yess more daredevil!reader pls!! i could imagine clark being a bit more worried and attentive now. like he’d use his x-ray vision to scan her body for injuries every night just incase and reader would just be like, “Clark i can’t feel you scanning me.”
.ೃ࿐ DOCTOR, DOCTOR
summary — clark's still adjusting to his girlfriend's nightly habits. he discovers how much he hates it when a angry bruise scars her eye come morning.
pairings — clark kent x daredevil!reader
pronouns — she/her
word count — 1321
note — i had an idea similar to this so i merged the two :) i'm glad you're loving daredevil!reader i think it's my new fixation atm. this is only short so i hope you don't mind! i didn't wanna drag such a sweet idea out too long. masterlist for daredevil!reader here
IT WAS LATE WHEN she slipped into bed. it was early when clark woke up for work.
he knew she was going to sleep in this morning — she didn't have court today and just had to work through some pro bono cases in her office later. he also knew that the reason she was sleeping in was partially due to the fact that she had been out on the dark streets of metropolis for most of the moonlit hours.
clark shifted, rolling onto his side. his fingers dusted across the bare strip of skin exposed from where his shirt had ridden up on her form. her breathing didn't change, and she didn't budge an inch. knowing now that she was still in a deep sleep, clark propped himself up enough to glance over her.
he did what any normal boyfriend would do — turn on x-ray vision and do a quick yet thorough scan to make sure nothing was broken or seriously damaged. once he was sure, he double checked and blinked it away, opting to climb out of bed with soft footsteps. he cringed when she rolled onto her back upon the dip leaving the bed.
he tiptoed one step and then another until he was standing at the foot of the bed. it was cold now that he was out from under the blankets, a cool draft slipping through the slightly ajar window from where she clearly hadn't shut it properly upon entering back through this morning. all he could do was shake his head — he still couldn't wrap his head around how she easily scaled halfway up their apartment building to climb through the window before the sun rose. he tended to overthink it, sure, but the specifics he tried not to dwell on.
"clark."
he cringed, face contorting like it had when he accidentally flew straight into a bird the other day and had to pluck feathers from his mouth. this was almost as unpleasant.
"aw, sorry, sweetheart," he grimaced, face equivalent to a deer caught in headlights. "i didn't mean—"
"i woke up when you decided i needed a personal x-ray," she said bluntly, forever so. her eyes were still closed as if she hadn't stirred from sleep at all. once again, another thing he didn't quite understand, but it was rather unhelpful that she was aware when he decided to be all overprotective boyfriend and use his x-ray eyes for something useful. his train of thought pause — it was only now that clark noticed the large bruise around her eye, so dark and fresh it was almost black. "i'm fine, clark."
"golly!" he exclaimed, practically leaping over the end of the bed until he was beside her, trying his best not to land on top of her to cause any further injury. with gentle hands he cupped her jaw, forcing her head in his direction. her eyes blinked open at the feeling of his hands, locking onto a point on the ceiling so she could focus on his voice entirely. "what on earth . . ."
she grumbled something that ended in more of a whine than anything else. "i'm fine," she repeated, a huff exhaling past her lips. "please, it's nothing."
clark was absolutely not letting that go. now that he knew these injuries were from being who the public had dubbed daredevil and weren't some freak accident where she clumsily fell down the stairs, he was a lot more attentive than before. prior to this, she could brush it off and he would worry from afar while keeping his eye on her to make sure he didn't catch it happening. he liked knowing the truth about her but gosh it made him worry so much more.
"what happened?" it wasn't a stern demand, but a gentle ask that left minimal room for argument. it didn't help her case when she sensed his head tilt like an adorable puppy, the weight of his quiet words engraved into her heart.
"i've been following this lead on a group of missing kids for months," she admitted, reaching out her hand to search for his own. he find hers like a missing piece of a puzzle. "there's this weird underground trade in experiments and the trail goes cold every time i get too close."
"lexcorp?" clark asked. lex luthor had made his hatred for metahumans clear but even he couldn't be ruled out when he was still staging a manhunt on superman. he had already created one metahuman that they knew of to take on the task of eliminating him, it was always possible that he was funding the path for more.
she shrugged. "not sure. i don't think it's properly affiliated but it still could be luthor's money going into it. the trail went from metropolis to gotham and then back here but now it's cold again."
"and . . ." clark raised his thumb to brush her cheek just below the bruise.
she smiled offhandedly. "ran into a few guys that were part of the operation on remington street, just near the metro palace theatre."
"hm," he hummed, eyes flickering up to the ceiling in thought. "mind if i take a look tomorrow?"
"if you want," she shrugged, squeezing his hand. "as long as you keep your distance . . . don't want the trail to go cold again."
"and i don't really want you chasing down these guys but . . . what say do i have?" he shook his head slowly. "you're gonna be the death of me i think."
"aw," she rolled back up into a ball under the blankets, attempting to get comfortable now as tiredness sunk deep into her bones. "i'll proudly wear that title, y'know? imagine if i get to be known as the person who killed superman."
it was a joke, one that had giggles tumbling straight from his lips as he curled back up under the blankets beside her, encompassing her in the warmth of his large frame. "well, i'm not about to let anyone else kill me," he added. she rolled so that she was facing his direction, and all he could do was fixate on the torturous sight of her eye. "just let me properly look at your eye . . ." he turned on the puppy dog eyes that were like second nature, "please?"
in response, she rolled her eyes, ignoring the subtle pulsing pain at the movement. "if you keep x-raying me, i'm gonna end up with more radiation than chernobyl," she then sighed. "if you must."
