❝ I am Karen and I am clearly not as drunk as I HOPED    cause I am already regretting it even though it was great,        like really,good job on that.          I am sorry can we start over?❞

It’s 1 am and Karen has been wandering on the half empty streets of hell kitchen for at least half an hour now,trying to process everything Matt told her.But that wasn’t an easy task.How was she just supposed to digest the fact that the closest person to her,her boyfriend-even for a short period- has been lying about who he was since the moment he met her.Her brain was one hell of a shitstorm at this point.Her feelings as well.ANGER, BETRAYAL ,SADNESS. She needed to talk to someone,blow off some steam.And that someone was no other than Foggy,the second closest person to her who has also been possibly lying to her right off the bat.

Karen knocked repeatedly on Foggy’s door.     ❝ Foggy...Foggy it’s Karen ❞      The cold night air gently hitting face definitely had a soothing effect on her.The moment Foggy opened the door Karen let herself in, murmuring as she entered     ❝           I need a drink❞

    ❝It’s YOU            You were in Matt’s...❞ 

Karen stopped in the middle of the sentence as memories of THAT night rushed in.She felt that pinch in her stomach allover again.Eyes narrowing the woman across her,she gulped and continued.

    ❝If you’re looking for him,i don’t know nor       do I  W A N T to know where he is.❞

❝A double whiskey,no ice.                            Actually to save you the trouble of a refill,make that two❞

The moment the drinks arrived she downed the first almost like a shot.Karen put the empty glass down. Before she reached for the second one she paused and sighed heavily.Maybe getting drunk would help her forget what he told her.With that on her mind she downed the second one as well

❝ I M  D A R E D E V I L❞

After that suddenly everything went completely silent. No speeding cars,no police sirens,no people walking outside and talking loudly.Just his words replaying in her head over and over.She didn’t know what to say, hell she didn’t know what to believe either.If Matt hadn’t shown her the mask she would probably think he was just messing with her. What kind of logic would explain how a blind man could be a well known vigilante? She reached a point where she even started doubting if he was blind.But what hurt her more was that she started doubting his feelings for her.How could someone who has been lying about a huge part of his life have honest feelings towards her?

But then everything started making sense. Matt’s regular absence from a night out with her and Foggy,him constantly showing up late or sometimes not at all and most of all his not at all rare injuries.She wanted to speak,she wanted let it out but she just couldn’t.She just starred at him dumbfounded, on the verge of crying.But she refused to cry,not in front of him.