Matt Murdock x Villain!Reader: Hero [1/3]

        You wondered why an abandoned warehouse on the far east side of Hell's Kitchen was the preferred location your boss chose to carry out the executions. It was a rather obvious place for such things to happen. The warehouses near the docks weren't used anymore for a reason that you didn't know and perhaps the isolated location was what persuaded your boss to choose this location. You didn't know really, but the cliche decision of picking such a spot annoyed you.

You were an elite assassin trained by some of the most deadly and secretive people on the planet. You were never given the luxury of deciding what it is you wanted to do with your life; all of that was chosen for you from a very young age. The only thing that you really were in this life was an expensive weapon that could be bought, sold or traded throughout the underworld of crime. There was nothing you could do to get out of this slavery you were forced to live in. You had tried to leave, just once, and the permanent scars littering your skin was enough to wise you up and make sure you never even thought about doing such a thing. Ever again.

"It's funny how you thought you could get away," Your psychotic boss said as he waltz into the room with two shiny weapons in her hands. "I understand why you did what you did, of course, but betrayal is unforgivable. Completely unforgivable so please stop with your pathetic pleas. It only makes me want to kill you faster."

Somehow along the way you ended up being sold to this women by your previous boss in the United Kingdom. The life you had been living in London had been a comfortable one though it had been a busy one. It was the complete opposite of the one you were living now. This women flaunted the amount of money she owned but you were rarely given jobs. The people who trained you made sure to break your spirit to the point where you took orders like a faithful and well behaved pet. None of your previous bosses had ever had a problem this fact, they actually appreciated it. But this women did not like the way you stood around and waited for an order. She was not pleased.

"B-But Cynthia-" One of the men began to plead.

"But Cynthia," she mocked before shooting him in between the eyes. The rest of the men flinched and lowered their heads as they coward. "Don't worry. You won't have to deal with this masked man any more. I'll send flowers to all your wives and toys for your children. I'm sure they're all better off without you."

You stood by her side, never wavering, as the gun shots went off and bodies fell to the floor. Blood splattered near your boots as you watched these men lose their lives. There were no emotions revealed in your exterior but deep down you were saddened. Most of these men got into this cruel world of crime to support their families. It was a waste of human life but you were no one to voice these opinions. No one would ever listen to you.

"You see, (Name). Men. Men can't ever do things right. They're stupid, one track minded beasts who cannot even be loyal to the hands that feeds them." The woman shook her as she turned away in disgust. "Men rule the world with the women pulling the strings from backstage. In this business, you rarely see powerful women. You never see that. You always see arrogant men. That's going to change if I have anything to say about it and you're going to help me."

Her lips were colored red to the extant that she resembled a clown. Her wicked grin was cast in your direction as she handed the guns to some of her goons and gestured for you to follow along which you did wordlessly. She had planned to continue to talk when you heard something. Instantly, you stopped walking and closed your eyes as you tried to pin-point where the sound had come from. One of Cynthia's men began to shoot in the direction that you had walked from and you turned around to see the famous Hell's Kitchen vigilante promptly fighting and winning against Cynthia's thugs.

You took a second to admire his fighting style. He had obviously been trained. His eyes were covered by a black mask which made you come to the conclusion that he didn't need his eye sight to fight. He most likely lacked that sense.

"If it isn't Hell's Kitchen very own vigilante. I feel honored." Cynthia began but was quickly cut off when you grabbed her arm and began to run.

The reason as to why Cynthia had purchased your services remained unknown to you but it was an unspoken responsibility you had to protect her life. She had enough thugs in the warehouse to keep the vigilante busy while you excited the building and headed towards the black SUV that belonged to the woman. She complained loudly about being interrupted as you shoved her in the car and patted the hood of the car to let the driver know that he needed to get as far away from here as possible. There were faint sounds of men getting beaten to a pulp before everything went quiet.

The door of the warehouse slammed against the metal wall creating a sound that echoed through the night; the only other sound was the black SUV's tires screeching. No one walked out of the door. You stood still trying to calm down your heart which beat excitedly in your chest. This would be your first fight in months; you knew he was near. Your trainers had corrupted your mind to the point where the anticipation of a fight was something that thrilled you.