"i must," clark decided promptly. he thoroughly looked through muscle and tissue to at least make sure that her skull was still intact. "okay . . . no skull fracture."
i know, she thought but didn't say, not wanting to undermine him and his thoughtfulness. "i'll get it looked at in the morning if it'll make you feel better," she said, to which clark hummed in agreement and pulled her closer into him.
"thanks," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her hairline and letting his eyes fall closed. "how did you know i was x-raying you, by the way?"
he felt her chest bubble with silent laughter. "there's this weird staticky noise," she admitted, and he nodded to himself when he realised it was too quiet for even him to hear. "and my bones feel scratchy, like pins are scraping across them.
"oh . . ." he trailed off, as genuinely surprised as he always was whenever she told him a new little detail about her senses. "good to know."
"goodnight, clark," she huffed lightly, knowing that the longer she entertained this, the longer she would be without sleep. he could keep a conversation going for hours until he realised that he should probably join her in sleeping purely because he knew she needed rest to function like anyone else unlike him.
"night, my love," he whispered into her hair, the words drifting off in the slivers of breeze snaking through the window.
imagine sitting in a room, with other versions of yourself in a big circle. there’s three versions of you that you’ve met so far— one who’s immortal and thrives at making others uncomfortable along with being the comic relief. there’s one whose silent, visibly more built and holds way too many weapons for comfort. then there’s one whose blind and can barely hear, but has an extremely good 6th sense; they’re also a lawyer somehow which confuses you.
daredevil!reader: “so do you have anything special about you or are you just a normal person.”
reader: “i work at SDN, not sure if you’ve heard of it— im a dispatcher there.”
deadpool!reader: “aw fuck me, you work there?? willingly?? that’s lazy writing.”
punisher!reader: “i don’t like you.”
deadpool!reader: “aw you’re not gonna be happy about us working together later cupcake, also your comic isn’t getting update anytime soon, sorry bubs.”
punisher!reader pointed a loaded gun at them, deadpool!reader only smiling in response as they hold their own gun. daredevil!reader sighed heavily as you hid behind them, confused and extremely worried there’s about to be a shootout.
reader: “i’m just trying to go home to my boyfriend and his obese dog! please don’t kill me!”
the silence was loud, a pin could be heard. the three of them slowly turned their heads to you, even the noisier version of you was dead quiet. in perfect unison, the three screamed at you— “YOURE DATING ROBERT?!”
the three seemed to have almost immediately calmed down in the second you brought up robert, asking questions about him. you’re surprised they even had a robert in their dimensions, but it didn’t shock you that they all haven’t asked him out. the reason you and robert worked was because of the time spent together in an office, getting to know the other during work hours and eventually leading up to dates. the two of you were so far into dating, you both were about to move in together with beef.
you’ve singled handedly given a few of the worst versions of yourself a terrible idea, and that was to try and get together with robert.
daredevil reader who works with just a really really hot guy at her law firm and clark gets jealous cause they’re always doing late nights together and she has to be like “clark i do not know what he looks like” and so clark is like “wait how do you know im hot” and she has to be like look i just know okay
.ೃ࿐ JEALOUSY PROBLEM
summary — with her law firm taking off, she's hired more staff to keep on top of things. clark's never really felt jealous before until he learns that his girlfriend's spending a lot of time with her new paralegal.
pairings — clark kent x daredevil!reader
pronouns — she/her
word count — 1.7k
note — no toxic jealousy just clark and his puppy-dog eyes being jealous bc he's not used to his gf having new (and hot) coworkers :) masterlist for daredevil!reader here
THE AMOUNT OF CASE files landing on her desk had been increasing by the day.
it was as rewarding as it was tiring — it meant that she was finally being recognised as one of the most efficient lawyers in the city, one that metahumans could rely on in the court of law, but it also meant that there weren't enough hours in a day to stay on top of them all.
clark had been coming home to an empty apartment for the past two weeks. he knew she was safe and sound at her office instead out on the streets at night. this sudden rise in her career was stealing all her time and clark wasn't sure what to do with an empty apartment.
he tried the usual things. he cleaned the apartment at human speed to make it drag out longer. he put an old rock record on the turntable to fill the empty space. he prepared dinner and set everything in the fridge so it was easy to throw together when she got home. he even got his clothes out for the next day and reviewed notes he had taken so he could start the following day at the office with a focused mind.
that was getting boring.
clark kent wasn't a jealous person. he never had been. he grew up in a loving family that humbled every aspect of his superhuman abilities until he could function like every one else on the surface. they spoiled him with love and taught him important values that he held close to his heart today. they worked him on the farm until he no longer felt the anger and frustration at being different and therefore being able to show who he really was to people.
jealousy therefore didn't register. he worked hard for everything he achieved. he got good grades and used those to get into a good university. he used all the HDs he got in his degree to propel him into an internship that eventually got him enough credit to be working for the daily planet. with that, he became such an established investigative journalist that he got to follow one of the most important metahuman trials in the city, one offered to him before lois lane got a chance to jump at it, which then got him in with his girlfriend; the absolute love of his life. he worked so incredibly hard for everything he had ever achieved in every part of his life, so why would he ever need to be jealous?
the reason for his jealousy came not from the reason she was spending so much time in the office, but from who she was spending so much time with. his name was lucas and he was the new paralegal. he was a few years younger than her and was known around metropolis as a damn good paralegal. he had been up for grabs and every law firm had down their best to tie him down, but ultimately it had been her law firm to seal the deal.
he was efficient, and originally that had her coming home from work earlier with less of a workload on her shoulders. that abruptly changed when the clients started rolling in after the last two wins had proven that she fought to hell and back for those she represented. even with lucas and a few more staff members in the mix, things still dragged on late.
clark was jealous of his girlfriend's paralegal simply because he got to spend more time with her than he did.
it was stupid. he spent hours with lois lane and she never seemed to be jealous, so why was he suddenly jealous of her coworkers?
