Matt Murdock Shorts

The Girl Who Healed Him... Again.

It's been weeks since you saw Matt, though you still try to keep in touch with him. He's been distant lately, but you understand. No doubt he has his hands full with his day job, his loved ones, and his self prescribed vigilantism. Still, you liked him the few times you went out, and it was nice being able to be so open about your powers.

It's as you're thinking on this when your knight in shining-no. Not even close. Your wounded duck comes knocking on the window. No white horse in sight. Not that you were expecting one, not since you met him. You were the one who rescued him after all. You sigh as you make your way over to the window.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Daredevil? Did someone manage to sever a major artery?"

"Maybe. I'm bleeding pretty bad from a cut on my inner arm. I'm lucky I was so close when it happened."

"Sit." You go to get some washcloths for the blood. When you come back you look over his arm. The blood should be hard to see against the red of the suit, but there's a steady ooze even with the tie he has binding it. "Matt you dumb fuck." You rip the arm of his suit so it's not in the way and take off the bind before placing your hand over the wound and healing it. "You know, I'd like to see you again without being elbow deep in your blood." You throw over your shoulder as you walk to the sink to wash your hands.

"I'm sorry. I know it's been a while."

You shake your head. "It's fine. It's not like I've asked you out recently."

"You're also not stumbling through my window at all hours of the night asking me to save you."

"Are you trying to make your case or not?" You chuckle. "Remind me not to hire you as my lawyer."

"I have no problem fighting for other people. I just have a hard time vouching for myself." He shrugs.

You nod, scanning him in all his vigilante glory. Red fabric torn on the arm, black armor clinging to him in all the important places. Tousled hair from where the cowl was sitting; tired eyes not quite meeting yours. "Yeah, I see that." You wrap your arms around yourself. "You should be more careful. You have people who care about you."

He senses your distress and strides over to wrap you in his arms. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you worried like this."

You run your hand up to cup his jaw as your eyes search his face. "Of course I worry. You need to stop putting such little value on yourself."

He just hums a presses his lips into a thin line.

"I mean it." You poke his chest. "And that means you don't get to stop coming to me for help because you don't want me to worry."

He nods. "I won't."

"Good." You run your thumb along his cheek before stepping out of the embrace to clean up.

"What time is it?" He asks.

"10:30. Why?"

"I was wondering. Could I interest you in out drinking Foggy while I laugh my ass off?"

"Anything to see you smile."

"Well, there is one thing that would make me smile like an idiot for the foreseeable future."

You raise your eyebrows. "Oh yeah; What's that?"

He walks over and pulls you close again. A sweet smile finds a place on his face, before he leans down, giving you time to register what's happening. His lips are tentative at first, just brushing over yours. It's not until he feels you kissing him back, that he melds his body to yours and kisses you in earnest. When he pulls back, he lives up to his word. He stands there in his Daredevil getup, grinning like an idiot. You lean against the wall and stare at him until he starts shifting, self conscious.