of the bar where he had managed to catch a whiff of her perfume. It was distinct—to him, at least. “When did you get here?” It was phrased almost like it was a statement. He couldn’t decide if he was happy she was there. 

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Matt had been carefully avoiding Charlotte if only because he knew it would be too easy to get caught up in their petty rivalry. It was inevitable, however, that they would run into each other at some time or another, and it seemed that time had caught up with him despite his best efforts. Matt pressed his lips together, cocking his head to the side as he listened to Charlotte talking to some reporter, trapped by the flow of people moving into the courthouse instead of out of it. It wouldn’t take long until she noticed him, and Matt grimaced. She was the last thing he wanted to deal with that day. 

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Matt hadn’t talked to Bucky in a long time, and perhaps he should have just kept the distance. They were both probably dealing with loads and loads of shit thanks to the status quo of the city that now despised people like them. Even if somewhere deep down, Matt knew it was ridiculous to keep trying to go it alone, he couldn’t help himself. He had never really learned how to be around other people. It didn’t get better and it didn’t get easier. 

Still, he knew it was better to at least check in with Bucky if nothing else. He deserved that much—both of them did. So, when he got the opportunity to swing by, he did, rapping on the door with three knuckles. “Don’t shoot, it’s Matt.” Better to announce himself early and save Bucky from the paranoia.

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Whenever that rare smile graced Matt’s face, it was generally because of his friends. He had very few people in his life who could make him grin from ear to ear, and he tended to keep those people close. “You’re surprisingly upbeat for what’s going on these days,” Matt remarked, leaning back in his chair and carefully folding up the sleeves of his crisp white button-up. He didn’t even realize that with this goofy smile he was the picture of upbeat—even if it was only for a moment.

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Since the barriers around District X had gone up, Scott went into the city very, very little. If he hadn’t been a wanted man before he was definitely a priority for NOVA by then. There was only so much subtlety he could have, considering he wore his biggest tell on his face and it was kind of non-negotiable.

He managed to make it to the Nelson & Murdock offices without incident, regardless of what the trip back might hold. Maybe he should have called ahead. It hadn’t seemed worth the risk at the time. So he just tapped on the door and hoped for the best.

Matt was trying to keep a low profile. He made sure to darken the office at night, make it look like no one was there, when actually, Matt slept on the sofa in the office because he needed to work late and couldn’t risk breaking curfew. Everything he did was to make sure that he—as the premier defense attorney for mutants and metahumans—didn’t draw undue attention. he got enough just doing his job. 

When he heard the knock at the door, his first instinct was to dive out of the window. That seemed the most logical way to avoid whichever government suit was darkening his doorstep that day. However, he knew that if it was a client, they probably couldn’t afford to go anywhere else—Matt still accepted chickens as payment—so he walked up quietly to the door, pushing a hand through his messy hair and cocking his head as he focused on listening. “Who is it?” 

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“Hey man, I’m not here to boost your ego by telling you you’re a handsome guy, alright?” Dex laughed easily. He had to keep things light. As far as Matt knew, he was just there to catch up with a familiar face in a city full of strangers.

“I had the whole,” he held up his hands, palms spread, even though Matt couldn’t see the gesture, “the whole week mapped out back in New York, ya know? I had a route I liked to run.” With Julie. “I had it all sorted. Some of it just doesn’t fit out here.”

“It sounded a little like you came here to boost my ego. So go ahead, say it. Maybe I’ll believe you,” Matt joked. He had very few people in his life he could be open and funny with and it was a strange experience. He didn’t know what to think about Dex just yet but this was a welcome reprieve from everything else. 

Matt nodded thoughtfully, a hand coming up to rub at his jaw lightly. “It seems like a lot of stuff doesn’t fit out here. Everything’s different now. Almost makes me regret leaving New York.” 

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onehellofalawyer‌:

“Hey! I can name one, Dr. Kent.” he said smugly. Okay, he may have said something more along the lines of ‘you could go home but shouldn’t’ but Foggy was choosing to focus on the first part. “Serious times Matty, I’m getting outta this place and having a greasy burger one way or another. And unlike your good father, I ain’t afraid to steamroll you if ya try and get between me and unhealthy food.” It was a dangerous place to stand.

“Not a lie, the wound does barely twine, provided I move carefully, don’t turn around fast, run, jump, swim or dive.” he listed off with a careless shrug, only to wince at the pain the movement caused, crap… He paused, a little hurt at Matt’s choice of words and sniffed, sticking his chin out, “Ignoring those hurtful words Matthew, my brain and hands are working fine so you bet your ass you need me to wrap up the paperwork while you’re swanning out. Have you met Mrs. Russo yet?”

“Is he actually your doctor or is he just some guy you befriended in the hallway?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at Foggy. “You’re intent on just making things harder for yourself, aren’t you? I’m trying to help you here,” he said, though the smirk on his features made it clear that he wasn’t actually all that serious. Foggy was too endearing and too kind to him to warrant much of Matt’s anger ever, even when he was being unbearably annoying. 

Matt sighed. “There’s no way I can convince to stay here just a little longer? I know it’s costing a fortune but the firm can absorb a little more of it.” Matt wrinkled his nose lightly. “You know what I mean. You coming back before you’re a hundred percent is a recipe for disaster and we both know it.” Matt shook his head. “Which one is Mrs. Russo?” Matt remembered details but was terrible at the bedside manner. He knew he should work on that, but Foggy usually took care of it—so there was no need, at least, not in Matt’s mind.

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goldenelixxir‌:

He wasn’t going to press. Matt’s path might have crossed his by chance, and he was grateful for it, but that didn’t make them friends. Personal business could stay that way.