CLARK'S head snapped up when he heard the front door unlock. he looked up from where he had been aimlessly flicking through tv channels on the couch to watch as she tossed her white cane to the side and kicked off her heels to land beside them. a gentle moan of relief escaped her throat now that her feet were free from the uncomfortable pair of heels she had begrudgingly chosen to wear to the office today. they were a more expensive pair, one that she had treated herself to after winning a big case a few months ago, but god they fucking hurt to wear after a while. had she not been talking to the press today she would've settled for a comfy shorter pair.
"sorry," she sighed, shutting the door behind her and reaching to lock it. "but i brought home some bread to go with dinner . . . i was thinking of throwing together a quick pasta?"
she froze when something seemed off. she could feel that clark was in the room, could hear him take gentle breaths, but they were deep as if something heavy had attached themself to every exhale of carbon dioxide. "what's wrong?" she asked pointedly, slowly moving in his direction. she set the bread and her bag down on the coffee table once she made it to it, the table the only barrier between her and her boyfriend.
clark's shoulders slumped. her head tilted when he sighed. it was a mix of annoyance and neglect, it reminded her of the time they had left krypto in the apartment and he was sad that he couldn't go out with them. she imagined his eyes conveyed that same look of a sad puppy, too. it would be the same look she used to give her father as a child when he said she couldn't have ice cream, and the sparkle of sadness in her eyes were all he needed to give in. she doubted she would ever be able to replicate it ever again, but she pictured it so clear it was almost like it was yesterday instead of so many years ago. perhaps that was how clark looked now.
"nothing."
"you're a terrible liar, clark," she pushed her glasses up until they sat atop her head. "let's try again. what's wrong?"
clark sighed even louder. "nothing," he pouted this time, unable to help the way his lips contorted and the way his voice rose so high it was almost a whine. he certainly didn't miss the way he watched the corner of her lips twitch.
"sure, okay," she shrugged, feigning being unbothered and walking past the coffee table. before she could make it past the couch clark was on, his hand shot out to grab her, and suddenly she was tumbling on top of him in the blink of an eye. too fast for her to comprehend, she was momentarily dizzy as she felt her surroundings to figure out what she was facing. her hands found clark's face, the pads of her fingers tracing the pout lines in his face, from his forehead down to his lips. he pressed a kiss to her fingers before sighing once more.
"i'm sorry," clark mumbled, his hands resting gently on the exposed skin on her neck. he brushed her pulse point and felt it flutter under his touch. "i don't know what's wrong with me."
instinctively, his words had the back of her hand pressing to his forehead. "did you get enough sun today? you feel fine . . . so—"
"i think i'm jealous of you and your paralegal and i feel so very stupid for even bringing it up because it is stupid because obviously he works for you and you're my girlfriend but i just haven't really seen you lately and i know it's because you're busy but i miss you so much and you get to spend more time with him — which is fine — but he's clearly attractive so i think that's not helping how i feel and . . ." clark trailed off to suck in enough oxygen that he coughed.
his rambling was so rapid fire that it took her a moment to process it all properly. "'clearly attractive'?" she quoted, and felt as clark nodded. "babe, you do remember that i can't, like, see him, right?" clark was silent on that one. "how am i supposed to know if he's attractive? i don't know what he looks like."
which seemed to bring up a whole new lot of spiralling thoughts in clark. she shifted so sit on his lap better, and his hands came to circle her middle, locking her in place. "wait," his eyebrows furrowed, "then how do you know that i'm attractive. like, you can't see me either but you always say i look good so . . ." he squinted, "does that mean you're lying?"
"i can't tell if this is worse than your jealousy tangent or not," she muttered under her breath. "i just know, okay. i can feel you," she lifted her hands back to his face just to prove her point. she dragged her index finger over the bridge of his nose and traced the outline of his lips before trailing up his jawline. "you have perfect physical traits . . . but who you actually are is the important part to me. that's how i'm very lucky to have someone as good-looking as you."
she could feel clark's face heat up under her hands. "and i, once again, forgot for a second that you see differently," his voice dropped into a mumble that she heard perfectly clear. "which means you can't see lucas . . . not like i thought you were gonna think he was better than me or anything anyway . . ." he sighed. "and suddenly i feel really stupid again for even thinking any of this. i just miss you and it's making me feel weird."
"aw, baby," she hummed, kissing him gently. "i was gonna take tomorrow off anyway . . . you should do the same."
clark perked up at that. "i'll call out tomorrow morning," he grinned so hard she could feel it without even needing to feel his face. "i think i can pull off a pretty convincing sick voice."
she knew that his sick voice was very unconvincing because he had never really been sick, but she nodded anyway. "oh totally," she nodded like she was truly convinced. "and then you can have me all day."
