Author's Note: This a bit shorter than the other chapter, the last chapter was longer and I have been under the weather so it has been a bit harder to write.

For a man that was so skinny, he was a heavy guy was the thought of Hell's Kitchen's personal homegrown vigilante who carried his blue counterpart into his apartment. He kept them out of sight by staying by the shadows, the dark colors that the two had chosen for the outfits helped disguising them into the shadows of the building.

He gently left him lying on his couch, making sure that he was on the opposite side to that of his wound. The Blueman huffed and squawked in pain, forcing himself up to a sitting position, which only caused him more pain. At the quick breathes and grunts of pain the blue vigilante gave out this time caused his counterpart to bend down to his face.

"Listen to me," The Devil of Hell's Kitchen told him. "Lay down and don't try moving, you have severe burns on your chest and you need treatment"

"No hospital, too many questions"

"I know," He placated the injured party. "I called a friend, she can take care of you"

This seemed to calm the Blueman down quite a bit. He rolled back down onto his good shoulder, the now exposed skin on his left shoulder, the spandex, and the jacket had been burned away leaving open to the air.

There were a swing and an opening, signaling that Claire Temple had entered the apartment. She strolled in wearing a nurse uniform, the pastel color standing out of the dark shadows of the apartment. There was a frown on her face showcasing a certain amount of displeasure she had for being called out here at this time. Then she took one look at the burn victim on the couch.

"Jesus," Claire exclaimed, her hands coming to her mouth in horror. "Did someone use a flamethrower on this guy"

"Plasma," The injured party corrected, making another noise of pain along with it. "Some kind of concreted plasma thrower, more like a blow torch than fireball"

"Sounds painful," She told peering down at the red muscle showing. "Looks like it burned you all the way down to your muscle, I am going to need you to take off your top"

"And reveal my secret identity," He seemed to chuckle at this like there was some joke.

"Oh, no you're some guy I never met," She said, joked trying to convince him of how foolish he was being. "I suppose that you would prefer to die of infection"

"I was gonna take it off," He groaned and with his right hand ripped it right off. "Can you imagine, I just got these clothes too"

Clare took one look at him in a dark room, squinting at him. She took out some medical supplies from her bag and got to work. There was a youth to his face that she only noticed while up close.

"How old are you?" Clare as him softly.

"22," He coughed out.

"Really, you look about fifteen," It wasn't a question but a statement laced with disbelief.

"I get that a lot," The Blue Man informed her. "I got a baby face"

"Is that right, what do you think?" She asked the only other person in the room.

"Seems right to me." Was the response from him.

She worked quietly for a while, inspecting the wound as she disaffected it. Looking at the damage, it was much too severe for any treatment she could give to help him. So the nurse found herself coming to a conclusion that she hadn't wanted to.

"You're going to have surgery to deal with this, properly a skin graft," She told wrapping bandages around his torso, to keep dirt from entering the wound. "There is nothing else I can do"

"Not," There was a yelp of pain as he laid back down. "Possible"

"What do mean? Not possible, you practically have no skin on your shoulder!"

"No way anyone will manage to take any skin off my body that isn't some kind of superweapon"

"Too badass?" She asked him mockingly.

"Claire," The apartment's owner interrupted her from speaking further. "He's bullet-proof," He scoffed at his own words. "Well, also high-grade military rocket-proof"

"What!" She let out a surprised yelp at the noise. Now she was worried about what weapon did that to this guy, especially if criminals on the street had that level of hardware now.

"Yup," The Blue Man chuckled, what little ego he had left was resurfacing. "Right now, I am the strongest guy in this city, though I thought was invulnerable"

"Where did all that strength get you, on my couch, in agony," He went over to where the hood and domino mask was discarded, picking them up and throwing them in a bin. "I think this is where you get off"

"Says that man I had to save from the plasma weapon tonight"

"Matt?" Was the nurse's horrified response to that news. That lead to a short moment where she chewed him out for being reckless. Claire decided for the two of them that Matt couldn't control what other people did with their lives. Then there was nothing but silence for a few moments between the three.

