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

7) I do

Very long. Pretty violent. Quite dialogue heavy. And there's Czech, a little anyway. And even less French.

And we go back to Cisco's POV towards the very end.

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Vera didn't know how much time had passed. It couldn't be long, because she was still conscious for some reason, and obviously she hadn't bled out yet.

But being face to face with Wilson Fisk, being examined by his sharp eyes in creepy silence , it apparently made the time drag so slowly it was beyond words Vera knew. It didn't help that seven of his minions joined them in the room, silent guards, not daring to utter a single word either.

Wilson Fisk knew all too well what he was doing. Vera just wished to pass out at this point, because while she was still conscious, her mind was getting fuzzy and her tongue felt like made of lead.

And then the silence was finally broken and Vera almost cried in relief.

"You know, I can really appreciate loyalty. Keeping a secret like this, rather take it to your grave than betraying someone... it's admirable. I wish I had such loyal... accompanies as you are," Fisk noted, rising from his seat again. Vera blinked her eyes fully open as hearing Fisk's voice poked the Devil in her to wake up.

"Well, you're not getting me," she mumbled, her tongue feeling awfully heavy.

"Shame. I could use some of your skills too. The way you took care of my man..."

That sentence felt like a jolt of lightening into her brain.

What was he talking about? What man? What man had Vera taken care of? Was she hallucinating? Was he actually saying something completely dif-

No doprdele.

"Your— what are-- ... the man in the café-" she choked out, the realization hitting her like a train.

What. The. Hell?

"-was one of mine, yes. He should have just scared you, but he did have a permission to hurt you if he got close enough. He was obviously very incompetent for the job. I have to admit I was disappointed. I'm sure you would do better if given the same task."

Still dumbstruck by the news, Vera could barely speak. But she found just the line she wanted to say rather fast.

"Too bad you're not getting me then."

Wilson Fisk seemed confused at the statement and Vera would swear his head tilted to side a little in way too familiar gesture. Yep, totally hallucinating.

"I've already got you. And I still believe it truly would be a shame to take a life of a person with such a strong will and conviction. Tell me, Veronika," he almost pleaded, leaning closer into her space to intimidate her, perhaps. Vera wasn't sure she knew what intimidation meant anymore. "Why are you so devoted to the Devil of Hell's Kitchen? Do you love him? Do you act on those feelings? What does your soon-to-be-husband think about it?"

She only managed to respond with silence, too shocked by the turn his questions took.

"That sounds like a yes. You're bringing Mr. Murdock a lot of sorrow then. He really must care about you a lot if he's letting you to... worship another man in such way."

"I don't worship him," she spitted out finally, making Fisk's face light up.

"That's true. You helped to put the scared kids missing their idol behind bars of a mental institute. Does that concern you?"

Oh fuck you, are you trying to appeal to my consciousness now? You of all people?

It was embarrassing though, how precisely he addressed her feelings after Liam and the others of the Devil Worshippers had got locked up. The guilt at perhaps ruining their young lives...