"just you," clark nodded, the idea of it perfect, "and me." she could feel his smile against her face when he brushed their noses together. "and no one else."
her smile melted into his. "no one else," she agreed easily.
summary — in which clark kent thinks he's the one keeping a superhero secret in your relationship, but really, it's you.
pairings — clark kent x vigilante!reader (established relationship)
pronouns — she/her
word count — 2046
note — reader's abilities are in line with matt murdock's — unknown chemicals being exposed to her eyes as a child blinded her but all her senses were amplified to super human levels bc of it. this means she can get a complete picture of pretty much everything around her without being able to see. i am also a clumsy/nerdy clark truther so its painfully obvious here lmao
prequel here
HER FINGERS DANCED SKILLFULLY across the pages of the book, braille bumps tickling against her fingertips. it was forever her favourite book, having first read jane eyre at twelve, but it was one of those circumstances where she wasn't sure if it was only her favourite because it was the last book she read before the accident.
it was the sweetest gift she had ever been given — it was hard to find nicely-bound braille novel readily available, but clark had done his best after finding out that his girlfriend had been itching to read it again. she hadn't put it down ever since.
the apartment they had moved into eight months ago ( they both finally had stable jobs to rely on — clark at the daily planet and her at the well-established metropolis law firm ) was quiet, a few floors from the top to escape as much of the city's sounds as possible.
clark was the ultimate considerate boyfriend. he learnt fairly early on that her blindness heightened every other sense to the point where sometimes just being hearing people talk could be overwhelming. he'd bought new shirts with a nicer material, had hunted down an apartment that was towards the top floor while remaining affordable, and also changed his cologne to one with a scent that wasn't so overpowering. he knew a thing or two about sense-sensitivity, it was definitely a blessing.
he, however, didn't know the full extent of her capabilities. not like she knew his.
she knew that clark didn't need his glasses to be able to see. she heard them clatter on the table when he got home from work when he thought she wouldn't notice. even if he tried to excuse it, she knew for a fact that he read emails and letters perfectly without them.
she knew that he disappeared for strange stretches of time when metropolis was in crisis and that he came home covered in the scent of strange chemical residue like aftershave. how sometimes she could smell the night air clinging to his clothes when he reappeared randomly in their kitchen after supposedly going to the bathroom.
more dangerously, she knew when he lied. she could hear the jump in his heartbeat, the change in his breathing, and the tangy scent of perspiration, all gathered with one simple tilt of the head.
clark kent lied quite a lot for someone so genuine. little did he know, so did she.
SHE heard clark before she saw him. entering the elevator on the ground floor, to be exact. the sound of his shoes against the floor, the ding of the elevator doors opening, the smiley greeting he offered to their neighbour before pressing the button for their floor, the ding of the doors as they opened again, this time closer.
his footsteps stopped in front of the door. his keys jingled as he fidgeted with them, trying to find the correct one before sliding it into the lock. the smell of roses increased tenfold when he got the door open.
"honey, i'm home!" clark sung in a way that had her heart melting, clumsily kicking off his shoes and shutting the door at the same time. it was cheesy, something she was certain was unironic, but it made her smile and close her novel all the same. he claimed it was her way of not panicking when the door started rattling, but she had a feeling he had been watching too many old sitcoms when she wasn't home.
he sent his things down by the door and made his way through to where he knew she was usually situated on her days off. their shared office that they had half turned into a mini library was cosy; an armchair seated by the window to catch the warmth of the sun's rays, a mahogany desk from a second hand-store on the other side of the room, and a bookshelf growing a collection of case files, books clark enjoyed, and an empty space for the collection of braille books he promised to build for her.
she stood up from the chair, stretching out her aching muscles. the bruise blooming across her ribs was not helping in the slightest. the smile across her face widened when she sensed the air shift, clark's large frame crossing the threshold of the office and scooping her up into a warm hug. her arms flung around his neck in an instant, gentle giggles escaping her from being lifted off the ground. "hey, my love," she mumbled quietly, pressing a kiss to his lips. she tasted the bitterness from the remnants of coffee on his tongue. "d'you have a good day?"
"mhm, yeah," he hummed, setting her back down with one final kiss. "gotcha something." he was quiet at home, even more so after a long day around others ( she knew he didn't get tired as much as he pretended to, his whole unathletic schtick was absolute bullshit when she could hear his heart and breathing ), it was a mix of feeling comfortable in the homely quiet and the fact that his smiles said more than his words did. she couldn't see them, but she could feel them, and even better, she could reach out and physically feel the smile lines creasing into his face. that only ever made him smile more.
plastic scrunched as he handed the bouquet to her, not letting go until her fingers finally closed around the flower stems. she raised her other hand to brush her fingertips across the petals, the texture silky and smooth. one inhale told her all she needed to know, "roses," she breathed out, everything about him so intoxicating that she fell under the spell of mirroring his smile. "you only ever get me roses when you have something to tell me, clark."
it wasn't accusatory. the last two times had been when he told her he got a promotion at work and asked her to be his girlfriend. tulips were his apology flower of choice.
his resolve crumbled. her head tilted.
