Author's Note: Here's my first Spider-Girl fic! It's a short fic about Darkdevil, written for the marvel100 community at livejournal. Hope you enjoy it!

As Bad as Your Father

Reilly had always wanted tattoos before he was forced to get some. The problem was, he couldn't show them off, without outing himself as a freak. In his experience, people didn't look too kindly at freaks. He'd learned that the hard way - and that was when he was a freak who didn't have to blend in.

When he was just an average with an above-average sense of danger. Now, he was...

If you think 'I'm a monster' again, I won't teach you how to use a billy club, the dead guy - Matt - told him.

Reilly rolled his eyes. "Oh, like I can't read about it or something. Big deal," he muttered, straightening his tie.

Well, that's what he thought he was doing.

For Christ's sake, kid. You're almost as bad as your father. I mean, Peter. I mean- well, I suppose he and Ben were the same. I don't know, I never understood all of that clone nonsense.

"You knew my father?"

We had hot dogs once. Fought together a few times. No, kid- Reilly- you're supposed to knot it, not just tie it around your neck.

"What was he like?" he asked, untying his tie. "Who did you fight?!"

Stop thinking this 'I'm a monster' crap and maybe I'll tell you. Oh, and don't forget to camouflage your markings or tattoos or whatever they're called. Trust me, no admissions office is going to want to give a scholarship to a kid covered in ink.

"Whatever you say, Dad," he grinned, as his markings disappeared and his demonic features faded away to reveal a human face.

Matt, the old soul growled. My name's Matt.

"What'd you say, Hornhead? Something about some Murdock guy?"

If it was possible for a soul to sigh, this one did. Just as bad as your father.