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The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Short Story 1
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Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.
(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like)
Story Summary: Kaila’s reaction to her Father’s new suit, all while she tries to navigate around his abnormal abilities (Set During 1x13, “Daredevil”).
Date: 12/14/22
Rating: Teen and Up
Word Count: 1454
Warning: Possible OOC (?); Mentions of Lying and Betrayal; Angst; Family Drama/Angst; Matt realizing he's being a bad Dad; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!
A/N: A short little story to wrap up season 1 with. And oh boy… if you thought this season was angsty, wait until you see what I have instore for you guys next *evil laugh.* I would also like to thank everyone for reading this series so far, it means a lot to me that people are enjoying it :)
I'll see you in season 2!
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These next few days were unexpected.
Chugging down that large blonde blend of coffee, with a few shots of the most processed vanilla, got her enough courage to go with Foggy and talk with her Dad. She was still a bit irritated with both of them to be frank, but still managed to help her Uncle list his reasons for stopping Fisk all while she could feel her own heart starting to pound in her ears. Kaila would feel her Father’s stares occasionally as she tried not to sweat under the heavy tension. And when she finally thought she got the hang of her dodging act, the world sent them all a huge blind side.
Ben Urich was dead.
The funeral was held in a cemetery outside of town. People she had never seen before were there to mourn in all black, quietly saying a few prayers and placing white roses on the casket. Kaila watched as the three people she knew took it differently. Foggy was off to the side where he was silently tried to come up with scenarios that could of save Mr. Urich; Karen was off with his wife, crying and blaming herself for getting him involved in the dangers; And her Dad was talking to the Priest, asking Father Lanthom what route should he take before it’s considered too far.
Everything has already gone far enough.
The blame can go only crawl so far.
The scenarios have so many short legs. 
But they can move forward through the storm.
So that’s what they did.
For once the adults let her dip her feet into the water, they let her shift through mounds of paperwork, swimming into the dangerous parts of the web to find anything to help put Fisk behind bars. It was a good enough excuse for her to blame all the scary things she reads for her heart rate to spike. Soon, there was a hook, a line, and the sinker.
An address.
And with the quick visit by the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, he ‘politely’ encourages Detective Hoffman to turn himself in, and spill everything he knows to the police.
The next day was beautiful, the swarming of cops and the FBI storming in buildings, and chasing the everyday joes, who had tainted their hands with blood money, down before going after the big man himself. Nighttime called for a celebration, and that’s when the teenager for the first time in forever set food at the famous bar, Josie’s. The memory will forever stick in her head.
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The brunette nearly gagged upon the unusual stench of the place. 
“Uh… what the hell is that?” She asked, covering her nose in her sleeve, making the adults laugh.
“This, my dear niece, is the beauty of Josie’s. The best damn place in the city.” Foggy exclaimed, grinning with his arms held out.
“Smells like a boy’s locker room and water damaged.��
“That’s… oddly specific.”
Karen chuckles. “You guys seriously have never taken her here before?” She asked, surprised.
“Dear old dad wouldn't allow it.” Foggy replies, pointing to the older Murdock. “Skipped many nights out when he wouldn’t bring his one year old in.”
“And I still won’t allow it.” Matt adds, sternly. “But just this once and only soda. Got it?”
Kaila nearly rolls her eyes. “Yes, dad.”
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However, that didn’t last long either until it was blowing up people’s phones and it was all over the news. Wilson Fisk had escaped custody, and was in an all out war in the middle of the city against police officers who were dropping like flies. That’s when Matt used the excuse that the night was ruined, and they all left with bitterness they might have lost this case. Or…
Maybe they’ll lose it.
Barely two seconds inside the apartment, Kaila watched her father get changed, bidding a quick ‘goodbye’ and promising to return as he slips out to get Fisk. Little did she know that he would come back with something other than a win under his belt.
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Kaila zoned off after hearing about the win. The devil had knocked Fisk out cold and was escorted back on route towards the jail. She should feel victorious, but she was more worried that he’ll show up like he did a few nights ago.
She eventually would hear his bedroom window opening and closely shortly, then the sound of heavy boots lightly crossing the floor afterwards. She looks up from her spot on the couch, getting taken back from her father’s new threads. He finally has a suit she’s seen any other superhero wear online. A perfect suit lined with hidden pockets and zippers; His hands were finally concealed with gloves and not Muay Tai ropes. The suit was a nice mixture of burgundy and maroon, black and the darkest gray that painted his chest armor; And don’t get her started that he was actually wearing a helmet with horns. 
She blinks in surprise, slowly getting up to her feet as he stands in front of her. “Dad?”
He lets a little grin play on his lips upon sensing her curiosity. “Told you I’ll make it back.” He replies, taking the helmet off, letting his sweaty locks stick to his face.
“What the hell are you wearing?” She asked, before being handed over his protective dome. 
“I decided to take some advice. Get a new suit.” 
“Well, it’s certainly something.” Kaila said, running her thumb over the details. She takes in the brilliant handiwork, including the blackout eyes that shined red in the moonlight.
Matt let his expression fall, letting a little guilt creep up on his features. “It’s durable.” He explains, feeling her eyes back onto him. “I can take a few hits, a few… bullets… if needed. I’ll still get hurt, but it shouldn't be life threatening.”
“Dad–”
“I’ve been a bad father to you.”
Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp. “Dad… you haven’t–”
“Yes, I have. I know I have, and don’t even try to change my mind. I have. I just…” He sighs, shoulders hanging real low. “I don’t know how to make this right.”
“Dad. This is never going to be alright.” She starts slowly, getting teary eyed. “Even if we do come to some kind of agreement, we both see this whole… Devil of Hell’s Kitchen thing differently. We’re going to have different opinions, we’re going to get into arguments, we’ll… probably never see eye-to-eye, but that doesn’t mean we should stop caring for one another.”
She lets out a shaky breath, continuing, “I know what I said the other night, about not living with Foggy, and I still don’t. But I rather have you in jail for doing all this, then having to bury you. So… can you… still promise me, like you promised me when I first heard about all this, that you’ll come home, one way or another? In handcuffs or a few cuts on your face. Promise me?”
Matt didn’t even hesitate this time around, instead just gave a small smile and replied, “I promise.” He said, sensing her copying his expression. But his job as a father wasn’t done just yet. “Kai?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?” He asked, making her whole body go slack and frown. He pinches his brows together worriedly. “Did something… happen when you went to Karen’s?” She shakes her head. “Did something happen at Karen’s or–”
“Dad…” She begins, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I’m just… I’m alright. I just rather…” She sighs. “I rather not talk about it until I’m ready. Okay? I promise nothing… amoral happened, but I just…”
“You want to talk about it when you’re ready?”
She shakes her head again. “Yes. Is that okay?”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. I won’t pressure you into talking, but I’m always here when you’re ready.”
“I’d appreciate that.”
Matt cups his daughter’s cheeks, kissing her on top of her head before pulling her into a hug. Kaila melted into his long overdue hug, carefully tossing his helmet on the couch. His scruffy chin nuzzled her hair, taking her presence in, almost half expecting her to just fade away in his arms at this point. But no, that’s not the case here. She’s real, she’s here, and she’s alive. It just takes him a few reminders to realize that.
“Kai?” He said again, earning a hum as a reply. “Will you try to help me be better at balancing all this? The Devil and your Father?”
“Of course. I’ll do my best.” She said, hugging him tighter.
He smiles brighter this time. “I’d appreciate that.” He closes his eyes, holding her closer if possible. “I love you, Kaila.”
“I love you, too, Dad.”
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