"Your Matt?" The Blueman asked him, he sounded kind of confused to Claire, which if he knew what she thought with his tone here, then he was right to be confused.

"Sounds like you know me from that reaction?"

"Read about the blind lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, Matt Murdock," He told him truthfully. "I didn't think that he was the Man in The Black Mask though"

"How do you know I'm blind?"

"It's the way you respond to sentences, physically I mean, it remembers me of my cousin, she was blind"

"I wasn't always blind"

"Neither was my cousin"

"You know me," Matt spoke. "But I don't know you, what's your name?"

"People call me Pat," That as weird phrasing. "Pat Doyle"

"The reporter?" Matt found that interesting.

"Hey, Claire you don't mind me calling that do you?" The patient asked her, to which she told him that she didn't mind. "Grab the mask out of the bin, it's still usable"

She did so, much to the annoyance of Matt. After that Claire waved Matt over to the hall, telling him that she had something to private to say to him.

"I don't think that he'll make it"

"What," Matt was aghast, he wanted the kid to stop his vigilante life but not like this. "Isn't there something we can do"

"Not with skin as tough you say he has," She shook her head. "We can only hope that the open wound won't get infected for months while the wound scabs over"

"That's a long time," Matt ran his hands through his short hair. "isn't there anything we can give him to boost his immune system," He stammered out. "Keep him from being sick"

"If he won't see a doctor, we can't test him, so we can't even guess how his body will react to any medicine we give him"

There was a deadly silence between the two, they were feeling the pressure of failing such a young. The guilt was especially bad on Matt's side, maybe the kid would have been able to deal all the mobsters by himself if he hadn't been there, the kid was certainly doing well enough before he had jumped in to contribute.

For Claire, her guilt came from her inability to help the young man on the couch. She was a nurse that had sworn an oath to help all those in need of help, to do no harm. It was crushing for her to think that she couldn't do more for the young man on the couch. It was then the two were surprised by the next thing the youth did.

"You know I can hear you guys," Pat yelled over to them.

Today was the day, he was finally free, Jim was going home to his daughter. It had been a few weeks since he had fought that masked freak. His daughter had visited him several times already but that wasn't the same as when he could go home and read her a story.

He was still kind of injured, so he wasn't going to be doing any hard work for Nesbitt or even Mickey, no he was going to take easy for a while. There were management duties for him to arrange but it was ensured that he wouldn't be busting heads anytime soon.

"Mr. O'Reilly, it's a pleasure to meet you," A man that he never saw before. He was tall, in a really expensive black suit with a white shirt and an equally expensive pair of glasses. "I have heard so much about you." There was something false about the man in front of Jim.

"James Wesley." The suit brought his hand out to shake. Jim was not a stupid man, he knew from the sight of the man not to insult so he shook that hand.

"Jim O'Reilly"

"I know," Wesley replied in a matter of fact kind of way, his glasses glinting in the light of the hospital halls. "My employer has a great offer for you"

"Who'd that be?" The Irish father asked, there was a tension in his chest just from way Wesley said, employer.

"Let's just say a man who would be interested in supplying you with work"

"I've already got a job," Jim told him, he was a lot of things but Nesbitt had done right by him all these years, so he wasn't going to jump ship. "Pays well and all"

"Yes," The more mannerly of two sighed as if the what he was going to say would take a lot out of him. "But my employer can offer you something your one can't"

"What's that"

"A perfectly legit occupation"

"What? Why he would do that"

"He saw your heroics in a paper, we could use a man of your new reputation"

"I don't know, the Boss has been good to me"

"Yes," Wesley took an envelope out of his coat pocket."But think about the benefits, I knew that the store owner's insurance covered your medical bills but you won't have such a helping hand in the future, Mr. O'Reilly." He handed him the envelop over.

"That is true." It was a thought that he had a lot during his time in the medical ward. If wasn't the kindness of that old man, Phillip, he would be had been able to afford to recover as he has. Jim decided to rip the envelope open, peering into its content.

