To Each His Own {Matt Murdock x daughter!reader}

Warnings: kidnapping, violence

Word count: 1032

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I don't understand my dad sometimes, and he sometimes doesn't understand me either, which is fine. But I don't understand why he thinks it's okay to leave his only child alone. It makes no sense, but then again, I don't understand him, so maybe it makes perfect sense to him. I

I hope it makes sense. I really do.

Honestly, I don't feel like doing anything other than waiting impatiently, anxiously, just for my mom and dad to come home.

Gods, I just wish he wasn't a superhero sometimes. I know that superheroes are cool and their one of my favorite things in this whole world but not my dad. My dad is already my hero. He does not need the super part.

Okay. I need to do something to get my mind off of this. I sit up from my bed and look out the window, stretching a bit. There are always fewer cars at night, but that doesn't make it any less noisy out there. 

I pick up my phone which had found its way off my nightstand and onto the ground. Luckily, it landed on the carpet. I got one text from my dad.

'Karen has been kidnapped by a group of people. I don't know if they're going after you too or not but please stay safe.'

Karen has been kidnapped rings through my head, just like when Claire was. I won't freak out like last time. If someone comes after me, I'll fight them. 

Going to the kitchen, I pick out the biggest knife I can find and then I wait on the couch, senses on high alert. I jump at every minor sound. The neighbors next door turned on a vacuum, a car passing in the streets below, a random mouse, etc. 

Gonna have to do something about that mouse.

Regardless, I'm on edge. And I'm worried about Karen. I know she can handle herself but that really won't stop me from worrying. Worrying causes problems and I told myself I wouldn't worry.

Fine. I'll turn on the news. 

I find my dad's computer and set it down on the counter. It's probably going to play in the background while I stress clean. "Hurry up, dad," I mumble.

I grab a broom and start sweeping, the lady on the news talks about the hostage situation I assume Karen is in. I hear a sound, startled, I drop the broom. Looking around, I don't see anything or anyone but I grab my knife just in case.

"Who's there?" I call out, "You better identify yourself or I'll call the cops!"

No response. Maybe it was nothing... I am just paranoid as usual.

"You get stranger every time I meet ya, kid..." the voice of Stick says. I grip the handle of my knife a bit tighter. 

"For the last time... I'm not going to join your war," I tell him, maintaining my composure around him, knowing he probably sees through that. Stick just laughs to himself and takes a couple more steps forward. I take a few back, aware that I might get cornered in the kitchen.

"Relax, I won't hurt you," he says and my muscles relax slightly. I still have a tight grip on the knife. 

"You hurt me last time, dumbass. Why should I trust you?" I ask.

"With a mouth like that, it's no wonder you're Ellie's kid," he chuckles. He's talking about my mom. He knew my mom.

"So what do you want?" I ask.

"Well, Matty doesn't seem to care about this war, so I'm going to give him a reason to care about it," he states. Unsure of what that means, I don't respond. "So, why I'm here? Simple. I'm going to give you to the Hand," he says. I don't know what the Hand is, but I think it's who my dad is up against.

"Uh, hell no," I scoff and back up into the counter. I don't have many plans for escape, so dad better hurry his ass home. As I debate on whether or not to throw the knife at him, he steps closer.

"Yeah, you don't really have a choice, kid," he says and starts walking faster towards me. Okay, he'll probably dodge, but it's worth a shot. I throw the knife and he catches it.

My composure completely disappears. Fear replaces my confidence and Stick knows it. He closes in on me, grabbing me. I scream but I doubt anyone hears me. I struggle as he holds me down and suddenly, there's a sharp pain in the back of my head followed by black.

I wake up in a dimly lit room, the musty smell of mold fills my nose. I'm tied to a chair, bound tightly, bruises probably forming around my wrists and ankles if I struggle too hard against them.

"Good morning, Rylanne," an old Chinese woman says with a Mandarin accent, hobbling over to me on her cane.

"Who are you? What's going on?" I look around, trying to scan for potential threats, but honestly, I don't think I'll be safe until I'm back with my dad.

I still have a headache.

"My name is Madam Gao and you are currently under the custody of the Hand. Daughter of the Daredevil, huh? Well... that is a prize I could not have possibly given up," she smiles. There's something about her, a confidence that makes me respect her.

I'm not terrified of her; she's an old woman, but I probably would lose to her in a fight.

I don't say anything else. She knows who I am and who my dad is. I think the most important thing, though, is keeping myself alive. "Are you going to torture me?" I ask.

"No!" she laughs, "We only want your father. We will let you go safe and sound as long as he arrives."

I nod, praying to a God I haven't talked to in a while that my dad hurries.

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A/N: Idk if you could tell, but I absolutly love Madam Gao. She is such a good character. I might be posting more and more now. Actually, I'm almost done with this story! Like, two chapters, then I will be able to move onto the third season. Possibly a Spider-themed spinoff if I feel like it? (set in present Marvel)