“You know, when normal people run out of stuff to do, they pick up a new hobby. They don’t run off wearing horns to confront crazy fucking clowns.” He raised his eyebrows and shrugged, two gestures probably lost on Matt. It was hard to tell, though. Josh hadn’t figured out just how perceptive he really was. “Not that I don’t appreciate it. I’m just saying.”

Matt knew how difficult it could be to accept help. He had a hard time doing it all the time. Still, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. 

“No one ever accused me of being normal,” he pointed out. Matt’s sense of facial expressions wasn’t all that honed, but he could feel the movement of the air when Josh shrugged, and a slight smirk rose at the corner of his lips. “If you’re using a lot of nonverbals right now, you should know I’m not that perceptive,” he joked lightly.

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star city, where the story was and she was sent. karen having quite the incentive to go the extra mile, her own curiosity got her here. unfortunately, it didn’t mean it would be the greatest experience for her. as much as she wished it would a sort of new beginning, no matter how little time she might spend here, it was going to be anything but that. she walked down the streets of the city, wishing to explore the city a bit more and maybe find something to eat for lunch. she stopped for a second, the smell of food from a restaurant capturing her attention as she looked behind her to try and see which restaurant it came from. however, she had found herself in front of someone she didn’t expect to see any time soon, nor was she ready to see them again. she wondered if matt knew that she was there, or that she was someone entirely different now. she stepped to the side to let him by, or see if he would go by or talk to her. her own emotions were conflicting each other, giving her mixed signals to talk to him despite her own discomfort or to try and escape the scenario as skillfully as she could.

matt hadn’t expected karen to come to star city. after he and foggy moved from new york, he figured that the chapter of his life with karen was over. he had ruined it, as he had ruined most things, and maybe that was a good thing in the end. the last thing she needed was to have her life all tangled up with a vigilante in a city that so clearly hated people like him. he knew that it was probably better, easier, safer to keep her at an arm’s length. better for everyone. better for him. matt’s heart was open and fragile. he didn’t show it all that much, but he certainly felt it. 

he knew that he couldn’t just avoid her. that would be cruel, on both their parts. gritting his teeth, matt spoke hesitantly. “is that you, karen?” he could at least pretend to keep up the charade, even if it didn’t mean all that much when he had given up his identity to so many people. it all felt like some sort of facade, handling the conversation as if it could be broken, like glass.

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“Matthew Michael Murdock.” Yes Foggy was middle-naming his best friend and he had on his serious face. “I love you and appreciate all the help but medical professionals have declared me fit to be outta this hospital so I swear to whatever deity that’s listening if you don’t stop hovering like I’m going to collapse any second I may have to punch you in your perfect abs.” he deadpanned, turning to give Matt a raised eyebrow. 

“The wound barely twinges now.” And by ‘barely twinges’ he meant felt like a hot fire poker was hitting him when he turned wrong but he was managing. He was out of bed and walking fine and so grateful to be back in pants, those hospital gowns were not pleasant. “So let’s just get me home and I’ll rest up then it’s back to work tomorrow. You need me in that joint and I’ve already been away too long.”

“I’m not sure I believe you about the medical professionals,” he pointed out. “You’ll do anything to get out of here.” Matt stood by the door, his arms folded lightly over his chest as he listened to the sounds of Foggy’s body across the room, hoping to figure out if he was actually better or if he was just putting on a show for Matt. “Also, I don’t appreciate you using the middle name. You sound like Father Lantom.” 

Matt wrinkled his nose. “That’s a lie. I’m sure of it.” Matt had been through enough of his own surgeries and serious injuries to know that it didn’t heal up so easily. The last thing he wanted was for Foggy to cover things up so that Matt didn’t know how bad things were. He wanted to know the entire truth, all the time. “I don’t need you if you’re still damaged good, Fog.” 

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goldenelixxir‌:

“Secret’s safe with me. Kinda weird to take the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen out of Hell’s Kitchen, isn’t it? You’ve been a lot more low key out here.” Josh couldn’t remember hearing about Daredevil in Star City, but everything had started to run together after awhile. It had been hard to keep up with what vigilantes had or hadn’t been spotted, and he’d had other things to do anyway.

He was quiet for a second. At least the mystery about what the hell Matt thought he could do about Joker had been solved. “You still don’t have to get involved in this, mask or no mask. I’ve talked to somebody who’s dealt with Joker for a long time and nothing good is gonna come out of it.”

“Well, some things happened and I couldn’t stay in New York,” he said simply. Matt didn’t have much more of an explanation than that—it was so many different things that led into his decision to leave New York that it was hard to put them all down into a quick and easy explanation. Nothing about it had been quick and easy. 

A shrug lifted his shoulders. “I have nothing else to do,” he replied, tilting his head slightly to the side. “I want to help you. There’s not much deterring me once I set my mind on something, you know.”

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lareineblanche‌:

Emma hated surprises. One of the numerous positive aspects of her power was that she could avoid them, whenever possible, and keep her composure in situations where others might wither. Matt Murdock was not an unknown figure to her. His involvement with the safe house and the subsequent arrests had been received well by many of her colleagues, but she still greeted him with lukewarm disinterest. “Enter.” She was tired of the thoughtful human saves mutants out of the goodness of their heart trope. It all seemed so terribly banal. “I will be the judge of that, Mr. Murdock.”

He handed a file to her. “One of your kids got in some trouble. I got him out of it, but I thought you’d want to know the details,” he said, stepping back and slipping his hands into his pockets. The number of sympathetic judges was dwindling quickly and Matt knew he wasn’t going to be able to help too many more mutant kids. It was just getting harder and harder. Matt didn’t want to have to be the one to say that to anyone at the Institute, but it was better to get ahead of it, at least.