All of a sudden a hand came up from behind you and wrapped around your neck. Your automatic move was to wrap your leg around his and send the both of you crashing to the ground with him receiving all of the impact. Your head snapped back so hit him in the face with your skull before you rolled off him and watched him quickly jump back up to a standing position. He seemed to anticipate your move before you made it. That caused the both of you to fight for what seemed like hours, neither one landing a hit. You switched from offense to defense as you caught his round house kick and used that same momentum to fling him a few feet away from you. Before he stood up you wiped your lip to find that it was bleeding and in only this little bit of time space, he managed to punch you hard in the abdomen.

You felt all the air leave your lungs as you blocked his next attack. The both you were kept dancing around each other; occasionally injuring each other this time. He was truly an admirable person. One with a choice and he had chosen to become this. The protector of Hell's Kitchen.

It wasn't your first encounter with him but it was the first time you fought him. The adrenaline in your veins was a feeling completely welcomed.

"Why do you do this?" You asked as you took a few steps away from him and lowered your hands. "Why do you defend this city?"

The question was simply something he had not expected but it did not mean that he would let his guard down, even for a minute. He did take this pause to catch his breath and he listened to your heartbeat to know exactly where you were.

"I defend the innocent people of this city from people like you. I want to make this city a better place." He spoke confidently though he had a sharp pain coming from his side. "I don't believe in senselessly wasting human life which is why I want to know where the children are. Are you going to tell me?"

There was something different about you; something strange that he had given much thought about but could not figure out what it was. He had many encounters with you though you were always dragged away from the scene with that ridiculous clown women as soon as his presence was known. There was no hesitation once you were given an order but during the times that you weren't ordered around you were sympathetic. He had witnessed you release a kidnapped women when no one was around and he was sure you were given a punishment for it.

He sensed that the tension in her shoulders relaxed and you took a step closer to him, cautiously. He didn't move from where he was. He could clearly hear the scraping of your boots as you walked closer and he was fully ready to dodge and deliver an attack at any time. You stopped only when you were a foot away from him, staring at where his eyes would be if they weren't covered.

"Are you going to save those children?"

"Yes," was his immediate response. "If you tell me where they are, I will save those children."

Silence followed his sentence and he could feel the conflict you were going through. Telling this man where the children were would be considered betrayal by Cynthia and betraying her meant death. But if you kept silent, those children would be subjected to go through the same horrible things you were forced to live in as a child. There had been no vigilant hero to save you when you were a child but there was a savior for these children...

"10th Avenue, West 44th Street." You spoke in a whisper. "It's a white building. They're being horded in the basement."

"At what time to they leave?" He asked.

"They leave in the morning. You have time."

It came as a surprise to him when your heartbeat came to his eyes sounding hopeful. You weren't afraid of any punishment that could be given to you by Cynthia. What could she conjure up that you haven't already lived through? But the thought of these children being saved made you feel happiness; something you rarely felt. You didn't smile but you let that warmth spread through your body before you noticed that he had already left.

If only you had been lucky enough to have a hero save you. Things could have been so different.

         By the time that sun rose over Hell's Kitchen all of the children had been rescued. The masked vigilante had trusted your words knowing that you were being truthful and now all those children were in the process of being delivered to their parents. Cynthia had been furious when she heard of these news. She did not think about blaming you as she dealt with equally angry clients that wouldn't be getting that they asked for. In her fit of rage, she had given you permission to leave what she called her head-quarters and return to the apartment you were given to. There weren't many things in your home except what was absolutely necessary. You didn't lead a stable life. You couldn't afford to live richly when at any moment you could be placed on a plane being shipped far away from here.

The injuries you had received from the fight were few and none were too serious which was pleasant for a change. Your reflection stared back at you in the mirror as you gathered up all your hair in your hands and craned your neck to see the huge bruise from where the hero had grabbed you. The light from the bulb glared down at you as you let your hair fall back around your shoulders. The bruise would heal sooner or later and the pain could easily be dulled by pills.

You walked towards your kitchen and opened a cabinet where you got out a small bottle of pills and opened it before taking a couple out and placing them in your hand. You got a bottle of water which is one of the few things found in your refrigerator and drank the pills. Another noise reached your ears and you silently opened a drawer to get out the largest knife you had. Someone had come through the fire escape.

You slowed your breathing down to calm your heartbeat and as soon as you heard the footsteps enter the living room, you threw the knife and it sliced through the air hitting the wall right next to the head of the masked man. He had heard the knife coming in his direction and evaded it with skill.

