We're more alike than you think

88. Matt Murdock

You stood outside his door. Hell's Kitchen wasn't exactly your area, but it was nice. Nothing different than the rest of New york. All the different areas linked to pride themself with some form of uniqueness, but from an outside perspective, it was all the same. Matt lived at the top of his building, so it had to be aloft, not shocking since he probably earned well as a lawyer. You took off your beanie and put it in your pocket as you knocked on the door. You looked down the hallway as you were waiting before Matt literally dragged you in the door within a second.

"Woah, what's the rush dude?" You asked a bit annoyed until you turned around and saw that Matt had must have been in a fight, cause he looked way more beaten up than what he looked like in the prison. You didn't know Matt that well personally, so you were a bit afraid to ask, but the guy still bloody marks on his face, and you couldn't just ignore it.

"What has happened to you?" You asked, he already had taken the beer from you and walked into his living room. You took off your jacket and shoes and stepped in. The place was gorgeous. It kinda reminded you of your own apartment, but with more character to it. It was a big purple light shining through the room which must be annoying to live with, but you were only here to visit so you could admit that you liked it. For Matt, it was probably not a problem either with the fact that he was blind. He opened the beer and sat on the kitchen counter.

"Just an accident from when I walked home from work," he said with a little smile before he took a sip. You already knew he was lying.

"That's bullshit, you don't get that kinda scars from a little accident," you said, walking over sitting on the other side of the counter. He smiled at you.

"Who said it was little," He challenged back. You rolled your eyes at him.

"I know a scar from a fight when I see one," You stated back. Matt was wearing a simple black t-shirt, black jeans, and dark red glasses. The glasses were for sure a bad attempt at covering one of his marks. This was probably why he didn't want you to come over, cause yes he would need to explain himself. He didn't look that excited about it either. You pointed the beer at him.

"I wanted to ask you in prison if you were one of us, a mutant?" you said with a smile before you took a sip of the beer. Ugh, beer was okay, but whiskey was definitely more your lane. Matt laughed low at your question

"No, I am not. I..I'm daredevil," he said. He knew it was no chance in hell that you would stop asking before you got a serious answer from him, so this way he got it out quickly. He could sense on your heart rate that you seemed surprised by his news. He took a deep sigh and stood up, grabbing a knife from the kitchen.

"I wasn't always blind. When I was little I came in contact with radioactive substances. I lost my sight, but my other four remaining senses get heightened to superhuman levels as my trainer would like to say." He said and threw a knife through the room that landed in the middle of a dartboard perfectly.

Okay, you would lie if you said that you weren't impressed by him. Seems like you were wrong about him in prison when you thought he couldn't fight, simply because he was blind. You were definitely being judgemental. You had heard words about daredevil and he wasn't exactly a very nice type of hero, he really fought with the devil inside of him. You had to admit that you liked it. With your background, a violent vigilant was refreshing from the rest of the superheroes. It gave more room for diversity. You took a sip and smiled.

"Impressive. I'm gonna call next time I need help," you said with a little laugh. Matt smiled weakly and sat down on the chair again.

"What did you wanna talk about?" he asked, getting back on track. You tilted your head and looked down at your beer bottle.

"Thaddeus Ross, he is still in charge of the raft, right?" You asked. You could see on Matt's body language that he seemed a bit confused about your question, rather than why you would ask it. He knew that you knew it, so this probably meant that you were fishing for something.

"Yes the general is still in charge" he confirmed tightening the grip on his beer bottle. You smiled, pleased by his answer. You stood up and started to walk towards the big windows. You crossed your arms.

"It would be really bad for him if a rumor started leaking about their inhuman treatment of mutants, wouldn't it?" You asked innocently. You had no clue where you had Matt, so you felt like you had to test the waters before you could be direct with him. He gave you a nod and stood up, and walked over to the couch.

"It's already circling around footage from when they drugged you in Latvia that has caused big problems for the government, if their treatment of you inside the prison leaked it would be career-ending for the general," he said, leaning back on the couch. You looked over at him from the windows and smiled. He was giving you all the right answers you wanted, but you were now unsure about if it was smart or not to give up your next move. You looked out the window.

"How much of a leverage on Ross does that give me?"