Chapter 2

                                    

                                          
Moments after DareDevil left, the police took the Punisher into custody. Well, to the hospital first. The injuries on his body needed to be treated. Some woman and a man spoke to him. Samantha Reyes and Blake Tower. They were willing to 'help' him. Frank didn't care too much since he believed that he was going to jail either way, considering that there was practically zero innocence in his case, according to the public. Well, he did murder more than several people. Criminals to be exact. Criminals that got what they deserved. Or so what Frank thought. Some time after Reyes and Tower left, two different people walked in. One of them, the woman, he recognized. That was Karen Page. The woman who tried so desperately to protect Grotto. He understood that the man was under her protection since she was assisting with his case, making that her 'client', even though she wasn't a lawyer. Just helping Grotto's lawyers. In the end, Frank was able to eliminate his target. That criminal did things that was unforgivable. Like for one, being in that Irish gang or whatever. Second, killing that old woman. Third, getting the Devil involved. Well, not that he didn't mind now. But that wasn't the point. The point is, the man got was he deserved. Karen, Red, and whoever else believed in that man was stupid and naive. "Frank Castle? Hi, I'm Karen Page and this is Franklin Nelson. We were wondering if we could speak to you for a moment?" She spoke ever so sweetly. "Yeah...." Frank answered. Apparently, Franklin, or 'Foggy', wanted to be his lawyer, along with his pal, wherever and whoever that was. The same people who worked to defend Grotto, now trying to defend him, the man who killed Grotto. "My partner, he's going to be a bit late." The way that was said was almost as if this partner of his does it a lot. "Heh...Happens often?" Frank asked, even though he basically already knew the answer. "Yeah. Too often. He likes to pick cases then arrive late." Oh? So this partner picked his case. Interesting. Some time passed, Karen and Foggy just trying to convince Frank to let them have this case instead of Reyes and Tower. They weren't really getting far with it. At least until Karen decided to break rules and go past the tape, pulling out a printed photo of Frank and his family, wife and kids. Obviously he wasn't too happy with that since the woman basically broke into his house to get that. Though he did learn some things about it. Apparently, that Reyes lady, she had them say a completely different story on the papers about what really happened to Frank's family. Or more so of what happened at Central Park. That filled the man with rage. Maybe using that did convince him a bit. But even then, he wasn't fully convinced, still having his mind on what he was just told. Before Karen could try to attempt in persuading again, the door to the room opened. "Right here, Mr. Murdock." Karen and Foggy looked over, relived that their friend had arrived. He was pretty good at convincing others. Frank looked over at the lawyer, his heart stopping momentarily upon seeing the man, immediately recognizing him. It was no one other than DareDevil. It all made sense to him now. Why the man was all about law and such. Because he was a freaking lawyer for his day job. Not only that was surprising, the man was holding a freaking white cane. What is seriously for a disguise? Just to hide his identity from people? That was kind of cruel. To fake being blind? "I was starting to get a little worried. Got lost?" It was obviously a joke, in which Matt laughed. "Just a bit. But I'm here, aren't I?" That gorgeous smile. Matt 'looked' at Frank, walking towards the bed. "Matt, there's tape." His buddy warned. "Thanks..." He stopped in his tracks. "Sorry that I am late, Mr. Castle. I got caught up by a few things. I'm Matt Murdock. Nelson and Murdock attorney of law. I hope to negotiate some things with you. I'm sure that you have the time, I'd assume?" "Nah...you're good, Re...uh Murdock. Yeah uh...go on..." Karen stepped forward, clearing her throat. That didn't get Frank's attention, he was too busy staring at Matt. "Well....um...as I was saying before...you would get-" "No. I don' wanna talk to you two." Frank interrupted. "Excuse me?" Karen looked confused. "I wanna talk to Murdock...alone." Foggy got ready to say something, to object, but Karen stopped him. "Ok. Ok. We'll be right outside the room. Come on, Foggy." "Karen, you can't seriously-" "Foggy. Trust Matt with this." She whispered before grabbing his arm, dragging him out of the room, leaving the two alone. "All of that...'let the police take'em' n 'law' shit makes sense now. Never thought you'd be doin' this shit, Red. Kinda...glad that it ain' someone else. Happy to see ya." Matt couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or if he really meant it. "Even if I wasn't a lawyer, I'd still say the same things. It's just common sense and