his heartbeat sped up and his breathing stuttered. the air shifted to indicate the tremor running up his hand, startled into taking a step back. "um . . ." he trailed off awkwardly. he hadn't really thought about how exactly he was going to go about this, thinking no further than buying roses from the little shop on the corner.
she moved around her boyfriend and mapped out the layout from memory. she put a little bit of performance into it: blindly reaching out to brush her fingers against walls and cupboards on her way. clark followed closely behind, his eyes never leaving her in the rare instance that she tumbled into the odd chair.
everything was muscle memory and heightened senses. she moved swiftly around the kitchen in a way that made it look like it was more on the muscle memory side — she loved clark dearly but she was almost certain that her even being insanely good at things a regular person with visual impairments wouldn't have rung alarm bells in his brain. either way, it was better to keep up the charade.
clark was silent, a looming presence like a shadow as she felt through the glassware cabinet to find the vase. it sat towards the front from the last time clark had brought flowers on his way home from work . . . which was four days ago. she had only just thrown the wilted ones away this morning.
"i've been hiding something from you," it spilled out of him all at once. she heard his nerves spike, but his words didn't stop her from moving to the sink and filling up the vase with the tap. she didn't falter as she unwrapped the flowers from the plastic and guided the stems into the vase with both hands as a guide.
"okay . . ." she trailed off, leaving the vase beside the sink. clark usually moved it into the dining room anyway. "you sound worried."
he didn't mean for it all to tumble out. one second he was carefully folding his glasses and setting them on the counter and the next the words were flowing before he could even register them. "i don't like hiding things from you but i want to spend the rest of my life with you so— so i really don't wanna keep secrets anymore," he took a breath, deep and somewhat shaky. "i love you, so i need to tell you."
falling in love with her hadn't been an accident, but he hadn't necessarily meant to fall head over heels in the first place. it was all by chance that they hit it off so well, but clark had never been in a relationship long enough to even think about revealing his secret. this current relationship was long-term, he could feel it now, and he could feel it long before they had both made the commitment to get a place together.
she crossed the room, following the tail-end of his sentence until she stood across the counter from him. "i love you, too," she echoed, placing her hands between them. clark's hands reached to intertwine with hers, gently squeezing her skin between his.
"i'm, uh," he squeezed her hands again, this time a little tighter. "i'm kinda . . . superman."
to his surprise, she didn't even blink. he hadn't really prepared for it, but he expected her reaction to be one of shock. he expected confusion and her to need space and for her to do the head tilt thing he loved so much. all she did was stand still, eyes lowered like they always were, as if this revelation hadn't bothered her in the slightest.
"i know," she finally said, and clark looked more shocked than she should be feeling.
"you . . . know?" he said slowly, carefully, his thumbs circling patterns on her hands. ". . . how?"
"'cause you're not the one with a secret," she cracked a smile like it was nothing, leaning down to rest her elbows on the counter. clark was truly stumped, his mouth opening and closing, unable to voice a single thought that rattled above. "y'know that vigilante that's been cleaning up metropolis? usually at night?"
clark nodded.
"that's me," she flashed him a smile.
he paused momentarily. "but . . ." he didn't know how to say it in a way that didn't feel lesser-than, "you're—"
"blind?" she finished for him. he nodded and she shrugged. "technically, yeah, i am . . . but i can see in other ways. i was blinded by these chemicals as a kid," which he knew, "and they enhanced all my other sense," which he did not know. he just figured all her other senses heightened on their own from conditioning. "i can hear things over forty metres away, i can feel shifts in the air . . . all that stuff."
slumping into his chair, he hummed in thought. now that he thought about it, it made plenty of sense. the way he sometimes found bruises littered across her body and how she would say it was because she fell, but he had never witnessed her take a single tumble in all the time they had been together. how sometimes she caught a glass before it smashed to the floor and chalked it up to luck.
"that's crazy . . ." but he sounded impressed, trying to push away his worry now that he knew she put herself in harms way. he could save that discussion for another time. "you amaze me more and more everyday."
it felt natural to stand there now with no more secrets between them. if anything, it brought them closer together with one more thing in common. something only they knew about each other and could keep from the rest of the world.
it was only when they both curled up on the couch with an old album playing faintly from the record player that clark brought it up again. "could you tell because i was a bad liar or was it because of your secret powers?"
she just smiled, nestling further into the warmth of his side with jane eyre in her lap. "both," she said and he snorted, "but mostly 'cause your heartbeat changes when you lie." they lapsed back into the peaceful evening with promises to talk about it all another time.
LOVE UR WORKK DOWN OMG PLEASSE i need a scenario where daredevil!reader is walking home after work and she’s about to get robbed because they think she’s an easy target. but obviously she takes care of it herself cause she’s her yk. and this can happen not long after her whole confession with clark. boom zoom out, we get to see clark fully witnessing all this from afar because he was about to step in but he just stays floating in the air somewhere because he’s stuck watching her in awe seeing her in action.
