Find Home {Matt Murdock x daughter!reader}

The Real Demons {Chapter 6}

Warnings: mention of kidnapping, daddy issues lol, short chapter ;-;

Word count: 820

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"Explain to me your relationship with your father. You say you are close, but when you talked to him on the phone, you sounded resentful..." Fisk concluded, grimacing slightly. He's not wrong. He would be the first person I would ever voice my frustrations to about my dad. Maybe I'll feel better.

"He chose Daredevil over the ones he loved. It... it's complicated," I mutter, barely loud enough for him to hear. If my dad is still in the building, I don't want him to hear me.

Fisk nods, sitting down in a chair near me. "I understand. The relationship with my father was... complicated as well," he tells me. It was more than complicated. He killed his father.

I hesitate to respond to that, feeling his gaze on me, waiting for me to say something. Eventually, I settle on, "Oh."

Fisk glances over at a painting of blank sleet, white paint upon white paint swirled onto a white canvas in a useless and furtive effort to make nothing. Then he looks back at me, a glimmer of sadness in his eyes. "What about your mother?" he asked.

"I never really knew her. She left me with my dad when I was a baby and didn't show up until last year. I didn't even know she was alive," I explain, thinking of my mom's beautiful face and her lavender scent. It fills me with slight sorrow to think about her.

"Your life is full of tragedies. I would say to fix your relationship with him, but I don't know how much longer he could run from the law" he quips, chuckling a little, despite it not being that funny.

"Probably," I say, unsure of how to respond.

"Regardless, you still do wonderful in school," he says, but I already knew that.

"I have to. I want to go to a really great college," I tell him, not wanting to brag about which one. These few days I missed from school are probably hurting me enough.

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Fisk had explained to me days ago that his girlfriend, Vanessa was on the run from the law because the government wanted to get to him through her. But ever since he was cleared of any convictions, she was as well.

He just recently sent for her, wherever she was and today is the day she arrives. This has been an interesting kidnapping. I'll try not to get Stockholm Syndrome anytime soon.

She came in a helicopter on the roof, and Fisk brought me to meet her. She stepped out of the copter, her hair blowing everywhere due to the copter blades spinning around above. I look at Fisk, who has a fidgety stance to him, messing with his sleeves, shifting his weight between legs constantly as she walks up to us. He's nervous.

Vanessa also looks a bit nervous, but more in the panicky sense. She's wearing a flowy flower dress that goes down to her ankles, a sun hat on her head, and a pair of sandals on her feet. She looks gorgeous.

"Vanessa," Fisk breathed, giving her a small smile. Vanessa looks at me, a bit perplexed and out of the loop. Introducing me, he says, "This is Rylanne Murdock. She is the daughter of the Daredevil."

Still a little confused, she nods. "Nice to meet you, Rylanne. I am Vanessa," she smiles.

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Later that night, I locked myself in a bathroom, texting Foggy. I talked to him for days and frankly, I miss him. Foggy told me that his family just had Thanksgiving together and I can't believe I missed it.

His family basically embraced me and my dad as their own, so Foggy's nieces and nephews are my cousins. His family is my family. My dad might think he's alone, but he's got more people than he realizes.

Foggy tells me that he's trying to find a way to get Fisk back in jail so I can go home.

'You should run away if you can' his text reads.

'You know I can't' I text back.

'I'm literally so worried about you.' he tells me. I know he is. Literally a few rooms over is a major crime boss with psychopathic anger issues and violent tendencies.

'I'm okay. I promise' I say, leaning my head back against the door, looking up at the ceiling, which is very fancy.

My phone buzzes in my hand and I see I have a text from my dad. It reads, 'I swear on my life, I will save you.'

Tempted to ignore it, I set my phone down, but Fisk said he wanted me to patch things up with my father, even if he did say it in a way only a psychopath would.

Slowly, I pick up my phone, reluctantly opening the text and responding. 'Thank you.' It was all I said, but maybe it was all that needed to be said. Maybe that will be the starting point of a total fix in our relationship.

Maybe.

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A/N: i had serious writers block