human decency, Frank. And I uh...wish that I could say the same." Was that suppose to be a blind joke? Making a blind joke if he wasn't blind? Or is he? "Yeah yeah whatever....Hey uh Red...you really blind or is that all n act?" He just had to know if this whole time, he was fighting a blind man. It would make sense, kinda, since the man could hear, smell, and taste things from blocks away. "Yes, Frank. I am actually blind. Have been since I was nine years old." Well shit. Ain't that a shocker. Frank nodded slowly, taking that it. "Hm...Come'ere, Red." Matt approached him, walking past the tape. He now stood on the right side of the bed. The white cane in his hand was taken, being rested against the wall. The man laying down reached over then grabbed his arm, guiding him onto the bed. Now, the lawyer was resting on him. Well, he was curled up against the other man, his head resting on the Punisher's shoulder. Matt's glasses were removed and were placed onto the small table next to the bed. After that, he moved his hand to Matt's, holding it and gently caressing the skin with his thumb. "Tell me about it." Referring to what caused the other to be blind. A small smile appeared on Matt's face. "My dad, he went inside of a store while I waited outside. As I was waiting, I remember looking around. I don't remember what things looked like but...I can remember what happened. Uh...there was a lot of people outside and cars...An old man was crossing a street when a car accident happened. He..could've gotten hurt. I uh....I pushed him out of the way. The chemicals...they got in my eyes. My dad was the last thing I saw before I lost my sight." "Jesus, Red...So how did ya learn to fight? Your pops teach ya self defense? Went on from there?" There was a chuckle that came from the lawyer. "Not exactly. My dad was a boxer but he never taught me to fight. He actually wanted me to stay away from it. Stick...There was a man named Stick that taught me how to fight. Taught me most of the things I know. Even though the lessons were kind of harsh....haha..." Frank looked at him in curiosity, waiting for him to go on. Matt got the hint. "My dad...he was murdered. Got himself into something he couldn't get out of. After his death, I was sent to an orphanage in a church. A church that I still go to today. In that place, the nuns were always worried. I mean, I was constantly in pain from noise and touch....they needed the help. Stick said that he could help. He taught me to deal with my senses, to work with them, to use them in a fight. How to attack, to defend. All of that. He never went easy on me. Everyday, I get a new bruise. But as the training went on, I'd get less and less. Guess I was doing good, right? Well, we were going to learn...he was going to train me how to fight against people with knives...But I ruined it. I got too close, too soft. Stick wanted a warrior, not a kid who wanted a father figure in his life, someone who understood. No no...that's not what he wanted. So he left, abandoned me. He didn't want a son...just a warrior. But I didn't give him that." Throughout the backstory, Frank got pissed. His eyebrows were furrowed and his face was scrunched up in disgust. "A warrior? He wanted a fuckin' nine year old to be a warrior? Obviously you wouldn' give that to him, Red. You were a fuckin' kid. A kid who just lost his father and his sight. What kinda shit was he on to think that was a great fuckin' idea? And Stick? What- Is his name Stick 'cause he has a stick so far up his ass it's effecting his thought process or some shit? I mean, tch, come on. What did he expect, eh? What did he think that would-" "Frank. Frank! Calm down. It's fine. I haven't seen him in a while so-" "Yeah no fuckin' shit, Red. He left you for cryin' out loud. All 'cause of some 'warrior' bullshit! That's fucked up, Red. Real fucked up. That's the only kinda move a pussy makes. An asshole. Man...if I could...I'd beat the fuckin' hell outta that-" His rant was cut off by a kiss. "Shhh, Frank. It's ok. Calm down." Matt whispered, which worked a bit. Frank huffed softly before he placed a hand on Matt's waist, rubbing gently. "'M sorry..." "It's ok. Can we talk about what we were suppose to talk about now?" "Yeah....yeah..." The deal was explained to Frank. All he had to do was plead guilty. "What if I don' want to?" He asked. "That's fine. We...we can work with that." Matt didn't seem too worried about it. After a bit more of relaxing and kissing, Matt eventually got off of him, grabbing his cane and glasses. Before he'd go to get the two, he gave Frank one more kiss. "Love ya, Red." The man whispered. A smile formed on his lips. "Love you too, Frank." Then he walked to the door, letting Foggy and Karen know that it was ok to come back inside.




(Thank you all for reading this chapter! I hope that enjoyed it! Got a bit of protective Frank XD I don't think he likes Stick very much. Let's hope that they never meet. That wouldn't be very good. Let me know what you guys think so far! ^^)