HELP SORRY IF IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE ITS JUST A GIST YK
.ೃ࿐ EASY TARGET
summary — clark knows his girlfriend can handle herself. he's just never experienced it until he witnesses her deal with getting robbed on her way home from the office.
pairings — clark kent x daredevil!reader
pronouns — she/her
word count — 1503
note — thank you so much i'm glad you're enjoying <33 your request made perfect sense dw, i was really excited about this one! masterlist for daredevil!reader here
CLARK DOESN'T WATCH HIS girlfriend when she walks home from work. he's protective but he's not a stalker.
he has enough trust in the good of the people and the fact that he now knows she basically has superpowers makes him feel a lot more at ease.
until tonight, that is.
it's not exactly nightfall yet but the sun has begun to set ever so slightly, casting a light golden glow over metropolis. she's on her way home from the office like most days when she doesn't have to be in and out of court or working from home.
the tapping of her white cane was rhythmic, fake as it may be. sometimes it felt like imposter syndrome but when her name was rising through the streets of metropolis as one of the best lawyers around, it was hard to traverse the streets without it anymore. people were always watching now, even if they didn't interact, so she kept her cane close and used it as a guide until she was in the confines of her apartment.
nothing seemed out of the ordinary. people skirted around her as she walked, someone was kind enough to assist her in crossing the street ( clark had been saying there was still hope for humanity — it was times like this that she truly believed cynicism had not yet taken over entirely ), and it was overall just an easy, and quite lovely, walk home.
she was roughly one block from home when something felt off. heartbeats came and went as she walked, she had learnt well enough now to blur them into her background to not focus on them when it wasn't necessary. there were two particular heartbeats that had remained steady as she walked, neither one of them getting further away. no, they remained at the same pace away — one was quick, the other sounded like a history of heart problems. pushing her red glasses back up her nose, her lips pulled into a thin line as she took a detour from her regular way home.
the heartbeats followed. even closer now, she could hear their breathing, one calm, the other erratic. it was odd, and she had a feeling it was definitely two people trying to take advantage of the fact that she was blind. it all felt very sinister.
"okay," she mumbled, picking up her pace slightly, unnoticeably. she turned down a side street, head tilted to the side as she listened up ahead to find the perfect dead-end alleyway to deal with whatever was behind her. she found one and easily slipped into it, folding up her cane in a few swift movements and holding it behind her back. the footsteps grew louder, quicker, as the two following her shifted into heavy, masculine breathing. she held her ground and didn't move an inch as the men moved to stand on either side of her, blocking her way through the alley.
"are you lost?" the one on the left asked, and her head tilted in that direction.
"i think so," she sighed dramatically, pushing her glasses up to sit atop her head. "i lost my cane and i just . . ." she paused for dramatic effect, willing tears to blur her eyes until a few rolled down her cheek. "i— i don't know where i am . . . i think i took a wrong—wrong turn and—" she was laying it on thick, but the two men didn't seem to notice her acting.
"aw, baby," the man on the right inched closer, his shoes scuffing against the ground. it took everything in her not to flinch backwards, her grip on her folded-up cane tightening when his grubby hands reached towards her bag. the second she heard his hand rustle through the fabric as the other man closed in, she snapped, cracking her cane into the side of his head.
CLARK was enjoying the remnant warmth of the evening sun as it started to set across metropolis. it was nice to float up in the clouds after work, keeping an eye on things while waiting for his girlfriend to get home. things weren't too bad this evening — he helped a cat stuck in a tree and the little girl it belonged to offered him some cookies her mum had made as a thank you, and he helped an old man cross a busy street.
it was nothing major but he loved giving back to his community, to his people. stopping intergalactic threats were one thing, but just helping the general public felt so much better.
he was going to call it a day when he heard the familiar tone of her voice echo softly from his enhanced hearing. sweeping the grid of streets from up above, clark traced the sound to a route that was different from her normal way home. it was almost two streets different, and if he had known she wasn't a vigilante come nighttime, he would've worried that she had taken a wrong turn by mistake.
it took everything in him not to swoop down and intervene when he caught two men cornering her in an alley. he fought it entirely when she swung her cane into the head of the man reaching into her bag, and he couldn't help but smile softly when he backed away, watching as she ducked under the arm of the second man who tried to punch her. she punched him in the stomach in return, and when he keeled over, she slammed her cane into his back and stood back as he dropped to the floor.
the other man groaned as he charged back towards her, a little unsteady on his feet, and she swiftly unfolded her cane and tripped him with it, listening as he stumbled forward into the brick wall. clark watched both men go down with very little effort on her part ( seriously, he heart had barely picked up at all ) and then his smile grew wider when she shouldered her bag and walked out of the alley, leaving the two unresponsive men behind.
listening closer, clark waited for her to leave the alley entirely, her heels clicking against the concrete as she carried on her way home as if nothing had ever happened. "wow," he whispered in awe. shaking his head, he shook himself from his daze and waited a few seconds before flying down to collect both men from the alley, one in each of his hands. he knew there was a police station not too far from here, and so he flew off with them in that direction, the opposite way that she was walking to their home.
she heard him, unknown to him, and a smile of her own tugged across her lips as she listened to him communicate that 'these kind gentlemen here tried to rob a lovely blind woman' the distaste disguised on his tongue as the men were hauled into the station — something about them already having a BOLO on them.
"I'M HOME," CLARK CALLED out as he opened and shut the door behind him. her head snapped up from where she was standing boiling pasta in the kitchen, slowly stirring the penne in the boiling water with a spoon.
"was your trip to the police station fun?" she chuckled softly, setting the spoon down on the counter and facing the direction of clark's voice. "yeah," she said when she heard the hitch in his breath, "i heard you. i'm starting to think i've got better hearing than you."
