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Foggy quickly hid his face in his hoodie every time a cop came too close. The events that had occurred earlier that day had really messed about with Foggy's schedule. Now he was attempting to hide in the shadows and make his way into the cathedral. This would have been easier if Elektra had stuck around, but once they escaped using the smoke bombs, Elektra left him to his own devices…bitch.

Thankfully the cops in this part of the city were unobservant and nobody seemed to notice Foggy slip through the doors of the cathedral. He moved the hood back from his face and stared in wonder at the inside of the cathedral. The stone statues and the beautiful stained glass windows all seemed to stare at the young man as he wandered through the hallowed hall.

"Foggy…."

Foggy span around in shock when he heard the voice, grabbing his chest around where his heart was. "Brett! Jesus, don't do that to me! I'm too young to have a heart attack!"

Brett rolled his eyes, "You know you're in a cathedral right, you can't use Jesus's name in vain."

"Yeah, yeah…so, you gonna arrest me?"

"Not whilst you're in here Foggy. Sanctuary remember?"

"I knew there was a reason I came here!"

"You sure it wasn't for the Devil?"

Foggy flushed, "I have no idea what you're talking about…"

Brett grinned, but before he could say anything else, he heard another voice from the doorway. "Excellent work Captain, now arrest him!"

Foggy frowned at the sight of Fisk and Stick and Brett shrugged, "Sorry Sir, he's claimed sanctuary. There's nothing I can do."

"Then drag him outside and-"

"You will do no such thing Wilson Fisk!" Everyone spun around as the voice of Father Lantom echoed throughout the stone building. The Father placed a gentle hand on Foggy's shoulder and frowned at both Fisk and Stick. "You two should know better than to disrespect the sanctity of the House of God!"

Stick glared in the direction of the Father before patting Fisk on the back and gesturing for them to leave the building. Brett was then led out by Father Lantom, causing Foggy to grin at the sight. The only problem was that not everybody had left. Caught by surprise, Foggy felt his arm grabbed and twisted behind his back.

"You think you've outwitted me…" whispered a voice in his ear, "…but I am a patient man, and gypsies don't do so well inside stone walls."

Foggy struggled desperately as he heard the old man sniff and twist his arm further up his back, "Fuck! How are you so strong and what the fuck are you doing?!"

"I was just imagining a rope around your neck you little brat…sadly, all I have is imagination. It's a pity about the lack of death penalty in this city."

Foggy shuddered as he felt the old man use his other hand to gently stroke his neck. Using as much strength as he could, he used his other arm to elbow the man in the gut in order to get free. "I know what you were imagining you sick fuck!"

The man smirked and bent down to pick up his stick, "What a clever little boy…it is so like your kind to twist the truth and cloud the mind with unholy thoughts."

Foggy leaned back as the man came closer and closer before stepping back and heading back towards the entrance. "You've chosen a magnificent prison….but it is a prison none the less. You take one step outside of this cathedral and you're ours!"

The man slammed the door shut and Foggy panicked. He ran to the doors and opened them slightly just in time to hear the officers outside say, "Surround the cathedral, the gypsy boy is not to escape."

Foggy slammed the door shut and fell to the ground, "My life sucks…but that creepy old guys can't keep me in here!"

"Don't act rashly my child…" began Father Lantom as he approached Foggy, "…You created *chuckles*, quite a stir this afternoon. It would be unwise to make Fisk or his advisor even angrier."

Foggy scowled, "You saw what they were doing to Matty! Letting the crowd torture him like that…I thought that if just one person could stand up to them then-"Foggy sighed wearily as he got up off the ground, "What do they have against people who are different anyway?"

"You can't right all the wrongs of the world…"

"Well nobody out there is going to help, that's for sure!"

Father Lantom chuckled, "Well maybe someone in here can?" He wandered away as they reached a statue of the Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus.

Foggy sighed and began to pray.

"I don't know if you can hear me…or if you're even there. I don't know if you'll listen to a humble prayer…they tell me that I'm just an outcast. I shouldn't speak to you. Still I see your face and wonder…were you once an outcast too?"

