Mike doesn’t catch up with Matt until he reaches the next block. Matt appears to have stopped and… He’s sobbing. The knuckles of his right fist are raw and bloodied, like he recently punched and broke something that was not soft.
Mike stops just outside the alleyway and reaches out for his brother’s shoulder. “Matt--,” Matt grabs his hand before it can make contact and uses the momentum to throw Mike over his shoulder and into the air several feet. He rolls as he lands on a piece of folded cardboard and barely stops himself from crashing into a nearby dumpster. “What the hell.”
Matt takes a step forward and Mike stands up. “I understand that you’re angry. But, we don’t have to fight, Matty. Not like this.” Matt is literally shaking with anger. He can see the trails left behind down both cheeks from falling tears. The wet trails are joined by a third from his nose at his chin and from there drip to the pavement bellow.
“I’m so mad at you right now, Mike.”
“Yeah, I got the memo.”
“No! No, you don’t. That’s the problem.” Matt takes off his glasses and wipes his face with his sleeve before putting them on again. He then reaches for his cane and folds it up. Mike watches as he throws it up onto a nearby fire escape platform, before climbing it himself towards the roof, leaving it behind.
Mike dusts himself off, then thinks about going for Matt’s cane to make sure it doesn’t get left behind. But, then he realizes Matt will need it to return to the dorms. And, as much as he hates to admit it, Matt is right. He really can take care of himself. But, that doesn’t mean he won’t do whatever he can to keep Stick away from him. Matt was lucky enough by some fluke to get out. He wants his brother to be able to live his dreams and go to law school. And, Stick, he’s a slick, manipulative bastard that always plays dirty and won’t stop until he gets what he wants. Matt needs to continue to stay off his radar.
Mike decides that for now he’s going to continue to resist the urge to chase after him. He knows Matt needs his space to cool down and think things through. Instead, he decides to head over to St. Agnes to volunteer for a few hours to keep his mind off how he majorly just screwed things up with his brother.
***
Matt parkours over the nearby rooftops until he reaches the end of the block. He realizes he hasn’t done this in almost a year, maybe longer. The freedom of it… This... This is living. He drives his right leg downwards, arms tucked at his sides, and uses the momentum to kick his left leg back and whip his body up into an aerial flip, landing on his left leg, facing the opposite direction from where he started from, arms up, over his head. He does it again from where he's standing, without running, just because he can. Can a scared little blind kid do this?!
Matt then runs and goes into a side flip, then another aerial, this time, doing two in a row before stopping by the edge of the rooftop and sitting. He lets his legs dangle over the side as he feels the breeze.
What he’s doing right now… Matt knows it’s dangerous to be running around during the day. Fortunately, he can conveniently claim to be his sighted twin brother… If anyone will believe for a minute that Mike exists.
He is going to need to convince Foggy once and for all that his brother is real or Mike is going to continue to fall into familiar patterns. He can’t enable this behavior. Otherwise, Mike will never allow himself to go after what he wants in life.
“When will he realize that I don’t need his protection?! I didn’t ask for this!” Matt clenches his fists at his sides as the wind whips through his hair.
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Re: Where Matt has a real identical twin named Mike who is sighted and is Daredevil
Date: 2016-05-25 05:20 am (UTC)Mike stops just outside the alleyway and reaches out for his brother’s shoulder. “Matt--,” Matt grabs his hand before it can make contact and uses the momentum to throw Mike over his shoulder and into the air several feet. He rolls as he lands on a piece of folded cardboard and barely stops himself from crashing into a nearby dumpster. “What the hell.”
Matt takes a step forward and Mike stands up. “I understand that you’re angry. But, we don’t have to fight, Matty. Not like this.” Matt is literally shaking with anger. He can see the trails left behind down both cheeks from falling tears. The wet trails are joined by a third from his nose at his chin and from there drip to the pavement bellow.
“I’m so mad at you right now, Mike.”
“Yeah, I got the memo.”
“No! No, you don’t. That’s the problem.” Matt takes off his glasses and wipes his face with his sleeve before putting them on again. He then reaches for his cane and folds it up. Mike watches as he throws it up onto a nearby fire escape platform, before climbing it himself towards the roof, leaving it behind.
Mike dusts himself off, then thinks about going for Matt’s cane to make sure it doesn’t get left behind. But, then he realizes Matt will need it to return to the dorms. And, as much as he hates to admit it, Matt is right. He really can take care of himself. But, that doesn’t mean he won’t do whatever he can to keep Stick away from him. Matt was lucky enough by some fluke to get out. He wants his brother to be able to live his dreams and go to law school. And, Stick, he’s a slick, manipulative bastard that always plays dirty and won’t stop until he gets what he wants. Matt needs to continue to stay off his radar.
Mike decides that for now he’s going to continue to resist the urge to chase after him. He knows Matt needs his space to cool down and think things through. Instead, he decides to head over to St. Agnes to volunteer for a few hours to keep his mind off how he majorly just screwed things up with his brother.
***
Matt parkours over the nearby rooftops until he reaches the end of the block. He realizes he hasn’t done this in almost a year, maybe longer. The freedom of it… This... This is living. He drives his right leg downwards, arms tucked at his sides, and uses the momentum to kick his left leg back and whip his body up into an aerial flip, landing on his left leg, facing the opposite direction from where he started from, arms up, over his head. He does it again from where he's standing, without running, just because he can. Can a scared little blind kid do this?!
Matt then runs and goes into a side flip, then another aerial, this time, doing two in a row before stopping by the edge of the rooftop and sitting. He lets his legs dangle over the side as he feels the breeze.
What he’s doing right now… Matt knows it’s dangerous to be running around during the day. Fortunately, he can conveniently claim to be his sighted twin brother… If anyone will believe for a minute that Mike exists.
He is going to need to convince Foggy once and for all that his brother is real or Mike is going to continue to fall into familiar patterns. He can’t enable this behavior. Otherwise, Mike will never allow himself to go after what he wants in life.
“When will he realize that I don’t need his protection?! I didn’t ask for this!” Matt clenches his fists at his sides as the wind whips through his hair.