Post by webdevil on Nov 12, 2021 2:42:05 GMT -7
And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.
- Matthew: 21:22
Sitting in the pew was a time of solace. A time of seeking validation or courage. For Matt Murdock, Attorney-at-Law, it was a time of quiet. Acoustics in the building echoed every footstep, every hushed whisper. Nothing said in the Church ever left it, and yet every word within its walls could be heard by him all the same, for Matt Murdock could hear many things. A gift (or a curse he felt sometimes) he picked up after a selfless act took his sight. For a time, he was angry with God, questioning why he chose to blind a young man desperate to do such good. He realized as he grew older why: For the accident sharpened his remaining senses to superhuman levels, gifted him an uncanny Radar Sense that almost was better than sight, and has aided him as he did his Father's work clad in the red garb and identity of Daredevil, the Man Without Fear.
But all of that was merely window dressing to the story.
"I've known many a 'lapsed' Catholic to walk thru those doors seeking comfort," came a voice that Matt recognized as Father Jean based on the lingering notes of his French accent. The man made his voice more pronounced as if to announce his arrival to the blind man.
"But usually they head straight for the confession rather than sit in silence, Mat-hew," he concluded. Matt's expression remained stoic as he "stared" ahead. In reality, his Radar was picking up the entire block of Hell's Kitchen surrounding the Church.
"I like the quiet," replied Matt simply.
"Yew and several utters as of late," replied Father Jean darkly.
Matt could only guess at what the priest was inferring; Recently a gang of self-styled Daredevil fanboys have begun dressing up and trying to patrol the city in his - rather Daredevil's - name. Unlike their hero however, these self-proclaimed "protectors" were a mob of murderers who attacked and brutalized everybody from drug dealers to mobsters to costumed killers such as Jigsaw and Typhoid Mary. Not even other heroes were immune to their attacks when he discovered his friend and fellow teammate, Iron Fist, along with Ben Urich were attacked when they began investigating why they torched a homeless shelter co-sponsored by Rand Corp and Fisk.
A pregnant silence passed before the priest spoke again.
"Wat eez on your mind, Mat-hew?" he asked before taking a seat next to him.
"Do you ever feel sometimes you can be unfair to friends and family?" said Matt, still facing forward.
"Zat depends on te context; are we talking about their actions or your bias towards it?"
"Wouldn't that be the same thing?" asked Matt.
"Not at all; for your belief colours everything. What tey do is their free will just as much as it is for you to sit in judgement," said Father Jean.
"And what if someone did something you thought was wrong?" Matt shot back.
"If you would forgive me, but 'For we walk by faith, not by sight. - 2 Corinthians 2:5.' With zat en mind, perhaps letting them a chance to explain with an o-pen mind would help, no?" asked Father Jean.
Matt tilted his head down towards his feet uncomfortably. He remembered being so angry that night, so caught up in the moment...
The priest put a hand on his shoulder to let him know he was still there.
"If you need to confess, I shall be there," he said gently. Matt tilted his head.
"Thank you, Father," he said, his voice echoing off every acoustic.
The priest got up and took his leave, leaving the blind vigilante with more questions than answers, and the walls of the Church felt even larger than before...