He sighed and moved away from the statue, "God help the outcasts, hungry from birth. Show them the mercy, they don't find on Earth. God help my people, we look to you still. God help the outcasts, or nobody will."

He sat by the pews and listened to others within the cathedral pray. Some asked for wealth, some for fame, some for glory and others for love that they could physically hold in their hands. Foggy sighed again, "I ask or nothing, I can get by. But I know so many less lucky than I. Please help my people, the poor and down-trod. I thought we all were, the children of God."

There was silence for a few seconds before someone yelled out. "Bell-ringer! What are you doing down here?! Haven't you caused enough trouble already?!"

Foggy span around in the direction of where the man was pointing and he just managed to catch a glimpse of Matt heading towards the stairs, knocking over a candlestick in haste.

"Hey wait!" called out Foggy as he quickly followed Matt, "Hey, I just want to talk to you!"

…..

Karen gasped, "Look, Matty has a friend with him!"

Marci nodded, "Today wasn't a total loss then…"

Claire frowned, "He doesn't really seem like Matty's type though…"

"Well he sure is mine…" smirked Marci.

As Matt made his way into the cathedral, he was greeted by three over-enthusiastic gargoyles, all congratulating him.

"Don't run too fast Matty or he'll lose you!" scolded Claire.

"Y-yes I know! That's what I'm t-trying to-"

"Give him some slack, then reel him in!" interrupted Karen, "Give him some slack, and then reel him in! Give him some slack then-"

"Knock it off Karen! It's a boy, not a fish!" sighed Marci, hitting the other gargoyle on the head.

"There you are!" called out Foggy, huffing slightly, "I thought I'd lost you…man, those stairs are a bitch!"

Matt stifled a grin before spinning around. "Y-yes…well. I have chores to do, it was nice to see-I mean hear you…again…" he groaned as he headed back towards his personal living space.

"No wait! I have to speak to you, to apologise about Elektra's behaviour! I swear I would have helped more but-"Foggy paused in shock when he reached the bell tower. "Wow…you actually do live in the bell tower!"

"Y-yeah…"

"I have to ask…you're Matt Murdock aren't you? The kid who saved that old guy about twenty years ago and got his peepers knocked out!"

"T-they didn't get knocked out!" chuckled Matt

"Good, because that would be really freaky…so you didn't die then? The rumours aren't true!"

"I suppose not…"

"…So why are you hiding up here? With that creepy old guy? I mean, you could be a hero, but instead-"

"Instead, I'm cowering up here…"

"I wasn't gonna say that…it's just that, if I were you, you wouldn't find me selling meat on the streets."

"I'll swap lives with you if you want?" chuckled Matt, grinning as Foggy laughed.

"I'll hold you to that! You're really lucky, I mean you have all this room to yourself!"

"W-well it's not just me. I mean, there's the gargoyles and the bells of course…would you like to see them?"

Foggy nodded eagerly before blushing, "Sorry, I just nodded then!"

Matt grinned before using various beams to propel himself onto the main platform. He heard Foggy's heartbeat spike before the man sighed, "I hope you don't expect me to do that!"

Matt laughed and waited patiently for Foggy to make his way up the stairs, before introducing him to the bells. "There's little Sophia…and then Jeanne-Marie, Anne-Marie, Louise-Marie. Triplets, you know."

Foggy nodded, "And the big bell?"

"Big Marie."

Foggy grinned as he ducked inside the bell, "HELLOOOOOO!" he yelled, chuckling as the sound echoed all around him.

When he came back out, Matt was waiting for him and grinning. "She likes you…would you like to see more?"

"Yeah! I just nodded again…sorry"

Foggy followed Matt up another set of stairs to the roof. "Good…" began Matt, "…because o've saved the best until last."

They both made their way to the edge of the roof, where Foggy gasped in amazement and shock. "Wow…" The sun was just above the horizon as it slowly set as the red, oranges and purples seemed to have been painted on the sky. The buildings of Hell's kitchen seemed so different in this light, simply shadows in the distance. "…I bet the Stark himself doesn't have a view like this…well, he probably does, but rich people never truly enjoy things like this. I could stay up here forever…"

"You could you know…"

Foggy sighed wearily, "No I can't…."