There was a real legal contact, Jim should know he spent enough time forging them to know the difference. The contact had a figure over three times the amount he was making now. This was the opportunity of the lifetime.

"It would have better hours than your current job." The suited man tempted Jim further with this. It was beginning to look like the best idea for his future, it would mean that he would be with his family more often.

"What would I be doing in this new job?"

"Less than you would in your current one," Wesley supplied. "You would just work as a bodyguard for my employer"

"There got to be better people than me for that?"

"Better trained? Sure, but not more motivated," Jim was complemented by the glasses-wearing man. "You took on great injuries fighting that Black Masked Man, we just want you to showcase a similar devotion to my employer"

It was sounding like a good deal, almost too good but he still had the thought of what would happen to his family if he were to die in this new role he would undertake. If he were to die in this job then unlike his work with the Irish they wouldn't be protected by the Irish Families from threats.

"What about my family"

"What about them?"

"What if I croak protecting your boss? Will they be taken care off?"

"They would live like Kings and Queens if that was to happen," It was said with so much conviction that Jim began to believe his every word. "Loyalty deserves rewards Mr. O'Reilly, and that would be the ultimate show of loyalty"

This was the nail in the coffin, Jim was soon on board with this new job. He would, of course, have to run this with his wife but when she hears of the benefits this role will bring his family, she will have to be behind him in this new venture, he wouldn't do it otherwise. Afterall it couldn't be any more dangerous to be a bodyguard than to be a member of the Irish Mafia.

After what was an awkward talk between that three in Matt's apartment about Pat's future chances, Claire left the two alone for the night. Matt tried to give up his bed for the wounded man but he refused and Matt didn't have the strength to force even an injured Pat into his bed. So Pat was on the couch, Matt was on the bed and after letting Pat use his phone to tell Ben that he was alright was how the two sleep for the night.

What happened next solved one mystery for Pat and opened another one.

He awoke from his slumber, sun shining down onto his face, he felt rejuvenated. The energy he had lost by getting hit last night, was almost replenished. In an away it reminded him of a fresh shower, it was as if he had been clean from the pain. His shoulder went from a blazing fire to a mild cup of coffee. Pat stood up from the couch with renewed vigor. He gingerly poked the wound through the bandages, feeling only the amount of pain he would from a bruise.

It was at that moment that Matt walked out of his room, somehow having bed hair with the little he had.

"Your up earlier than I thought," He enquired. "How's the shoulder." There was a certain amount of guilt that Pat could hear in the future DareDevil's voice.

"It feels amazing," Pat attempted to put words to his state. "Like it still hurts but it's nothing now"

Matt walked up to him, an odd frown on his face. He gently felt around the wound, his frown eventually turned into a smile.

"Have a look," He told. "We need to change the bandages anyway, you might as well see what's happened"

Pat practically ripped the bandage off his shoulder, what he found was nothing short of a miracle. What once oozed red and looked like Freddy Krueger's chest, now the only sign anything had been injured was a slight redness. The Wonderment he felt became enlightened as a sunbeam was coming through the window. Thoughts began to race in his mind, of red and blue.

Matt was confused when he decided to start humming an unfamiliar tone to him but to Pat, it was a tone real close to home.

Author's Note: There is technically more to that final scene, for instance, the two discuss their respective backstories but I don't think that people need to be retold Pat and Matt's backstories in this chapter so I left that out. If people want me to do summarize Matt's backstory then I will do so next chapter.

I hope I didn't mangle any character interaction between Matt and Pat because those two will be interacting more often. How will this change things for Matt going forwards?

So this was the moment that some of you were waiting for, that I hinted at some time ago in the thread. This will change Pat's expectations of himself, what kind of changes, well I prefer to let the chapters speak themselves in this instance. What kind of thoughts do you guys think he will be thinking now that he has figured it out.

Jim has gone in a direction that I hope no one was guessing, it might be surprising to people that Fisk was interested in hiring him but it will all make sense in the future. It is all works out for his plans.