Your eyes narrowed at the man. You held very little trust toward that man and you were sure that he felt the same towards you. He had saved the children like he had said he would and that was respectable. But you were not on the same side as he was; this was a fact that both of you knew.

"You saved the children."

"Thanks to you."

"I didn't do anything."

"You did more than what you think," he said as he took a step towards you. "Why did you help me?"

"You knew that I was going to help you."

"Did I?"

"Yes. I didn't end up like Cynthia's other thugs. You went easy on me when you knew you didn't have to. Is it because I'm a woman?"

"It's because you're a good person."

You chuckled humorlessly and stared at the masked man with disbelief in your eyes. How could he say such a thing when he knew nothing about you? No one knew anything about you. None of your bosses had every taken the time to know you and you didn't have friends in this profession. How could he say that you were a good person simply because he noticed you a couple of times as he took out gun carrying hooligans.

"I am not a good person." You replied.

"I seem to think otherwise. You wanted to help those children and if it had been up to you those men wouldn't have died today even if they supposedly deserved it."

"How observant."

"Thank you," his head tilted to the side as if he heard something but ignored it. "Why are you working for Cynthia's syndicate?"

"Why are you asking so many questions? You sound like a lawyer." You told him as you moved passed him and the wall where the knife had been buried to. 

You pulled it out of the wall.

If he was here to interogate you because he believed you to be a good person then there was no reason to fight. His posture noted that he wasn't looking for a quarrel either. Sensing that you had the knife in your hands again made him turn in your direction. To prove that you didn't want a fight you placed it on the floor and kicked it over to him. He stopped the sliding knife with his shoe.

"Another reason to think you're a good person." He gestured to the knife beneath his shoe. "If I ask you again will you answer?"

"I don't have to answer any of your questions. I helped you this once that does not mean I am good. I gave you the knife because I don't want to fight, that doesn't mean I am a good person." You answer as you move to sit down in a barely used sofa in your living room. "I am not on your side. I will kill you if I must and I won't feel an once of remorse."

Your heart beat stayed steady as you said this and Matt didn't have a doubt that you could carry out your threat. But as a lawyer he couldn't help but ask questions. There was more to you than being a simple thug. He wanted to know what. He wanted to help you.

"Why are you working for Cynthia's syndicate?" He asked again. "You do realize that I could have the police here within minutes. You're a wanted women."

"I'm not as wanted as Cynthia. Go ahead and call the police if you want too." You leaned back onto the sofa.

This had been the first time someone offered to listen even if it wasn't directly. This could possibly be the only chance you got to take all the burden off your shoulders with someone who actually cared to listen. But he was a hero and you were the obedient robotic killer.

"I was sold to Cynthia, if you really want to know." You said after he stood in the middle of your living room in silence for ten minutes. "You're very persistent."

"Why were you sold to Cynthia?"

"When I was little I was taken like those kids you saved except no one saved me." You took in a deep breath and looked at him before continuing. "I was taken out of (Home Country) to an underground facility some place where I was trained to be an assassin. Only those who were better than the others were got to eat and survived and those who excelled killed the weaker ones. When I proved myself worthy enough I was sold to the Italian Mafia as a teen. I've been killing ever since then and passed around from country to country to whoever could bid the most money."

Matt couldn't believe what he had just heard. The kids he rescued couldn't have been older than six. He saved them from a horrible thing he hadn't even known about. All thanks to you. There was a bitter undertone to your voice that you were in all your rights to have. He couldn't imagine the things that you had to live through.

"If only there had been someone like you that night." You said as you stood up and walked up to him. "How I had wished for someone like you to show up."

"You can stop working for them." He said. "There had no one there to save you that night but I'm here now."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Your eyes stung with the tears that threatened to fall from your face. There had been times when you had sobbed in the silence of the night asking, praying, for a hero to save you. But it was too late now. You're heart had hardened. You enjoyed what you did. There was no salvation for you.

"I can't just stop now. I'm buried to my neck in blood. They'll find me no matter where I go." You said sadly as you looked at him. "You're too late."

"It isn't too late."

"So persistent." You smiled sadly as you walked towards the hallway that led to the fire escape. "I'm not a good person. I'm just a passive bad one. I won't join the side of the heroes that failed me when I needed them most. There was no Avenger, X-Men or rouge vigilante to save me and I know what my real purpose in this world is. If you would be so kind..."

