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"So how is the whole Daredevil-ing thing going?" Foggy asked at work the next day.

Matt looked up distractedly, having been tracing his fingers over a braille copy of a case they were looking into. After Fisk's fall, they had gotten an influx of clients, which meant more money but also infinitely more work. While the cash flow was nice, along with being able to help those in need, Matt did miss being able to snooze at his desk to make up for the missed sleep due to his extracurricular activities.

"It's going fine," he shrugged, still a bit uncomfortable talking to Foggy about the darker side of his life. "Why do you ask?"

"I mean, if I'm going to get used to this whole vigilante thing you do—" Matt winced at that "—then we might as well talk about it occasionally. Not all the time of course," Foggy said with wide eyes. "Just...I'm trying to get used to it, you know?"

Matt tilted his head for any sign that Karen might be coming into the office— she had left in a huff after her third attempt at making coffee had gone horribly wrong and announced that she was just going to stop at a cafe to get them coffee instead— and, finding none, he sighed. His bones ached from a particularly hard hit someone had landed on his shoulder and his side itched from the stitches Claire had done right after he had left that girl's apartment.

"Tiring," he said after a long silence. "Fisk's takedown didn't keep things quiet for long. If anything, it's more hectic. Everyone seems to be jockying for power, and those that aren't are using them as distractions to get away with smaller crimes."

"So, what, Fisk created, like, this vacuum?" Foggy said. "That seems inconvenient."

Matt gave him a wry grin. "It is for me. But I haven't been hurt too bad yet."

"Uh-huh," Foggy said, narrowing his eyes disbelievingly. "Your definition of 'not being hurt too bad' is a bit stilted Matt. Are we talking scaffolding level hurt or just stiches level or—"

"That was one time," Matt complained. Foggy continues like he hadn't heard him.

"My point is that you seem to get hurt so much that you don't seem to know what getting hurt to bad is," Foggy stated, waiting for Matt to speak.

His face fell guiltily.

"I did get nailed pretty bad in the head the other night," he said. "And I reoppened one of the cuts Claire stitched up for me."

"Matt," Foggy groaned.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just...don't want you to worry about me."

"I'll always worry about you, you idiot," Foggy said affectionately. "Might as well accept that now."

Matt laughed. "Thanks, Foggy."

"So, did anything else happen?" his friend asked expectantly. Matt hesitated for a moment.

"I met a girl," he admitted.

"You met a girl?" Foggy grinned.

"Not— not that kind of girl." Foggy's face fell minutely before brightening again.

"So how did you meet this girl?" he asked, grinning brightly.

"I, uh. I kind of collapsed on her after saving her from two guys."

Foggy was silent for a beat.

"Matt."

"I know."

"Oh my god."

Matt groaned. "I knew I shouldn't have told you anything."

"Aw come on," Foggy jabbed. "So, this girl, what's her name?"

"Um... Aishe, I think?" Matt said uncertainly.

"Aishe," Foggy tried. "Sounds Arabic."

Matt shrugged. "I'll ask her the next time you see her."

"...You plan on seeing her again?" Foggy asked.

"She helped me out, and she walks home in a dangerous part of town. It's the least I can do to keep an ear open while I'm in that part of town."

"I see," Foggy said dubiously. "But that does bring up a good subject. How long has it actually been since you've gotten laid Matt?"

"We are not having this conversation," Matt said. "And besides, how does that bring up the topic of sex?"

His best friend ignored him.

"I mean all of those years of letting me believe you were sleeping with those hot paralegals? That's a sin, man," Foggy griped. "What has it been? Three years since you started this whole Daredevil thing?"

"Foggy I—"

The door clicked open.

"Hi guys," Karen said breathlessly. "Sorry for the wait, the line was terrible at all of the popular places so I had to go to this tiny little place. It was so cool. They handpress their own coffee and everything and the baristas were so nice— Oh. Am I interrupting something?"

"Just Matt being a secretive bastard as usual," Foggy huffed dramatically.

"Hey!" Matt shot back playfully.

Karen just shook her head affectionately, handing out their coffees and sitting down to file through the rest of their paperwork.

Aishe didn't have any run ins with Daredevil that night or the next. The days seemed to go fast, punctuated by insane orders full of enough sugar and caffeine to make a heart stop. Even the walk home seemed to go faster without the usual worry over the danger lurking in the night.

She unlocked the door to her apartment, sitting down at the kitchen counter to rifle through bills and spam mail. Reading over the letters filled with confusing medical jargon made her head hurt, and she pressed the heel of her palms to her eyes. When she had gotten her diagnosis, she had promptly dropped out of school. Her family was okay financially, but they weren't well off enough to juggle between school and medical bills. Aishe had insisted it would be fine at her parents protests. After all, an art major could only get you so far. She had switched to working full time at the small coffee shop she worked at, trying to earn enough to keep her head up without needing the help of her parents.

There was a faint knock at her window, and she looked up, catching the clock hanging on the wall which proudly proclaimed that is was eleven o'clock at night, around the time she went to bed, and that she had gotten nothing done.

She already had half an idea of who was at the window at this hour, but she peered through the curtains anyway just in case. Sure enough, Daredevil was looking right back at her. She unlatched the window hesitantly, pulling it open quickly to try to avoid the rain that was currently pouring from the sky.

The masked man swung his feet over the sill easily, water making his red suit look like...well, blood.

"Hello, Daredevil," she greeted amiably, grateful for the distraction, even if it was a slightly dangerous one.

He nodded. "Aishe."

"So to what do I owe your presence to tonight?"

"I decided to check in on you," he shrugged.

She laughed lighter than she had in a while. "Can't get enough of me, huh?"

She could have sworn she saw the man grin wryly from underneath his mask.

"If you can't be safer walking home, then it's the least I could do to make sure that you don't get killed. You helped me. I owe you."

"So chivalrous," she laughed. "You don't need to feel any obligation to me just because I helped you. Anyone would have done it."

He looked at her oddly. "Not everyone."

She shrugged uncomfortably. The silence stretche out. "S-so, uh... Nice weather, isn't it?"

"It's not my favorite, no," he admitted.

"Hm. That's a shame. The rain is wonderful," she proclaimed before adding, "Maybe not so great in the city, but out past that? It's wonderful."

He studied her carefully. She seemed tired, he noted. Her muscles were tense despite her relaxed demeanor and her heart was beating slightly faster than normal.

"I wouldn't know," he said, still focusing at the strange heaviness in her muscles.

"In the city, the rain just makes the trash stink," she explained. "But out in the forest or the desert? It brings the smells to life. It's calming."

"You're a lot less nervous around me tonight than you were before," he noted.

Aishe just laughed. "I still am a bit nervous, just... Life's too short to wallow in it, you know?"

Matt didn't know, nor did he understand what she meant, but he nodded anyway which seemed to satisfy her.

She looked at him. "Thank you for visiting me, Daredevil. You're a welcome distraction from the bills."

She laughed but it sounded slightly off.

He was about to respond when the sound of a robbery three blocks down hit his ears, slightly distorted by the rainfall. She must have noticed his change in posture because she straightened.

"Leaving so soon?" she teased, but he could hear a note of anxiety under her forcefully light tone.

He nodded stiffly.

"Stay safe, Daredevil," she called as he slid out the window and shut it behing him, leaving her alone in her empty apartment with its bills and mocking clocks.

Aishe stared at the window sill for a moment longer before turning around and turning off the kitchen light, contemplating rain and masked men as she got ready for bed.

Ooh are they gonna be friendos soon? Maybe. Check out next chapter to see. Also, I love rain. It's raining here finally.

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