God, can you imagine? No, I've uh...given him information a few times, when it hasn't been safe to give it to the authorities. And he's saved my life a few times.
[Her good shoulder lifts in a shrug, aware that it's a very brief summary.]
But our CI was working with a group that wanted to try to unmask him. They tried to use me as bait.
[The casual nature in which she explains her connection to this Daredevil seems genuine but he can already tell there's more to it than that. Things that she's not saying.]
No. I mean, I do like that what you do is important to you and that you protect the people you work for. I meant not being hypocritical about me doing the same. I get where people are coming from when they worry, but it's a nice...vote of confidence, I guess.
Oh, okay. Well I don't think you would have gotten to where you are now by not knowing how to take care of yourself.
[He says but then leans in to kiss her cheek.]
But that doesn't mean I like seeing you get hurt so if there's ever trouble and your strange devil pajama bloke isn't around I hope you'll give me a call.
[She really does. Having people in her corner means a lot to her. Her head tips, leaning in to the press of his lips against her cheek.
Though she can't help the snort of laughter that comes at 'strange devil pajama bloke,' it's quickly chased by a look of wry amusement.]
So uh, I'm not necessarily saying no. But I should probably confess that Daredevil isn't the only vigilante that I could be considered associated with, before you commit to an offer like that. Which is probably shedding some light on why I find dating difficult.
[Karen returns the long look, her expression somewhere between amused and annoyed.]
They're not all blokes. And no. It's because I have a lot of secrets I can't share, because they're not mine. And a lot of danger not just - directly in my line of work, but in my peripherals.
It's not about you being bothered, specifically, so much as...I don't know, full honesty, I guess? There's a difference between knowing I have a weird life and then knowing it's "associates with multiple vigilantes" weird.
Well if it makes you feel better sometimes my life is on a similar level of weird, I don't associate with vigilantes but I have dealt with shadowy political parties and Satanists before.
[Karen's eyebrows arch, and she repeats incredulously,] Satanists?
[There's a beat, and then she lets out another quick laugh.] Sounds like we could give each other some serious competition in a 'who's had a weirder week' contest.
[Karen smiles at the way he joins her in laughter, though his question clearly takes her by surprise. She hasn't really considered it from that angle before. It's been a long time since she's met someone that stands a chance of understanding what her life is like. She'll still worry about getting him hurt with her bullshit, because she can only be who she is, but still. Being able to get it is a nice change of pace.]
You know, it kind of is. I'm glad I met you.
[She watches him for a quiet moment before speaking again.] How about I cook you dinner at the end of the week? Your place or mine.
Oh, it won't be fully healed, but I'll be functional by the end of the week. This thing isn't going to last longer than 24 hours.
[Karen makes a gesture to indicate the sling that's holding her arm in place so she won't move that shoulder around. She is, if nothing else, devastatingly self aware.]
[Karen's face seems to be saying who, me? as he studies her. It's not a very convincing impression of someone that absolutely isn't planning to start cooking early. She still smiles when he agrees to the deal.]
Oh yeah? I mean, I wouldn't be offended by that. I'm a good cook but there's always things that are outside someone's skill set. I still want to know what it is.
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[Her good shoulder lifts in a shrug, aware that it's a very brief summary.]
But our CI was working with a group that wanted to try to unmask him. They tried to use me as bait.
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And that's how you got hurt? By being bait?
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Still, she lets out another breath of a laugh. There's something sort of - self-aware, in the way she answers that question.]
As you can imagine, I'm not exactly a 'come along quietly' kind of girl.
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[He says with a smile, because lord knows he loves a gutsy woman.]
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[She's smiling back at him, sounding lightly amused when she speaks again.]
The fact that you didn't just lecture me about danger is pretty alluring too.
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wow pardon my wild unclosed italics in that last reply
[And she does appreciate it in a way. But not as much as she appreciates the vote of confidence in her capability.]
That might be a bit more than alluring.
no worries :)
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[He says but then leans in to kiss her cheek.]
But that doesn't mean I like seeing you get hurt so if there's ever trouble and your strange devil pajama bloke isn't around I hope you'll give me a call.
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[She really does. Having people in her corner means a lot to her. Her head tips, leaning in to the press of his lips against her cheek.
Though she can't help the snort of laughter that comes at 'strange devil pajama bloke,' it's quickly chased by a look of wry amusement.]
So uh, I'm not necessarily saying no. But I should probably confess that Daredevil isn't the only vigilante that I could be considered associated with, before you commit to an offer like that. Which is probably shedding some light on why I find dating difficult.
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When you say you're 'associated' with these vigilante blokes, do you mean through work or have you dated them?
[Because why would she mention dating in the same breath as them?]
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They're not all blokes. And no. It's because I have a lot of secrets I can't share, because they're not mine. And a lot of danger not just - directly in my line of work, but in my peripherals.
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[There's a beat, and then she lets out another quick laugh.] Sounds like we could give each other some serious competition in a 'who's had a weirder week' contest.
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Sounds that way, but it's kind of a relief in a way isn't it?
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You know, it kind of is. I'm glad I met you.
[She watches him for a quiet moment before speaking again.] How about I cook you dinner at the end of the week? Your place or mine.
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[He then chuckles and shakes his head.]
Oh no, I don't think your shoulder will be healed by then so I'll cook for you here.
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[Karen makes a gesture to indicate the sling that's holding her arm in place so she won't move that shoulder around. She is, if nothing else, devastatingly self aware.]
I could compromise and let you help me cook.
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All right, deal.
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Good. What's your favorite meal?
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