He didn't need to be a genius to know that you wanted him to leave. Now he had a new burden on his shoulders and a new goal set in his heart. He needed to find a way to free you, to help you. Your words had really impacted him and he didn't feel right leaving you in your current situation.

"This talk never happened." You said as he walked out onto the fire escape.

"Perhaps to you it didn't," he said. "But it did to me."

You didn't reply to him. Silently, you closed the window and locked it before walking back into your apartment. The sun was already climbing up to its rightful position in the sky and you wanted a couple of hours to sleep before you were called back to Cynthia's side. Maybe Cynthia was right in a way. Maybe you were getting tired of following orders.

            The head-quarters had become a busy place. Cynthia had promised to please all of her angered clients by giving them a free sample of the ton of drugs she had begun to import. The smell was putrid as you walked emotionless towards where the clown looking women sat like a queen on her throne. At the sight of you she gave you the Joker like smile and waved you over.

"(Name)! Just the girl I was looking for. I need to talk to you, you know? I've been wanting to have this conversation with you for months but something always comes up when I want to." She complained. "But now I have some time to spare, so listen carefully...I am dying."

Your eyes widened a bit and you opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off.

"I know. Tragic. The world is going to lose one of it's only powerful women. But...with my death will come your new reign." Her eyes widened greatly at this news and she clapped her hands together. "You are more qualified than most of the people alive on this planet. I took a look at your file you know. The list of things you can do is quiet extensive and your experience! I will die, nothing can help me. But you, my dear, you will become the new queen and you'll show these boys how things are done."

Cynthia had not been lying. She had a terminal condition that you did not remember the name of. During the next few months she began to deteriorate greatly. She aged years in months until she couldn't even get up from her own bed. But during those months she had shown you how everything is done. True to her word she made the correct alterations to certain documents so that everything that she owned was passed down to you.

"You can't let the men continue to rule this world, (Name). You must show them just how strong women can be. Take back all the things they've stolen from you and take that pent up anger and do something great."

Those had been Cynthia's last words before she passed. You had not seen the masked vigilante in these months but he had started to make a name for himself. They called him Daredevil now; even his suit had taken an upgrade. Things had been running smoothly under your control and money was being brought it by the millions. The human trafficking that Cynthia had been so fond of completely stopped. You were a criminal but one with class. Children weren't hurt at all in the things you did and the one time a child got shot in a shoot out, you made sure that all the expenses at the hospital had been paid for. You made sure the child received the best care possible.

Your dingy old apartment was replaced with a gorgeous penthouse that you could not even begin to describe with words. The men that had been placed under your control feared you because they had seen exactly what you could do. Things were going great until one night a certain protector of Hell's Kitchen decided to sneak into your new home.

"I thought you would do different things with your freedom." He said as he virtually appeared out of the shadows. "I expected better."

"Are your words supposed to effect me?" You answered.

"Your words effected me."

"How sweet," You said as you reached silently behind you and picked up the knife you had left on the kitchen counter when you were making dinner. "It's been a while."

"It has."

That's when you attacked. He quickly blocked your attack and knocked the knife away from your hands. You wasted no time in pushing him over the sofa but your plan failed when he flipped backwards and landed on his feet because he then proceeded to push the sofa onto you. You feel backwards and pushed the sofa back to him with your feet but he jumped over the couch and onto you. He pinned you beneath his body and you struggled to get him off you. He was strong enough to hold you down and he was so close that you could feel his breath on your chin.

"Get off," You grunted as you fought against him.

"Not until we talk."

"That's not going to happen," you said as you managed to hook your leg around his and flip over so that you were now on top.

You used the opportunity to punch him as ruthlessly as you could before he pushed you off himself. The both of you stood and continued to fight and dodge each other's attacks until he had successfully pinned you to the wall, holding your hands firmly above you.

"(Name), stop."

"Release me." You commanded before you realized he spoke your name. "How do know my name?"

"I've been keeping an eye on you."

"An eye on me? Funny." You laughed. "I thought Fisk was keeping you busy."

"I always make time for you."

"How thoughtful but really, it's not necessary or wanted."

"You said you didn't want to talk to me but here we are flirting in a compromising position."

He felt the heat from your blush radiate off you as you glared at him but you knew he couldn't see. His new outfit was a bit impressive. It was very...red.