"which is a little crazy," clark rolled his eyes, a loving shine in his eyes as he wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. "i can't believe you did all that in heels— i mean, i can believe it because obviously you're incredible but i don't think i would be capable of something that cool."
she rolled her eyes, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his lips. "what? like it's hard?" she teased. "but i appreciate you for cleaning that mess up for me."
"yeah . . ." clark grinned, "i think there would've been more questions if the police realised it was you who dealt with it."
she shook her head with a gentle laugh. "i'll let you take all the credit for my heroism or whatever. classic journalist."
he snorted uncharacteristically at her comment, so much so that he had to break away to cough to get his breathing back on track.
"and i am going to shut my mouth because i know better than to argue with a lawyer," clark said, leaning against the counter as she moved back to stirring the pasta. he leaned over to turn the heat down, and she listened to determine how low it was now.
"a lawyer that's your girlfriend," she corrected, pointing the spoon in his direction. clark just shook his head, his silence one of agreement, and instead he turned the dial on the vintage radio they kept beside the coffee machine, familiar static song filling the air.
clark with daredevil reader where she fixes his tie for him and he’s like “you can’t even see how do you know it’s askew” and she’s like “i know you, i can sense it”
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summary — her enhanced senses be damned, clark can't work out how his girlfriend knows that his tie is all wrong.
pairings — clark kent x daredevil!reader
pronouns — she/her
word count — 821
note —i love this idea dearly <33 masterlist for daredevil!reader here
THE DAY OFF WAS one that had been a long time coming. with most of her larger cases either wrapping up or awaiting trial, she could finally do the mundane things that had been pushed aside for so long.
clark didn't have to be at work until later in the morning. he was yet to leave their bed, the blinds pulled open to let the early morning yellow sun soak into his skin like a comforting blanket of warmth. it was nice when he didn't need to sleep, to just lay there under plush blankets and pillows and wait for the sun to paint an amber hue across their bedroom, tainting his bloodstream with golden glitter to match.
it was as blissful as it could get, and some of that bliss came from the fact that this wasn't a typical morning in their apartment. a typical morning consisted of quickly making enough breakfast for the both of them, clark brushing his teeth while she did her hair and then vice versa. sometimes she picked his outfits based on touch and he picked hers based on what he knew would make her the most confident lawyer in a courtroom. they'd been subtly matching recently; the other day he wore a light purple tie and she had light purple cufflinks. today she had her red high heels sat with her briefcase by the door (just in case she was called in to the office) and he was most likely going to find something in his half of the closet to match.
this morning was an anomaly. soft jazz floated through the rooms like a gust of wind, bouncing off every wall and stretching through to their bedroom. it was coming from the record player he had bought her so long ago now, he could hear the faint scratch of the needle — a gentle reminder that he needed to replace it sometime soon.
when the record stopped and he heard the rustle of her flipping it over, clark was up and dressed in no time. he opted for a more creative tie today: a black one with faint red patterning. he paid less mind to it than he usually did, almost tripping over his feet in heading out into the lounge room. his lovely girlfriend was folding the blankets they used last night while watching a movie.
she didn't turn around. "your tie is wrong."
clark paused, his footsteps ceasing. "huh?" he choked out, blinking rapidly as if that would help make sense of how she could tell at all.
"your tie," she repeated, setting the blanket down on the edge of the couch and turning around to face his direction. "it's crooked."
his eyes narrowed at her, "you can't see it," he pointed out the obvious, "and also you weren't even facing me . . . how can you tell?"
she was right, of course. he put on his tie quickly so he could rush out to greet her a proper good morning before he had to leave. it was incredibly askew, something he was going to fix before he walked into the office but the fact that she could tell was still astounding.
"i know you," she chuckled softly, crossing the room and falling into his arms, enveloped into a large hug that had his heartbeat echoing in her ears. "therefore i know it's messed up. i can sense it."
"oh, you can sense it," clark scoffed out a laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before releasing his arms from around her. her hands found his tie instantly, feeling the messed-up fabric under the pads of her fingers.
"yeah," she rolled her eyes, a smile tugging across her lips. "tell me you don't go into work looking like this . . . i have a reputation to uphold; can't have you showing up to work with your tie all fucked up."
"mhm," clark's lips pulled into a thin line like they always did when curses left her red-stained lips. he bent down to kiss them instead, swallowing her words and ridding them of evil. "and i have a reputation to uphold, too," a teasing grin pasted across his face.
"oh, yeah?" she hummed, eyebrows raised. "and what's that?"
"to have a severely messed up tie."
she sighed but her smile said a thousand words. it was of the same warmth of the sun, one so bright and fuzzy that it was hard to believe there was a time she was so cold towards him. she was a thousand yellow suns all wrapped up into one just for him.
"there," she rolled her eyes, stepping back with a gentle shake of her head. "all fixed."
"yeah?" clark's hands moved to sit on her hips. "so if i mess it up again you're legally obligated to fix it for me, right?"
"hm, guess so," she shrugged, pointing her finger into his chest, "but don't you dare."
Can you make HCs of the zteam with gn! reader who is blind and partially deaf, but can still hold their own?
Like, most peeps would think reader is as helpless as a baby, but reader can surprisingly take on multiple people with powers at a time because they've learnt to sense vibrations, air shifts, smells, and meanings of different sounds.
I can imagine Invisigal trying to scare/attack reader, but it wouldn't work because reader can't see anything else anyway.
Reader is usually strict but also just.
