Matt Murdock × Adelaide Watson : Daredevil has a heart too

The real Devil

People can be manipulated, they are so naive, so easy to sway with a few tiktok reels and so gullible and ungrateful. They tend to forget stuff easily. Like how they forgot the crimes of Wilson Fisk and appointed him the damn mayor of New York. 

"Why do we even save such ungrateful people?" I huffed late at night. "Three years, I spent three years systematically bringing down Fisk and his organization and exposed him. Every dirty little trick and people forgot? Seriously?!"

"We still need to help those who didn't want this, no matter how small the percentage," Matt ran his fingers though my hair as he spoke softly. "Well, you still need to help. I am retired. No more masks for me."

I looked up at him, kissed his chin and then settled back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

"I should have killed him," I muttered bitterly. 

"I think so too," Matt agreed. "Wow! Marrying you has changed me!" 

I stayed quite, not telling him that Fisk was trying to visit me at my office and even sent baskets of goodies as a peace offering, or that I was being followed by several men on the streets and a black car always seemed to be watching me and Natalie. I was sure it was Fisk who was keeping an eye on me through his men and it was unnerving. One single rumor from his side and everything would collapse. 

"For the better, I hope," I joked.
Matt chuckled. "For the better."

Next day -

I walked into my company building, heading straight to my room as the CEO. Upon entering I noticed Fisk standing behind my desk, staring straight at me with a smile.

"How the hell did you get in here? This is private property," I said as I took off my coat.

"I am the Mayor of New York, I can just walk into places I deem are hiding criminal activity," he smiled widely.

"Your smile is creeping me out, stop that. And I hope you found next to nothing in here cause let me remind you, I was never the criminal," I smiled back sweetly.

"Manhattan Prep, private school, early morning classes that end at twelve in the afternoon, silver shiny backpack, and a badge that reads Natalie Watson-Murdock. I get daily reports from my men," he waved his phone in the air.

My expression changed. "You know what I am capable of Wilson. Don't make me do something that will ruin everything you love."

Fisk chuckled. "I am not that old underground boss anymore, I am a respected Government Official with far more resources than I ever had in life!"

I tilted my head, "Then let me say, it's my turn. Weekly therapy sessions, Upper West Side, Dr. Ochoa. Marriage counseling. I get my reports too."

His smile dropped.

"There are two things you hold dear, your wife and your reputation. Something about counselling says trouble in paradise. What's wrong Fisk? Vanessa finally being fed up of you? And what if I leak this to the press? I have pictures. The headlines will dominate for weeks," I walked closer to him. "The Mayor of New York who preaches about family values and peace and unity is facing troubles in his own personal life?" Not very noble of you then." 

In an instant he held a pocket knife against my neck. I just smirked. "Go ahead, a murder charge won't look good on you." 

He nicked me just a little before walking away, "I will end you." 

I scoffed as he left, grabbing some tissues to dab at my wound. A simple band-aid sufficed. I sat at my desk, uploading the cctv footage to my backup folder. The cameras caught everything. 

Then I assigned Natalie a protection detail that would trail her home from school, keeping her safe yet not letting her know of their existence. They were all a part of the mafia so I knew she would be safe. Besides, she has been trained to fight fiercely by my mom. 

At 12:30 pm I got a text that Natalie had reached home safe. I sighed as I used the rest of the time to dug deep into Fisk's financials. Where was he getting his money from?  When I had destroyed his corporation, I had effectively drained him. Unless he had some cash stashed away. The Money trail led back to art auctions. Stolen art, forgery and even genuine paintings that fetched him a continuous stream of wealth. And it was all being done by Vanessa. 

"Wow," I exhaled as I went through her financial records next. She had become little miss matriarch who was handling everything. No wonder they were going to therapy. No matter how much Fisk loved her, he wouldn't like it if someone else took control but given the fact that he used to be in jail before being the Mayor, he had forced to let her run his broken empire and Vanessa had successfully regenerated it from scratch. 

But one thing stood out; she had to have help. Fisk's once glorious kingdom had been burned to the ground. Vanessa would have needed massive amounts of funds to recover the reputation and company. Someone helped her and I was determined to find out who. 

I closed my laptop, getting ready to go home. Instead of taking the car I decided to walk to the apartment since it was not that far away. The weather was great and the sky was filled with dark clouds and I wanted to enjoy the strong winds. I left the company building taking the sidewalk, watching more murals being painted and posters being hung, singing praises about the Mayor. 

As I walked closer to my apartment I could feel someone tailing me. I kept walking, not giving whoever it was that was following me a chance to know that I had noticed them. I put my hands in my coat where a gun rested, my fingers grasping the handle. I was just a block away. 

As I turned a corner, someone grabbed my arm, dragging me into a dumpster alley. It was the same man who was present at the courthouse. The person tailing me walked right into the alley followed by three other men. They had their weapons drawn. I took out my gun, pointing it at them but the man beside me stopped me. He lunged at them, knocking out two of them immediately while he singlehandedly fought off the rest of them. It took him just five minutes to beat them all up before he stepped back. 

His strength was something no human could have, this was beyond any training. 

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously. 

"Natalie grew up to be perfect," he whispered, his hoodie still covering his face but his voice brought back painful memories. 

"How do you know how she grew up to be?" I asked, my heart pounding. Deep down I already knew who this was. 

"Protect her and I will do the same. You stay safe too. See you next time Heidi," he said before running away. 

No one had used my first name for years, not even my mom. Only one man had ever called me Heidi. But he was dead. And the dead can't speak.