You And Me
Matt and Foggy were still sat in his living room. Foggy still probably had some questions. Matt was determined to get through them.
Matt cleared his throat.
“You probably have a lot of questions, and I think I’m finally ready to answer them all.”
“Can I see your mark?”
Almost no hesitation. Foggy needed to be sure. Matt admits he wants to know as well.
Matt rolled up his sleeve and grabbed Foggy’s hand. When they touched Matt felt happy. The feeling just washing over him as if emotions were waves.
That didn’t really make sense but he was happy and that’s all that matters really.
Matt brought Foggy’s hand to his wrist, making Foggy’s index finger brush lightly over the braille. Matt then removed his hand from Foggy’s.
Foggy continued to run his finger over the braille.
“It says Foggy?”
“Yeah.”
The silence was comfortable, unstrained.
“So you’re the Daredevil?”
“Yeah.”
“How?”
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It was the question currently burning in Foggy’s mind. How was Matt Murdock the Daredevil? He was blind for one, yet Daredevil seemed to somehow see. Almost every move he made seemed to sure. He seemed to know every fist flying at him, every person around him, and every surface and wall around. How could a blind man know that?
“I mean you can’t see,” Foggy added. “So how do you see?”
Man, that sentence was stupid.
Matt had a faint smile on his face.
“I can see but not with my eyes,” Matt said. “I guess you have to think of it as more than just five senses. I can’t see, not like everyone else, but I can feel. Things like balance and direction. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations. Mix all that with what I hear, subtle smells. All of the fragments form a sort of… impressionistic painting.”
Foggy understood a bit more.
“Okay,” Foggy empathized. “But what does that look like? Like, what do you… actually see?”
“A world on fire.”
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Matt could tell Foggy felt bad for him, but he didn’t want that.
“Were you always blind?”
It was an easier question. The answer for it came naturally. It was the same song and dance he had been saying for many years.
“No,” Matt said with his voice unshaken, like an automatic response, lacking emotion. “When I was nine, there was a chemical spill and it got in my eyes.”
Matt didn’t really want to get into detail. He had already had an emotional night without getting into his ‘oh so tragic’ backstory.
“Wait I think I remember that happening,” Foggy recounted.
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Foggy read all the news stories of Matthew Murdock. He couldn’t believe he forgot his name. Matt may have even been his hero for a couple weeks.
Everyone heard of Matthew Murdock as he saved someone’s life. He was a sort of hero. Well now he was really a hero.
“Please don’t treat me different because I’m blind,” Matt blurted out.
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Of course his mind had other plans than to make it personal. He cleared his throat.
“Most people dance around me like I'm made of glass,” Matt added. Trying to keep his voice from wavering, trying to keep his voice strong. “I hate that."
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This meant a lot to Matt. Foggy could tell. He was trying hard to put on a front, but Foggy could easily see through that.
"Yeah you're just a guy right?” Foggy said. “A really good looking guy, who has a nightly BDSM routine. Right?”
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Foggy’s voice was light. He was joking. It made Matt feel better. If Foggy was uncomfortable with Daredevil or his blindness he wouldn’t be joking around.
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They still had stuff to talk about. Tons of it. Matt had his issues and Foggy has his poor life choices. But whatever they go through, they’ll go through together. They were soulmates.
Foggy never knew he could be this happy.