Later they might joke about this. About how this is one of those rare moments when Kate finds herself speechless. They're both too tired, probably too tired to be having this conversation to begin with, one with so much honesty and vulnerability.
It was Kate's heart who seemed to be doing all the talking instead.
Before she could say anything, she watched him groan, limp, finally moving away from the door. Kate took a step back, giving him room as she figured he was heading upstairs to thankfully finally get some rest. But she could also see his struggle, how he chose a closer spot by heading into the office. As Matt finally settled on a chair, Kate closed the door behind them, aware that Daredevil would be granted his privacy. Nobody but Karen would dare to interrupt that.
The place felt cold without any heating and, with only a single candle on top of a desk to guide her, Kate scanned the room in the hopes of finding some blanket, something to cover him up. But Matt spoke up again, leaving her speechless for the second time.
No, she had never heard about his past, about how some accident was to blame for the lost of his sight. Or how he had coped with it. With what he obviously considered his calling. Her heart broke into even more pieces of the fragments the last few hours had left her with. It broke for the scared little boy that he had once been, for the broken and lost man that he was now.
"Matt..." Closing the distance between them, Kate carefully placed her hands on each side of his helmet. She waited for any signs of protest. When he didn't, she gently removed the mask.
Talking to Daredevil wasn't an option. Not to those inexpressive scarlet eyes. Matt might not be able to focus with his own, but he was always attentive. And even if he couldn't see her back, she still always feels that those soulfull eyes somehow connect with her. Because he was the kinda guy who won't be offering you his back. He went out of his way to make people comfortable. Matt seeked that connection in every way he could.
"I'm not - I'm not gonna pretend I know you like Foggy did or like Karen does." Careful and almost with solemnity, Kate left the mask on the desk by their side, pulling a chair closer, until she was able to sit pretty much within his personal space. He had pulled her in first, sharing such intimate thoughts.
"But I know, I swear that I have no doubt, not even the faintest doubt, that Foggy believed in you. Karen believes in you. I believe in you too. Because --" Her fingertips ghosted over his face, just like his did before when he felt Kate's face for the first time back at the hospital. It had been a silent request, permission to let him see through her. Now, she asked of him the same thing as she cupped his face in the hopes that he'd listen, that whatever spark was still left in him would actually listen to what she had to say.
"Because you are all of those things. Yes, you wanted to kill Bullseye. Tonight I almost thought I lost you and trust me, I wanted to kill Fisk myself." Matt himself thought she had been joking, she knew he trusted she was a better person than that. But that was the raw truth. "This is who I believe that you are, Matt. Someone who can be full of rage and pain, but also the kindest person I know. One that can sacrifice himself even for his biggest enemy, because you are a good man. You are human, with flaws, but with such a big heart. Giving your everything for the people you care about. Your loved ones or strangers."
She stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs, aware of how the more she spoke, the more her voice broke. But Kate sounded as firm as ever.
"And if I can see that, I bet you, I bet you that without a doubt Foggy saw much more. He was proud of you, flaws or not. You are so much better than you allow yourself to believe. You deserve to forgive yourself."
For losing Foggy. For letting that darkness overpower him when pain took over. For doubting himself.
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Date: 2025-04-23 12:08 pm (UTC)It was Kate's heart who seemed to be doing all the talking instead.
Before she could say anything, she watched him groan, limp, finally moving away from the door. Kate took a step back, giving him room as she figured he was heading upstairs to thankfully finally get some rest. But she could also see his struggle, how he chose a closer spot by heading into the office. As Matt finally settled on a chair, Kate closed the door behind them, aware that Daredevil would be granted his privacy. Nobody but Karen would dare to interrupt that.
The place felt cold without any heating and, with only a single candle on top of a desk to guide her, Kate scanned the room in the hopes of finding some blanket, something to cover him up. But Matt spoke up again, leaving her speechless for the second time.
No, she had never heard about his past, about how some accident was to blame for the lost of his sight. Or how he had coped with it. With what he obviously considered his calling. Her heart broke into even more pieces of the fragments the last few hours had left her with. It broke for the scared little boy that he had once been, for the broken and lost man that he was now.
"Matt..." Closing the distance between them, Kate carefully placed her hands on each side of his helmet. She waited for any signs of protest. When he didn't, she gently removed the mask.
Talking to Daredevil wasn't an option. Not to those inexpressive scarlet eyes. Matt might not be able to focus with his own, but he was always attentive. And even if he couldn't see her back, she still always feels that those soulfull eyes somehow connect with her. Because he was the kinda guy who won't be offering you his back. He went out of his way to make people comfortable. Matt seeked that connection in every way he could.
"I'm not - I'm not gonna pretend I know you like Foggy did or like Karen does." Careful and almost with solemnity, Kate left the mask on the desk by their side, pulling a chair closer, until she was able to sit pretty much within his personal space. He had pulled her in first, sharing such intimate thoughts.
"But I know, I swear that I have no doubt, not even the faintest doubt, that Foggy believed in you. Karen believes in you. I believe in you too. Because --" Her fingertips ghosted over his face, just like his did before when he felt Kate's face for the first time back at the hospital. It had been a silent request, permission to let him see through her. Now, she asked of him the same thing as she cupped his face in the hopes that he'd listen, that whatever spark was still left in him would actually listen to what she had to say.
"Because you are all of those things. Yes, you wanted to kill Bullseye. Tonight I almost thought I lost you and trust me, I wanted to kill Fisk myself." Matt himself thought she had been joking, she knew he trusted she was a better person than that. But that was the raw truth. "This is who I believe that you are, Matt. Someone who can be full of rage and pain, but also the kindest person I know. One that can sacrifice himself even for his biggest enemy, because you are a good man. You are human, with flaws, but with such a big heart. Giving your everything for the people you care about. Your loved ones or strangers."
She stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs, aware of how the more she spoke, the more her voice broke. But Kate sounded as firm as ever.
"And if I can see that, I bet you, I bet you that without a doubt Foggy saw much more. He was proud of you, flaws or not. You are so much better than you allow yourself to believe. You deserve to forgive yourself."
For losing Foggy. For letting that darkness overpower him when pain took over. For doubting himself.