Edited: 23/09/23

He got his way. Harry got his way. Finding the girl he called his daughter in her way home from med school. Blair was beyond displeased. He wanted a nice meal with her, she wanted to shove a steak knife in his eye.

But they did need to talk. Even she agreed. She needed to know why. Why destruction followed him, why he risked her? She needed to know it all. Even if the answered killed her. Even if that meant she spent tonight crying over the toilet throwing up.

People were dead. Innocent lives. People who shouldn't have to die. Because of a cause. Because Fisk said so. Because of him. Weak weak man.

Everything hurt to sit across from him. Everything in her body ached to reach for the knife and end it all. She stayed steady with her breath, pushing around the red soup in her bowl. Not once did the spoon reach her lips.

"First you were late, now you don't speak." She scoffed, continuing to mix the orangey red liquid around her bowl.

Harry looked at her, a mouth full of gammon. "I'm eating."

She pushed her bowl towards him, crossed her arms and turned her head. Breath. Matt had said this was a bad idea, so had Cassie. In fact, she was surprised Cassie wasn't hear to kill him.

"Do not-"

"Do not start? You started it." She huffed, smiling as a waiter looked at the two with concern. Don't throw the bowl at him! Do not throw it!!!! Blair began to play with the loose threads of Matts hoodie, refusing to look at her father. "What's with the face, it doesn't suit you?"

"Ask the one they've been calling Daredevil, he gave to me."

Blair looked at him finally. Sure she had seen a haze of purple and blue on his face, but she hadn't looked at him to make the shapes or even know what it was. But now she looked. She looked to admire the work of Matt. "He did a good job. Should hire him again." Once again she looked anywhere but him.

"Elizabeth—"

"Don't fucking call me that." She was shaking once again, half convinced smoke was coming from her ears. Her fists tightened, nails digging into her skin and she tried to remind herself that she's fine.

"Blair—"

"What Harry?" She questioned, resting her eyes on the way with with a sharp look. "Was Mr oh so scary Fisk threatening your life or something, because boo fucking hoo, mom went threw that from the age of ten. For seventeen years." Blair growled out, her fists clenched even tighter as her heart cried out for her mother. "I've had to deal with that since I was born, maybe you should of thought it through, you really think you allying with Fisk was gonna make us be a happy father and daughter duo?" She asked, snarking. "Cause if so, you were fucking delusional."

"Language!"

"So why'd you do it?"

"He threatens your life, he promised to keep you safe."

She wanted to laugh. Her whole body ached to double over. Longed for all of this to be a sick joke. "He tried to kill me. Do not pretend you care, you didn't care from day one, you never cared about me or mum or anyone."

"You don't mean that."

"Don't I?" She asked, spitting out the question like it was bad for her. "Well, it's a good job I mean this, Harry Scott, I don't forgive you, I never will and I have no respect for you. I mean every ounce of this, I hate you." 

Harry did not believe her. Most fathers would not believe those words, even if they did hurt. And on god it hurt to hear her say every part of that. After everything he did how can she hate him. 

He watched her slide out of the booth and walk away. Blair didn't look, she didn't stop to think about him, instead she was gone. He took his eyes off of her and over to her uneaten overpriced soup. He knew she wouldn't eat, yet she was adamant about having it. 

Blair did not look back, under no circumstances would she give him a hint of hope. He could not change, and neither would she. Blair hated him, completely. 

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Cassie was the best. No matter what time she called, the girl always answered, she was always down for a night time walk and sharing a bottle of cheap vodka in a metal bottle. The two did not have the money for a night out, so bottles of vodka in the street was their best bet. 

Blair was probably leading herself to a life of alcoholism when all her problems had been solved with a bottle of vodka or whiskey and amazing sex with a vigilante. 

An hour after her departure, her father had been found dead in alley way. How delightful! Apart of her felt guilty, as though her wishing him to be dead had killed him. But dreams are dreams and reality is reality, rarely do the two cross. 

"Do you ever think about fighting?"

Cassie looked at her, taking the red painted bottle from her hands. "Shoot me dead if I ever get into a fight that isn't a drunk bar one."

Blair nodded. She missed the adrenaline they used to get when Stick would make the girls practice. She missed the threat of fighting, sparing sessions with Matt did not hit the same. He cared to much. She needed a repeat of the night her father came out of prison. 

Cassie watched her, not believing she was thinking right. In the long long time the girls had known each other, she had began to learn that Blair had a tendency to self destruct in her mind and eventually loose it on the world. "What he taught us, it wasn't good or normal, babe. We were children. You don't need to fight, you need to rest. Forget everything he taught you, I know you don't want to hear this, but forget everything we went through. You have a normal life, don't risk that." 

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Blair was leathered. The two girls had shared three bottles of vodka before Blair walked Cassie home. Her own messy walk home was a pain, she stumbled until a certain devil had found her and caught her body before she hit the floor. 

She couldn't look at him, her eyes wouldn't even focus. Maybe this was finally the end. Maybe her heart would stop soon, maybe her body would be over. Maybe her life was finally finished. 

"Do you even care? Like you come mine is it just for sex?" She asked, her body leaning against his as they walked. Matt didn't speak. He dared not to look at her. "I care, I make myself sick with care. My body aches, Matty. I want you to be ok all the time, so much that I forget myself. I love you and sometimes I think you hate the idea of me. Everything is upside down. There's no us, is there? "

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Blair was out the second Matt laid her down on the pillow. He sat on the edge of her bed. Her head was a mess, he knew that. She reeked of vodka and cheap perfume. And even though he knew she was drunk out of her mind, angry at her father, mourning him, heavily confused and possibly loosing herself, Matt couldn't help but be angry at the words that left her mouth.

"I care too." He whispered amongst the darkness of her room.