"But you have sanctuary!"

"But not freedom…gypsies don't do so well inside stone walls." Foggy mimicked, altering his voice to sound like the old man.

"But you're not like other gypsies….they're evil."

Foggy glanced around in confusion, "Who told you that…I mean, you were raised here for ten years!"

"Stick. He took care of me and trained me after my Dad was…killed."

"Stick…the old blind guy? How did that bastard manage to raise you! I mean…you're so nice!"

"He's not as bad as you think. He saved me from the man who killed my Dad and took care of me when no-one else would. I would have died without him you know…"

"He told you that?"

"I'm blind…nobody would have wanted to adopt me and I would have gone mad without his training!"

Foggy frowned before gently grabbing hold of Matt's hand, ignoring the man's protests. He examined it closely, ummming and aahing. "Okay, so you've got a long love line….that's good. This one means that you are mostly confident….strange though."

"What?!"

"Your life line…it's quite long…no signs of an early death here. How about me, do you think I have any monster lines on my hand?"

"No!" gasped Matt, "That's impossible! You were so kind to me today!"

"But I'm a gypsy…or at least the son of one. So maybe Stick's wrong, about the both of us?"

("What did he say?"

"Stick's nose is long and he wears a dress!"

"Ha! Knew it! Pay up Claire!"

"Oh bugger!")

….

Matt winced as he heard Foggy sigh wearily, the sadness in his voice making itself very clear to someone with Matt's acute hearing. "Okay…you helped me, and now I'll help you!"

"How?! There's no way out, not with those officers at every door!"

"We're not going to use the doors."

Foggy frowned, "You mean…climb down?!"

"Sure, I'll carry you! It'll be easy!"

"..Okay."

Matt heard Foggy's heartbeat speed up when he lifted the man up off the ground, "Don't be afraid okay?"

"I'm not scared!" Matt, still carrying Foggy in one arm, then jumped off the side of the cathedral whilst using the other hand to grab hold of one of the gargoyles. "Okay, now I'm scared!"

"The trick is not to look down!" Matt then hopped onto the gargoyles below.

"You have done this before haven't you?"

"No…"

Foggy heartbeat remained at a constant high throughout the journey, and things were going smoothly until they landed on roof tiling. Foggy chuckled, "Well you are quite the acrobat, consider me impressed!"

Matt grinned, "Thank yo-WOAH" The tiling underneath them broke and they found themselves sliding down the roof at speed. Thankfully when they reached the end of the roof, Matt was able to grab a hold of another gargoyle as the tile flew off into the distance, distracting the officers below. Once the path was clear, the pair was able to drop down next to one of the statues.

"I hope I didn't scare you?" whispered Matt, as he desperately listened out for any officers that might be heading their way

"Dude…I was terrified the entire time. But it was worth it, so I won't hold it against you."

Matt grinned before sighing, "I won't forget you Foggy…"

There was silence before Matt felt a gentle hand being placed on his face, "Come with me and leave this place!"

Matt shook his head, "No way, I'm never going back out there again….you saw what happened today. No, this is my home…"

"Alright, then I'll come to see you! No problem!"

"Here?! But the officers and Stick and-"

"I'll come after sunset!"

"But after sunset, I ring the evening mas and then I clean the cloisters and then-"

Matt was suddenly cut off when he felt the gentle press of lips against his own. "Whatever's good for you…" he gasped when the kiss finished.

He heard the ruffling of clothes before something was placed around his neck. "This is for whenever you need sanctuary…" whispered Foggy as he guided Matt's hand to the pendant, "…It's embroidered so you should be able to feel the differences. Remember, when you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand…corny, I know, but my Grandma was really into all that nonsense. Riddles and shit."

Matt was about to reply when he heard another set of heartbeats from further down the street. "You have to go! There are officers coming!"

"You have to tell me how you do that…" sighed Foggy as he gave Matt another quick kiss on the cheek and leapt down, running off into the distance.

Matt sighed happily before climbing back up into the bell tower. However, just as he reached the top he felt someone grab his hand and pull him up onto the ledge.

"Hey, I'm looking for Foggy?"