Matt Murdock Shorts

Over Protective

"Matt! You're home. I was so worried." You meet him at the door, cupping his cheek as he leans into your touch. The new angle gives you a better look at his neck and you see bruising starting to form. You tilt his head back to get a better look. "What happened?"

"I'm fine. It's not the worst thing that's happened to me."

You shake your head. "What am I going to do with you?" You stroke his cheekbone with your thumb.

He runs his hand up the length of your arm and takes your hand. "Spend time with me while I take a few nights off?"

"Are you serious? This sounds too good to be true."

He nods. "Yes." Little do you know that for him, this isn't taking some time away from being Daredevil. It's protecting the most important person in his city, you. After his run in with the leader of a powerful gang tonight, you're his only priority.

At first his plan works. He knows you want him to stop going out and fighting crime, so that's what he does. As he suspected, you haven't cared to leave his side except to go to work. As a few days turns into a few weeks though, you decide to have a night out with some of your friends.

"Where are you going?" Matt asks as he hears the sounds of your makeup containers opening and closing.

"Some friends invited me out, so I'm going to have a few drinks with them."

Matt's stomach sinks. The leader of the gang has no doubt been waiting for an opportunity like this and it terrifies him. "No."

You couldn't have heard him right. Maybe he's talking about something else, because you know he didn't just tell you no. "What?" You ask, not upset yet.

"You can't go."

Okay, now you're upset. "I'm sorry, what?" You laugh, still not believing what you just heard.

"Please don't go."

"Do you want to tell me why the hell not?"

Matt is quiet.

"Matt, I don't know what's been going on with you since you stopped fighting crime. You've always been a bit over protective, but this is getting ridiculous. I didn't want to say anything, but now you're treating me like a child and I don't appreciate it."

"I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be controlling. I'm just so scared."

You walk over and sit next to him. "What are you scared about?"

"I screwed up." You don't say anything, just give him time to sift through his thoughts. You figure it's better if he thinks about what he says next. "There was this guy I thought was helping his fiance. She's the leader of a gang. I beat on him, trying to get information on her but it turned out that he didn't know anything. He showed me where she worked and I confronted her. Long story short, she told me she would go after you and do to you what I did to her fiance, then keep you for leverage. I didn't want to scare you so I kept it to myself."

"So that's why you haven't been going out lately."

He nods.

"And here I was staying glued to your side because I thought you needed me. I was stupid to believe that you stopped simply because I asked you to. But nope! Turns out you put me in danger, so now you're hovering over me because I have a gang leader after me. I told you that you need to leave this to the cops." You stand and throw your lipstick in your purse before heading to the door.

"Y/n, that's not fair."

"I don't give a shit Matt. It's not fair that I put up with your bullshit, but you don't see me saying that every time you come home about to bleed out. You know, that's hard on me too."