Matt Murdock Shorts

Someone Like Me

A/n: Kriptonian reader. Request from Angel_Archer
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The trouble with Matt's senses is that he doesn't know the truth. He can hear, he can smell, he can feel what's wrong with a situation, but he has no idea what's right. He hears your heart speed up before you lie, but he doesn't know what the truth is. If your body didn't read so differently from everyone else's, he would be worried about what you're not telling him. Well, between that and the fact that he still hasn't told you about Daredevil. Of course, he recognizes the need for secrets, and just from what he does know about you, he can guess that you have sound reason for yours. It doesn't mean he has to like it though.

"Y/n, do you know I've never seen you with a cold?"

You're caught off guard by that. Your first thought is: he knows. Then you realize that Matt's your boyfriend of two years and if he knew you were Kryptonian, he wouldn't play mind games. Okay, now that that's covered, you still need to give him an answer. A believable one with a minimal amount of stuttering. "Okay, well there's a few things that brings to mind. One, of course you've never seen me with a cold." Turn it around. Good. You mentally pat yourself on the back.

He throws his head back. "You know what I mean."

"I know, cheap shot. Okay, next off, that was literally the most random thing you could've said; and finally, of course I've had a cold." Lie. "Everyone gets colds." Truth. "Remember last winter when..." Almost a lie.

He shakes his head. "When what? I honestly can't remember ever being around you when you were sick. Not last year, or the year before that. Or even it being a reason you couldn't hang out when we first started dating." He leans in, lowering his voice. "I don't know if you noticed, but we've been hanging out a lot the last few years."

"Oh gee, it's not like we live together or anything."

He chuckles. "Really though. It's not fair."

"I don't know what to tell you, Matt."

-0-

"He just brought it up out of nowhere." You tell Kara.

"To be honest, I'm surprised he didn't pick up on it sooner."

"That's all you have to say?"

She shrugs. "I understand what it's like out there, but I'm an open book to the people close to me. You love Matt. You've trusted him since before you started dating. What are you afraid of? You know he won't care if you're an alien."

"Ugh. Why are you always right?"

-0-

"Foggy, I think y/n's hiding something from me."

"What makes you say that?"

"She's never had a cold."

Foggy stops what he's doing and stares Matt down for a minute before finally speaking up. "I know you can probably sense my stare in some creepy, invasive way, but I don't know if it conveys just how long suffering I'm being right now. I'm not even going to ask any of my questions or point out logic right now because I'm assuming you've come down from vigilante-land long enough to touch base with reason at some point this week."

Matt's caught somewhere between an exhausted laugh and a wince. He doesn't know if that particular wound will ever be something he and Foggy can talk about completely carefree. "Yeah, I know I sound crazy."