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Guardian Devil pt. 2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

*Author's note*

And here we go with pt.2. So this one is more graphic than the last part so I'll put some trigger warnings in case those of you out there are squeamish in any shape or form.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, graphic torture, angst and fluff. Mostly our boi Matt being such a caring father figure to reader.

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For five months I was kept at Fisk's side and was trained under his tutelage. He taught me the best way to give pain onto a human and just how exactly to prolong their suffering.

In order to be sure I was ready, he would have me go out on assignments to take out certain people (criminals that went behind his back) he wanted off the map, to ensure no loose ends were tied up. Especially since Daredevil was out for blood for whatever reason, beating up criminals and demanding to know the location of someone.

I was never informed who Daredevil was looking for but why the hell should I care? He means nothing to me. All I'm here for is to get the man who killed my mother and that's it.

I was currently in my quarters spinning and sharpening one of my newly gifted knives by Fisk himself that he smuggled in trade with someone in Wakanda (or however you pronounce the name). It was light-weight, affective, and fluid in its cutting.

"Bobcat." I looked up to see one of the many nameless guards who I could care less about. "Boss wants to have a word with you." I pocketed the knife at my hip and walked out of my room towards the meeting room where I knew Fisk would be.

"I really don't care if we have to sacrifice half of our goons to him, just make sure he doesn't come anywhere near here tonight!" I heard Fisk yell as a boom was heard. As I came around I saw his fist was clenched and the table had been split in half.

"We'll try boss." Said one of his men.

"Do, or do not. There is no try." I spoke up picking at my nails.

"Now there's someone whose reliable. If a 16 year old girl can outwit the Devil himself, then you clowns aren't worth my time. And you know what I do to those who waste my time." He cracked his knuckles and with that the men ran like frightened dogs with their tails tucked in between their legs. "There's my proud, fierce Bobcat."

"Cut the formalities Fisk. What is it you wanted to talk about?" I snapped.

"Down to business as always. You know in a few years I could have you take over this part of Manhattan as the new Kingpin. Or should we call you Queenpin?" I raised my brow at him. He cleared his throat and said. "Alright well, would you like the good news or the better news?"

"No bad news?"

"Not this time." I gestured for him to go on. "Good news is a few of my men have managed to locate the coward that killed your mother." My stance changed as I crossed my arms.

"And the better news?" he extended his hand to me. Refusing to take it (I'm not stupid, I've seen what he can do with those hands) he then just gestured me to follow him.

We came to a small interrogation chamber with a two-way mirror. He came up to a switch and pressed the button and said to me.

"We brought him here." When the two-way mirror became clearer and the lights came on in the other room. I saw tied up with his arms raised and gagged the mother fucker who took my mom from me.

He stood at 5'6 maybe 5'8. Was white, wore a freakin sweater vest and brown pants. He had some small bits of blood running down from his nose (probably got knocked out before being brought here). Shaggy curly brown hair and beard with some greying going on. Above all else he looked kinda—squirrely for a killer.