The Devil on Our Backs*Matt Murdock*Daredevil x The Flash* Damned*

4) ...not BFF?

For all Vera looking like a total badass with no fear during the fight, it seemed she was gradually realizing what had happened here. By the time she giving her statement, she was really pale, shaking. The black officer she was friends with offered her a ride to and from a hospital and asked her at least twice if she was afraid of 'him'. They were talking rather lowly, but Cisco was laser focused on them.

His theory about Vera and the vigilante being friends – possibly with benefits – was getting less and less likely. He was getting vibes – well, not vibes vibes, but simply vibes – of an abusive relationship and it made him stupidly angry. She seemed like a really nice girl with spunk. Which could possibly be how she had got involved with the Devil in first place and then got over her head.

Cisco hated he couldn't tell the time frame of his vibes – the pictures he saw could be completely unrelated, months apart. She could have been happy to see him, stich him up and then being... close to him months after that and all of that could have been a while ago. Maybe she wanted out and he didn't like it and now he would be pissed at her for endangering her life and wanted to punish her for it, hurt her, no matter how illogical it seemed. The outlook of being beat up by Daredevil was sure a good reason to be a mess she was gradually changing into.

"Cisco!" Caitlin hissed and he blinked, snapping his head to her.

"What?"

"Stop staring at her!"

"I— I can't help it. She looks terrified. I-- I think she's afraid of him. The vigilante."

"Just few moments ago you thought they were BFF."

"Maybe they used to. I don't know. Look at her!"

"Well, she had a gun at her head. Maybe the adrenalin is wearing off."

"...let me through-" someone demanded rather loudly, a male voice with icy edge, and Cisco automatically turned towards that sound – only to witness some guy struggling to get through the cops at the entrance of the café. He wore round red glasses, so Cisco couldn't see his eyes, but the rest of his face was in angry and honestly a little desperate grimace. Also, was that a cane in his hand?

"Larkin, let him through," the detective, 'Brett' apparently, barked over his shoulder, making Vera jump.

"But this is an active crime scene-"

"For God's sake, just let him in."

The red-glasses-man smirked for only a fraction of second and tapped his way – yep, he was blind – to his salvation in a shape of the black cop.

Vera fumbled to her feet.

"Thanks, Brett," the blind man breathed, turning his head to the sound of chair scraping against the floor, slightly opening his arms. Vera fell into them, face burying to his chest and he immediately enclosed her in a gentle embrace, kissing the top of her head.

Alright, that was probably the moment Cisco actually should look away. So he did. Only to find Barry staring at them, mouth hanging open. Cisco glanced back at them, at Barry, at them, at Barry and raised his eyebrow. Why was Barry staring?

"I can't believe this," Barry whispered, amazed. Cisco was lost. What was he missing? "Matthew Murdock."

Cisco would swear the man winced at the name, despite Barry's low voice. Cisco squinted at the guy. Should the name ring a bell?

"Should I know who that is?"

"He's a lawyer! He's one of the guys who collared Wilson Fisk! They managed to somehow get detective Hoffman, who was part of the corruption, to testify against Fisk and then the evidence started to pop up. It was brilliant."