Matt Murdock (Daredevil)

Chapter 15

He spent the entire night working up a way to apologize to you. 

He knew he'd crossed a line and given your history, a more sincere approach would be appreciated sooner rather than later. He told himself that he would see you the following night.

The last thing he wanted was for you to lose your faith in Daredevil. So the plan was to visit you at night as Daredevil, after he met you earlier today as Matt Murdock. 

His tutoring shift had just ended and when he got the message for you to see him, he knew you were upset and probably just needed to see his face. He paced, rushing over to your apartment. The second he got there he knocked.

"It's open."

He expected the tremble he heard in your voice. You were definitely struggling because you hadn't told him or Foggy about your meetings with Daredevil.

He stepped inside, ready to provide comfort. It was eating at him, because you did nothing wrong.

"(Y/N) are you-"

He flinched at the sound of something whizzing by his head from behind. He caught it easily, and when he heard your staggered breath in the background, he gripped the baseball in his hand, turning slowly.

"(Y/N).."

"It's you.."

Your voice held hurt, pain. At that very second he realized that he misread the entire situation. You weren't upset over the kiss, but the truth that you'd discovered.

"You have to believe me I never meant to-"

"To what!! Hurt me!! You played me Matt!! I told you everything and you just smiled and pretended! T-This whole time I've been scared to utter a word about your secret..about my own but you..you were just..just.."

You were crying and he tried to move closer. He made it within your general area and you shoved him back. He stumbled, dropping his cane and the ball.

"Are you even blind!!"

"It's not that simple."

You laughed, wiping at your eyes. You feel absolutely pathetic. You told him everything. Every embarrassing and terrifying detail of your life. From the moment he found out he could have come clean, but he just kept coming back, lying to your face each time.

It dawned on you that Foggy was probably just as in the dark as you. Had he known, you knew Foggy would never hide something like this from you. You feel like a complete idiot. How could you have met with him so many times and never figured it out.

His voice, damn it his voice was deeper, but the same.

Were you really that much of a fool?

"Do you even..care about me?"

You couldn't pick apart the lie from the truth.

"Of course I do, how can you even ask that?"

He looked hurt at the thought and you just stood there sobbing.

It was a lie, all of it.

You're miserable.

"I want you to leave."

"(Y/N) please just let me-"

"GET OUT!!"

You tried to fire a punch, but he caught it easily. You didn't give up. You tried to do anything, just land one hit so that he could feel just a piece of how you felt on the inside. 

He stopped every clumsy attack, holding you to his body as he sank to the floor with you. With your face pressed to his chest, you just cried right there in his arms.