This is all, thank you for your time!
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born with many defects, and in NICU, your chances were lower then normal infants. beating the odds has always been your saving grace, so not being able to see and barely having any form is hearing was genuine hell. there were some perks, your sixth sense grew stronger throughout the years and you even became a lawyer. you’re fighting for those who can’t do it themselves, but when your scouted out in a dark alley during a more difficult fight— things change when you’re finally given a team.
this has got to be one of the worst teams you’ve been apart of, and there’s been a lot of team ups you’ve done over the years. ex-villains, sure as long as their trying and genuinely wanting to become something better; but holy shit they didn’t listen to anyone, not even their dispatcher whose supposed to control the team. you were feeling like you’re the only genuine hero, never sabotaging anyone else’s mission or messing around. you took things more serious on the field and the Z-team took notice, one small prank from flambae was all it took for you to snap. a day no one would forget, and things began to clear up— no more sabotaging, or disruptions were heard as much anymore. robert genuinely thinks you crashing out on the team helped them grow a little more.
nothing was known about your day time job, sometimes you were excused from being sent on missions due to your employment, the team wouldn’t even see you for days at times. when they would ask you about it, you smile before walking off. knowing everyone, they wouldn’t let it go until you’d crack once more. a few disguised themselves as somewhat normal citizens, others had more unique costumes. sonar wore a michael myers mask to conceal his face, while malevola wore green body paint and put sunglasses on her sword. when coupe spotted the others, she gave them a judgement side eye before asking— “why dress up if they can’t see?” some still kept the outfits because they weren’t refundable. some followed slowly behind you, watching as you changed into an alleyway; walking back out, you held your briefcase and strolled up the stairs with your cane in the other hand, a modest and professional attire on your body. all it took was one search of your real legal name and there you were, a famous lawyer. the more prism researched on her phone, the more information she found out as you were currently in court right now defending frank castle, a vigilante going by the name of ‘THE PUNISHER.’ no one would’ve guessed you picked THIS as a career, honestly they thought you would just lie about being employed.
the genuine shock you had, shivers running up your spine as you heard steps from behind you. “objecti—“ you stopped mid sentence, breath hitched as you heard steps walking before sitting down. you recognized each and every step, counting 9 new listeners who’ve just walked in mid court. you gulped before standing up, sweat beaming down your cheek as you cleared your throat, continuing. “objection your honor.” the judge hummed, “sustained.” you walked over, hands clasped together as you explained the new evidence and suspicion you held. “ladies and gentlemen, frank castle is actually a good man. he just, he doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong anymore, and he doesn’t need punishment for that, he needs help.” you held a calm mentality, before frank spoke up. “your honor.. can i say something?”
it took 2 minutes for your entire career to go downhill, and all you did was have your hands on you hips and listen as frank was screaming and dragged away. you stood there, dissociating yourself for a few seconds before you followed frank, muttering something into the man’s ear. he turned slightly pale as he was continued to be dragged off, you began walking back and packing up your suitcase silently, listening as people evacuated the courtroom. your sighed and stood up, picking up your coat before walking out of the courthouse— a hand was placed roughly on your shoulder as you heard flambae hiss out; “i’ll buy you a drink.” later that night you were spotted leaving with robert, in his arms as you tried to avoid any cameras your way.
invisigal had a plan, and she that plan was to stalk you after work. she knew her abilities wouldn’t be as useful since you already can’t see/barely hear, but she was testing your own skills to see if you live up to the rumors widespread about your vigilance persona. no one else knew about her little scheme, so when you were dismissed she decided to take her half an hour break. using her invisibility, she began to follow you whenever you walk too. what she didn’t expect was for you to go down a rather dark alleyway, she followed suspiciously— taking a hit off her inhaler before walking deep inside the void. she had lost you, looking around as she let go of her breath, revealing herself before being body slammed into the wall. “FRANK! I KNEW YOUD ESCAPE—“ you screams were cut off as you heard her yelp and trying to fight back, before you quickly got off of her. “courtney?! what the hell are you— were you following me?!” you yelled at her, all she could do was stare up at you while you looked up at the wall. forgetting you’re blind, she snickered to herself as you couldn’t even face her; invisigals laughter was silenced as you picked her up and slammed her against the wall once more. “if you ever get involved with my afterwork activities, i’ll feed you to my roommate.”
over the course of three days invisigal was spotted with multiple different bruises or some form of cuts. you were also very suspicious, robert noticing the bruises your body had during the locker rooms whenever you’d change. he never confronted the either of you, something inside his stomach told him to leave the situation alone or else he’d get involved in something he shouldn’t. you on the other hand made a deal with invisigal that every once in a while you’d take her with on a personal mission, and she’d keep your little side quests a secret from the others.
robert was slightly suspicious of you, but when he saw you up and arguing with every inch of your life, he was taken aback with how serious you took your clients. robert even found out that you offered to defend mecha-man when he began getting into legal trouble, and that made him smile. he knew the two of you never met during his mecha-man days, but it meant a lot that you were so willing to defend him if he ever went to trial. you promised during one of your rougher missions that you’d take robert to new york, and show him why you left in the first place.
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“THE DEVIL DOESNT KNEEL BEFORE FALSE ANGELS.”
a/n: this is so bad idk why i made reader matt murdock that was what came to mind.. i hope u guys at least enjoy the mini marvel x dispatch fics
