This Ain't No Choir

swimming in an Ocean that never ends

Karen's P.O.V

She began to fidgeted her pen back and forth on her desk chewing on her bottom lip slightly.

It was early morning in the New York Bulletin and Mitchell didn't try to question her why she had shown up so early. He noticed she seemed to need time alone and he respected that, he'd ask later but instead brought her a cup of coffee and she smiled politely at him with a thank you and took the cup sipping some and then put the drink down and it was back to the pen hitting. Damn it. He couldn't wait until later to ask so he did it anyways.

"You know Karen," He began as he pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and sat on her desk where there weren't any papers. She looked at him and stopped tapping her pen for a while before letting go of it completely on her notepad.

"Yeah?" She avoided eye contact and moved a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she let a sigh out that was more of a heart filled and empty sigh. A one Mitchell came to know what they were and how she felt on certain day's.

He sighed aswell and crossed his legs and crossed his arms over his chest, he looked to the back of the room before speaking again, "If there's anything wrong you can talk to me about it, you know that right Karen?"

She chewed on the side of her lip staring as the blank screen of her computer.

The clock seemed to tick and tick, the noise of the people outside shuffling papers around and printing machines doing there work could be heard and then the fucking sky decided to pour and it seemed Karen was losing her self in the anxiety and worry but more importantly self doubt of her self but more of Matt.

But after a long period of this silence that thankfully Mitchell had chosen to respect and let Karen her space to breath and think out what her response would be.

"I just-.. I don't get it Mitchell.. how can a man ask to be part of your life again? And just just... not be 'part' of it. I mean- am I over reacting? Am I thinking too much into this? I mean it's only been-" She laughed dryly but her boss could tell there was pain to that laugh and she shook her head with a forced smile. Her eyes seemed to be on the verge of tears as they seemed to be getting puffy and red around the edges.

"I'm an idiot right? I didn't let it get to me last time and all the other times because I was focussed on my...my work- and- but now he's back and I havn't- we hadn't seen each other for months- years? But now he's back and-" Another laugh and she shakes her head.

"But-" at this before she could continue Mitchell stops her right there and turns her in her chair to face him with a stern look but there was obvious worry and care he had towards his reporter.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave them a friendly squeeze.

"Listen Karen, and you have to listen well.
Matt isn't it? If he really wanted to be a part of your life he would make the effort. There is no excuse because everyone has atleast one second in there time to make for others or at least someone."

She looked away and felt her heart clench.

Because Mitchell didn't really know the full story. He didn't really know the real Matt Murdock. Because Matt Murdock was saving people not just in the day but at night. Because Matt Murdock dressed up in a costume with horns and called himself DareDevil. And Daredevil had a separate life, a life Karen couldn't be apart of because Matt wouldn't allow it and she'd only hold him back.