Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

9. Bitter Company

"Sorry, what?" Matt mentally returns to the Café, shaking away his thoughts.

"What's the deal?"

"Uh, about your morning call-"

"It was very unprofessional of me, won't happen in the future-" you begin, but Matt puts his hand on yours across the table, shutting you up mid-sentence.

"It's all right... I... We appreciate it a lot, but we decided to take the case nonetheless of what people think. And we need you to look at a couple of things from your firm's database." Matt says softly, feeling the twitching of blood under your skin.

You look at his hand on yours, so warm, so...scarred. Bruised knuckles that had barely healed from the previous time, the skin is soft, but looks so rough and wild, so-

"Will you help us? For the sake of justice... I'm asking this not as a fellow lawyer, but as a friend, y/n."

You blink a couple of times. "But we're not friends, Murdock." You force a smile, taking back your hand to yourself. 

"For Foggy?" he tries.

"Well, is he here?" You ask in a bitchy tone.

"Please... I'll pay you." Matt pushes further, you almost spit out the coffee.

"I don't need your money. Just give me a good reason why should I help you, the man who almost ruined my career. Other than 'justice'." When memories arose, you despised that word and your Lady Justice statue so much, that you wouldn't hesitate to throw it at someone.

Matt takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes, and then puts his hand dangerously close to the plate of the cup. "I can't let another innocent person sit behind the bars. I..." He falls silent, vacant eyes wander somewhere outside the Café, you give him a hard look, noticing how weary he looks.

You sigh, "thought so. I can try to look something up, but." You pull out your laptop, "you owe me, Murdock. Big time."
Matt smiles, and stands up, coming around the table to sit next to you, invading your personal space. Inhaling sharply when his thigh presses against the cut of your skirt and exposed bare skin, you open your computer, trying to pretend that nothing happened. Matt notices the change in your breathing and almost manages to hide his smirk. Sometimes being physically close to someone is exactly what helped him to get what he wanted.

"Okay, what do you need?" You open the archive database, stealing a glance at your and Matt's thighs pressed together on the small couch.

"Union Allied. Everything on them." He says, and a gust of wind, created by the words leaving his mouth, tickles your neck. 

You type in the words, waiting for a moment. "Established last year, owner is not publicly displayed... Repairing the damages in Hell's Kitchen... Former secretary, Karen Page, killed her colleague just about a day ago."

"That's it?" Matt furrows his eyebrows in thought.

"Uh, buying some construction related stuff, selling-" you wait for the sake of dramatic effect, "absolutely nothing."

"There has to be more." He leans on the table.

"Nothing else. No name of the owner, nothing."

"Okay, what about that Daniel Fisher?"

"Fisher, Fisher, Fisher..." You mutter under your breath to yourself, the thing you picked up to do while still in school and your computer was slower than a fucking snail. Matt's lips twitch a little, but he refrains from any comment, afraid that you might take that personally and leave him.
"Fisher, Daniel, 35-year-old, deceased. Has worked in the Union Allied since its beginning, previously worked in another construction firm, was responsible for purchasing and delivery of materials on time. Married Jennifer three years ago, no children."