||Matt Murdock x Reader|| One shots||

Going against the devil: Part 1

A/N- Hey everyone! This one shot will be multiple parts, so don't get mad at me when this first part ends, as it is the beginning of a few. 

Warnings: Smut, Swearing (quite a bit), 

Just a reminder that anything written in italic is a memory. Hope you enjoy!

You walked swiftly through the hospital, pushing past paparazzi as questions erupted throughout the waiting room.

"Your client-" 

"Ms. Y/L/N-"

You made your way through the doors leading into the elevator, pressing the button to floor 5. Just as the door was about to shut, your business partner Jackson placed his foot in between the closing doors as he briskly walked in, standing next to you. 

"He pleaded not guilty." You said, shaking your head as you felt heat rush through your body. You placed your hands on your head as you leaned back on the steel walls of the elevator. "He pleaded not fucking guilty, Jackson."

"Y/N, calm down. We can handle this, it's all going to be fine." 

"It isn't going to be fine, Jackson." You sneered, looking over at him. "Do you not understand how serious this is? They're calling this the trial of the century. We lose this, we lose our jobs."

Jackson placed a hand on your back, pulling you into a hug. "Hey, hey, it's all gonna be fine." You looked up at him, he was wearing a small smile. "We'll talk to our witness and we'll see what we can do." He looked down at you. "We'll be okay, we won't loose this case." 

You took a deep breath as the doors open, releasing yourself from Jacksons grasp. "I really hope your right."

"I always am, Y/N." He said, walking behind you as he began to strip of his coat.

You walked straight ahead, placing your bag down along with your jacket so they could get searched. A security guard came up to you, hovering over your body with a metal detector in hand. 

"Do you know who's representing Mason Rose?" You asked, turning back at Jackson who was walking through the large metal detector. The security guard in front of you motioned for you to keep walking so you did, grabbing your coat and bag that had been searched. 

"Uh..." Jackson squinted his eyes as he thought hard. "Some Murdock and Nelson thing? Oh wait- Nelson and Murdock, that's what it is." 

You stopped walking, closing your eyes completely as he stopped walking behind you. You threw your head back in a groan, "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." 

"What? Why? What's wrong with them?" He questioned, looking at you suspiciously. Your reasoning finally hitting him. "Oh my God." He scoffed. "Murdock as in-"

"Matthew Murdock."

"Matthew Murdock as in?"

"The Matthew Murdock" 

Jackson laughed, placing his hand over his face as you both walked towards the hospital room. 

"Well doesn't this day just keep getting better." Jackson said. 

Matt Murdock. God, where to start. 

Growing up you weren't used to the idea of competition. You where always at the top of your classes, great at sports, and was the kind of person that could pick up anything with ease. You never had to worry about not being number one.