Matt
Matt was tired. It had been a long day of court cases and an even longer night patrolling. Matt went to his closet to pull out his suit, but remembered he couldn’t wear any of them until he got them dry cleaned, because last night he had been bleeding and fallen into his closet, getting a good amount of blood and grime on all of the suits he owned, well not all of them. Matt wiped his hand across his eyes and grabbed the clothes bag that held his only clean suit.
Matt didn’t know what was wrong with this suit. Frank had gifted it to him passive aggressively the last time Matt, him, and Elle were together. Elle had taken one look at the suit and started giggling and couldn’t or wouldn’t explain why. Matt hadn’t had time to check with Foggy or Karen why the suit was funny, but it was fine as fair as he could feel. There were no offensive decals, stitching, or suggestively cut, so Matt decided it couldn’t be that bad.
Also, it was his only option. As Matt was pulling on the suit, he noticed that there were also boots at the bottom of the bag. After thoroughly checking that there were no weapons or anything weird on the shoes, Matt shrugged and put them on as well. Go big or go home he figured.
Matt took a taxi to the courthouse, so he couldn’t eavesdrop on people talking ‘subtly’ about his clothes to figure out what the deal was like he normally would if he was on public transportation. For once, he got to the courthouse on time. Matt could hear Foggy’s heartbeat inside the doors. Matt pushed the door open and he heard Foggy turn around and heard his breath catch.
Matt heard Foggy place his head in his hands and whisper, “Oh good lord.”
Matt still didn’t know what was so bad about the suit, but he did hear more people whispering about it. Matt was starting to think that it was about the color. Though he did hear a few whispered comments about how he looked like a cowboy missing a hat.
Matt finally sat down next to Foggy, “How’s your morning going?”
Matt could feel Foggy staring at him, “Matt, why?”
Matt shrugged, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about that suit! If the bright red wasn’t bad enough, you paired it with matching boots! It honestly couldn’t get any worse.”
Matt shrugged then stuck his pockets and pulled out something he had missed before, “Oh hey! There’s gloves!”
It took a great deal of effort for Matt not to laugh at Foggy, because he could feel the revulsion rolling off of him as Matt slipped the gloves on.
“I stand corrected.” Foggy said, disgust clear in his voice.
Matt smiled, “It was a gift from Francis and Elle never explained why she was laughing so much about it.”
“Oh.” Foggy snickered, his disgust having died down now, “Of course it was Francis, I can understand why Elle didn’t stop him. But I have to get some pictures of this when we leave, or she’ll kill me.”
Matt shrugged, “Sure.”
After the initial small hubbub of Matt’s garish suit, it died down. It wasn’t until the judge entered that anything else was said. Part of the reason that Matt had had such a bad day at court was that the judge didn’t like him or Foggy for some reason. After the judge had sat down at the bench, Matt could feel his eye on him.
“Mr. Murdock, your clothes are not appropriate for this professional environment of a court case.”
Matt scowled, “I couldn’t see anything wrong with them when I put them on. Is there anything about my suit that you want to show me?”
Matt could hear Foggy swallowing his laughter, but a few of the spectators openly snickered at his comment. The blood rose to the judge’s face as he swallowed whatever comment he had and carried on with the case. Foggy and Matt ended up winning the case and sending a victory picture to Elle and one to Frank that was captioned with, ‘thanks for the suit asshole.’
Elle was very excited about her suit and insisted on taking a picture together with her in her bright pink suit. Frank simply laughed until he cried and teased Matt nonstop the next time they met up on patrol.