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Prompt: Karen confesses her sins in the confession box only to have it be Matt on the other side

Matt Murdock had many mentors in his life. He had his father, Stick, his priest. Each one had taught him a life lesson. To take a hit, to be independent, that even Lucifer himself had once been an angel. He had never lost respect for these figures in his life, not when they died and not when they left him. He honoured them; he respected them and he looked up to them.

He still sought out Stick's acceptance, he still found himself talking to his dad sometimes, and he still came to the church every so often to confess.

Today was no different. It had been too long since Matt had last made a confession and man, had he sinned. Still, it gave him solace to ask for forgiveness. To say out loud the thing's that he had done or was about to do, even if he was vague.

A lot had been on his mind the last couple of weeks. Elektra's death, his feelings for Karen, what was to be become of Frank Castle…he definitely wasn't on his toes like usual. This was why he hadn't realized he had sat down on the left side of the booth instead of the right. It didn't hit him until he smelt her hair. The sweet strawberry conditioner that could of only belonged to his Karen. He had started to get up to explain the misunderstanding, when she began to speak.

"I'm not sure how this thing usually goes. I've never gone to church, I've never been religious but I need to ask for forgiveness and this was the only place I could think of to go."

Matt could hear Karen's heartbeat thumping uneasily; her hand's fidgeting in her lap. Even though he knew it wasn't right he was too curious to listen to his head so he stayed and listened.

She continued,

"Every time that I close my eyes I'm at a funeral and I'm not sure if it's mine or somebody else's. I-I did something bad father, I hurt someone. Even if I receive your forgiveness I'm not sure that I'll ever receive my own."

Matt lowered his head so she couldn't make out his face.

"I'm not sure if you speak maybe you just listen. I just wanted to say out loud that I-I killed a man. He kidnapped me, I thought I was going to die and then he laid a gun on the table and I grabbed it. I pulled the trigger not once, but seven times. I killed him," she cried, through strained breaths.

"Oh god I killed him." It was the first time that Karen had let herself say it out loud. If she said it out loud then it had to be true. It wasn't just a bad dream; her worst nightmare was a reality and she hadn't yet been able to accept it.

Matt couldn't move. His fists were balled so hard that his knuckles had whitened. The first thought that had gone through his head wasn't that Karen had killed someone; it was that Karen had been kidnapped. Karen had been kidnapped and his greatest fear had come true. He hadn't heard her.

Karen was the one person he had sworn to protect and he hadn't protected her. What if this man hadn't of been the one buried six feet under, but Karen instead? How could he of lived with himself?

"That's all I wanted to say," Karen whispered and Matt just sat there in his own disbelief, listening to the sound of Karen's footsteps disappear into thin air.

Then the last thing he probably should have done happened… he laughed.

He laughed because he just found out that the woman he could quite possibly love killed a man and he was glad. He was glad that the person who had tried to hurt her wouldn't be able to get the chance again. He wasn't certain that if he had been there he wouldn't have killed the man himself. There was something about Karen that made Matt more protective than he had ever been before. Out of everyone in the world she was the one person he was the most afraid to loose. Karen Page released something in Matt that was simply unpredictable.

Then after all that, after realizing that he didn't even care he remembered that she does. Karen was the most caring person he knew. How could Karen get up everyday let alone come in to work? Matt knew what it was like to feel guilt. He felt guilt over not being able to save Elektra, he felt guilt over not telling Karen that he's Daredevil, he felt guilt over not stopping his dad the day he went into the ring for the final time.

More than anything he longed to take that pain away from her. All this time he had noticed something different about her, a sadness shadowing her. He should have pushed her harder to console in him; he should have shared the weight of her burden. All he had now was the potential to take a little pain away and keep taking until there was nothing left.

When Karen arrived home that night after a few drinks, she didn't expect to hear a knock on her door. She had been crying (alcohol had made her even more emotional), but didn't bother to conceal the redness of her face before opening the door. She didn't care anymore about trivial things like her appearance and it hadn't ended up mattering since it was Matt who ended up being on the other side of the door.

He didn't know if he was going to tell her that he knew…he would eventually but now he just needed to take her mind off of everything.

"Matt, what are you doing here?" she asked and he held up a plastic bag.

"I come bearing movies, Final destination one two and three."

Karen laughed.

"What's the occasion?"

"No occasion, I just know how hard you've been working and figured you could use a break. Plus, I had these DVD's in my apartment. It was a really bad Christmas gift; poor buddy forgot I was blind. I thought maybe you could just tell me what's going on and I could try following along to the audio."

Karen held the door open and Matt walked in.

"You really haven't missed anything I have to tell you, they're all pretty terrible. Maybe that's what makes them so timeless you know? For some reason even though the same occurrence of events repeats itself each movie people still go to see the new one when it comes out."

Matt grinned and took a seat on the couch.

"I think movies are one of the things that I've missed the most since I lost my sight. I loved super hero movies; Batman was one of my favourites."

Karen nestled in beside Matt and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Maybe that's what inspired you to be a lawyer, to help people. You are the closest thing to a super hero I know Matt Murdock."

If only she knew.

They started the movie and Karen narrated. Matt loved hearing the sound of her voice; he had to fight the urge to fall asleep to it multiple times.

"He's getting off the plane now. Wait, why aren't they following him! Matt what are they doing? He said it was going to crash why don't they believe him?"

They were half way through the third movie when Karen fell asleep. Staring at her, pale angelic soft skin and radiant blonde hair; she hardly looked capably of killing a fly let alone a person. For some reason despite the fact that someone had died at her hand, it hadn't altered Matt's view of her. It hadn't made his feelings for her disappear or the fact that she was the most amazing woman he had ever met change. Karen Page was stronger than Matt would ever know and now that she told him her secret she was ready to tell her his.