𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

for you I would ruin myself- matt

A silence lingered over the precinct as Matt Murdock walked in through the doors, all eyes either fleeing to him in an instant or avoiding him at all costs as his cane clicked against the floor, room so quiet that it created an echo. He stilled at the front desk, signing the release papers that were slid in front of him before the officer directed him towards the desk you were currently cuffed to.

"Castle," he breathed once his steps led him to you, needing no real evidence of your whereabouts in the first place, he'd known exactly where you were as soon as that door shut behind him, the familiar essence of you practically seething through his system, intoxicating him as he tried his best not to show his frustration.

"Murdock," you tried, thankful for the control in your voice, offering a knowing smile to the officer that was very quickly getting to work on removing the metal clasps from your wrists, knowing better than to make Matt wait for you. "Thank you, Harry," you mused with a smile so false it would nauseate you if it had no purpose. "Send my love to the missus," you smiled, paying no mind to the way Matt's fingers dug into the precise spot the cuffs had been clinging to, guiding you out of the police station so quickly it might as well have been on fire.

"That's the third time this week," Matt grunted once you were walking at a steady pace down the street, keeping his hand on your arm as people parted for you and him to pass. "Stealing from the houses you nanny in? Really, Y/n? It'd be comical if it wasn't so damn idiotic. You can be glad no one has pressed charges yet," his teeth were gritted, lips drawn into a tight frown as you shrugged, movement felt against his shoulders as you looked in front of you.

"Trust me, Matthew, if you could see this pretty smile, you wouldn't lock me up either," Matt was surprised by the lack of guilt in your voice, the lack of regret. He knew there was some point behind your actions, knew it was a means to an end, but he expected some sort of semblance of the girl he knew to be hiding behind the ruse and it bothered him to no extent when he found none.

His actions were too quick for your mind to stop them, a hand tugging at your arm, cane abandoned, and fingers locked around your middle as he pulled you into an empty alleyway, leaving you no room to slither away as the hand on your stomach pushed you against the wall.

"What are you up to, Y/n? Does your brother know that you're spending your days stealing and purposely getting caught?" you scoffed, you knew, and he knew too, that any answer to those questions had no merit, not when the question he really wanted to ask was far from his lips. "Answer me, Y/n, does Frank know?"

"Not unless you've told him," you began, squirming lightly to test the waters, almost smiling when Matt's fingers spread out even more. "Have you told him yet, Matt?" you quipped, and he didn't answer, didn't need to, lips tilting into that same taste of disgust whenever you mentioned your brother. "Well then, at least I'm not the only Castle sibling being given the cold shoulder."

"Is that what this is?" he was the one to scoff this time, though the sound was empty, almost hopeful as he heard the subtle jump in your pulse, feeling your body stifle with an exasperated intake of breath, right under his hand. "Is that what you're doing? You're getting yourself arrested to get my attention?"

"I don't have to do that much to get your attention, Matty, don't flatter yourself," your tone dipped, filled with something that Matt couldn't place, though when you tried to get away from him again, he leaned forward, free hand moved to the wall beside your face, keeping you caged in as he listened.

"Alright, why then? You're being messy, sweetheart, reckless and it's not like you," another jump, quicker this time, he felt the air stiffen around you, heat creeping up your cheeks and he knew it was because of the pet name, it was always because of the pet name.

"Messy? Oh, that's right, Matt Murdock doesn't like messy unless it works for him, yeah? That's why you won't ask me out, isn't it?" and there it was, Matt's brows tugged down with the frown on his lips, the words were sincere, but they had a bite to them, it wasn't your usual quick-witted reply that was purely for show, it was real, it was hurting. He swore he could feel your eyes as they scanned his face, waiting for something, anything, any reaction to the shit you'd been up to for the last month.

"You know why I can't ask you out," he sighed, pausing when your hands stropped trying to pry him away, falling to his chest instead as you leaned back against the cold bricks behind you, trying to see as much of him as possible.

"Because of Frank? Because you're scared?" you pushed at his chest lightly for effect, but there was no hiding the way your words turned shy, turned soft. "Why won't you-"

"Because you bother me, sweetheart," he groaned, and you'd have jumped at the guttural sound if he wasn't so close, moving even closer as he shifted from having his arm outstretched to leaning against his elbow, making your chest contract from the sheer lack of space between you two. "You drive me absolutely insane and it's suffocating."

"Matty," you gasped in that little voice, the innocent one, the one that utterly terrified him because he knew damn well that he'd throw away every single thread of restraint and morality if he had to.

"Don't," he whispered when you moved your hands up his torso, so incredibly slowly, he felt like it might set him ablaze. "Please, Y/n, you've no idea how much control it takes to stay away from you, more than I thought was possible- more than I thought I had. Please, don't make this difficult for me?" it was like he was begging, a soft moan evident in his voice and you'd have missed it if his words weren't spoken but inches from your lips, you could practically feel the agony he felt staying away and you hadn't related more to a single thing in your life.

"I don't want you to stay away from me," you admitted carefully, as if you were dealing with a deer, as if you'd spook him if he knew how badly your heart aligned with his. "I don't want much of anything if it's not you, Matt. You're scared you'll ruin me?" you pushed, fingers digging into his collar as you tried to find his skin, tried to feel his pulse, and settle the playing ground. "Don't you realize that you already have?"

"Don't say that," he commanded but leaned into your touch, your delicate, heavenly touch as it guided him out of his head, out of his guilt, and right into your heart.

"It's true. I want you, all of you, all of the good and all of the bad. I don't care what it does to me, what I become for loving you. Just want you. And if that's so terrible then Frank could kill both of us for all that I care."

"He can try," Matt began, and he allowed his control to slip, daring to cross uncharted territory as he slipped his hand under your shirt, palm against your bare skin as he gripped your waist. "He won't get very close once you're mine. You get that right, sweetheart?" he mused, and you closed your eyes, your mind giving way to any coherent thoughts as his teeth nibbled lightly on your bottom lip, barely there, but it was enough to rob you of any glimpse of sanity. "Once you're mine, you're mine? I'm not letting you slip away," he explained and followed his previous gesture with a kiss so soft it shuddered through your entire body.

"Promise?" you demanded breathlessly, and he scoffed, nodding quickly, he felt the goosebumps as they rose on your skin, felt the way you melted into him as if you were meant to do nothing other than that and he was screwed. He knew it, and so did you. You were pure, you were everything about himself that he wanted to latch onto when he started being Daredevil, and he'd gladly sacrifice it all, he'd ruin himself if he could just keep you like this.

"Promise."