"I am sad to inform you that you are reading this wrongly. The situation is very different."

"If I let you go, can we talk?"

"Yes."

Your heart beat steadily and he knew that you were telling the truth. He took his hands off you and took a couple of steps back, leaving you with your back to the wall and him standing right in front of you. Even though you knew he was blind, he always had this uncanny way of looking right into your eyes. It unnerved you.

"I thought you would leave this life behind you after the death of Cynthia Burgos."

"It seems that you have thought wrong."

"My offer still stands you know...I can help you. I have a friend, he's a lawyer, if you tell him your case he could probably-"

"Not only are my hands stained red from everything that I have done, but I can't live a normal life. I wouldn't know the first thing to do. I was raised and taught to do one thing...Kill. Now, I've learned a couple of other things and it's how I get by. No more human trafficking, I stopped that-"

"Imports and Exports of drugs, weapons and who knows what else isn't better, (Name). I told you once that my job was to protect Hell's Kitchen and make it a better place. You aren't making my job any easier."

"I never said that I was going to. And I'm not leaving either. This is the first time in my life were I've been stable in one place and I'm not going to lose that to a red horned vigilante."

"Yes," he said as he reached out a hand and touched the side of your face. "But you're not listening to me. I can help you integrate back into society. You're intelligent and you've adapted to so many different situations. You can leave this life behind you. If you help the police catch stop all the guys working under you and you explain your situation, I'm sure my lawyer friend could make sure you don't end up in prison."

You couldn't stop your heart from beating wildly inside of your rib-cage as he caressed the side of your face. The words he had said to you so long ago were still fresh in your mind. He had left such a good first impression on you that you couldn't erase him from your mind. You didn't know what you did to Matt. The faint scent of your perfume had followed him even after he left your old apartment. The sound of your voice when he had first heard you speak was so different from everyone else. Foggy had helped him find some information about you and what they found out was that beneath everything you were just a beautiful girl who needed help. Help he could provide. Help that you continued to refuse.

He knew that you had done many things but they were done against your will. Matt convinced Foggy and together they spent a week researching the right way they could defend you in court. You could be saved. He knew it. But you didn't believe it.

"I-It's not going to work." You said with a shaky voice.

"You don't have to be scared, trust me. I won't let anything bad happen to you." He felt the fear roll off you in waves and he gently pulled you into his arms. "Let me be your hero."

That's when you lost it. You have never been an emotional person but remembering all those moments of fear in the dead of night where you would wait for a hero to rescue you (because you knew there were heroes out there) made you grip onto the blind hero and cry onto his shoulder. This was a moment of weakness but he didn't kick you while you were down. He only hugged you tighter. Him, a complete stranger, who had taken an interest in you that had never wavered.

He had been the first one to listen and the first one to want to rescue you from your horrific life. You would always be grateful for that.

"I'm sorry," You said as you pulled away from him.

Thinking that you were apologizing for crying on his shoulder, he waved it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "Don't worry about it."

Seeing his smile would make what you were about to do a thousand times worse.

"I'm really sorry, Daredevil."

His smile began to fade but before he could sense what was about to happen, you crashed your lips onto his. The way your lips moved against his clouded up his mind. He found himself so caught up in the moment that he didn't notice the light footsteps of a man who came up behind him and knocked him out. Watching his body crumble to the floor hurt your heart, it truly did.

You kneel down next to him and carefully straighten his head on the floor before softly caressing his face.

"I will never be anything except the villain. But at least it will give me an excuse to see you around." You whispered softly before you stood up and looked at the man who worked for you. "Get him out of here and I want him kept alive, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now get him out of my sight."


        Matt Murdock woke up to find himself inside a dumpster. He wasn't hurt physically as much as he was hurt in the heart. He had actually believed that you were going to come with him and start a new life but you were terrified of an unsure change in your life when it had finally gotten stable. He still understood why you did what you did even though he wasn't happy about it. The kiss you gave him made his lips tingle just by thinking about it. But if there was something that you learned from him was that he was persistent. He wasn't going to give up on you. Matt was determined to try as many times as he had too. 

And he was going to stop you one way or another. If things went his way, he'd free you from what has been tormenting you since you were a child and stop a majority of the crime as your new syndicate evaporated without you.

But for now he was Daredevil and you were the villain in need of a hero. And he was determined to be that hero.