#unmask the truth

[perezzakhartaylor]

THANK YOU SO MUCH @thebatmanfanbook !!! Everything is stunning!!!!! Beyond worth the wait and it makes my Batman heart so happy. ❤️

[evilaccountant]

Unmask the truth finally arrived and it's beautiful!!!

[allremixes]

Happy Batman Day!

[sevenriddles]

I NEED to talk about this:

Every time I look for dano riddler merch, the riddler logo is always drawn like this

but this is WRONG, the REAL logo looks like this

This change in logos is in prevalent in every single official merch item BUT funko. Why? No clue, but what i do know is that it mildly pisses me off so i’m gonna talk about it.

This incorrect design is currently hanging on my wall, and everyday i have to look at it and think to myself “how could this have happened”. Every time I buy dano riddler merch I feel as though I am buying into a lie, and maybe it’s a metaphor for how, just as riddler had warped batman’s message, the public had warped riddler’s. The circle a round and inoffensive shape, sugar-coating the depravity of murder with the promise of justice, when in truth he was all spiky and shit, for he didn’t want justice, but revenge.

Or maybe the people at batman headquarters had sent in a beta design for merch, and by the time this design been scrapped, the merch people had already made a bunch of merch so oopsie daisy hopefully some 17 year old pronoun-user doesn’t care too much about this

Either way can someone please produce riddler merch with the correct logo please please please

[nicosgirl2112]

Unmasking The Truth

Summary: After hearing your boyfriend, Matt, was in a car accident, you vowed to never leave his side ever again. However, because of this, you discovered a distressing secret he held. Content: Some cursing, slight angst, slight fluff

Dating Matt Murdock was always at least slightly stressful. Whether it be getting almost killed for digging too deep into things, or simple things like clumsiness due to blindness, you drew the line when his coworker and best friend Foggy told you he got into a car accident. Hearing that on the phone made you panic, and you swore to yourself to never leave your lover alone ever again; for his safety and your sanity. All of these thoughts filled your head as you sped off in your car to his loft. Matt's other coworker, Karen, called your phone while you were in the car. "Karen, I'm a little busy right now.", you said as you answered. "I-I know, but Matt's not answering his phone, a-and neither is Foggy! Is Matt okay?", Karen said, in her usual panicked tone of voice. "I don't bloody know! I'm driving to his place right now!", you responded, equally panicked and exasperated. "O-okay, call me back!". "I will, Karen.".

Minutes passed and eventually, you got to Matt's apartment, almost tripping multiple times as you dashed up the stairs to his loft. "Thank god I have a key.", you thought to yourself when you reached his door. Fumbling for your keys, you rattled the doorknob a bit before unlocking it to let him know you were there. You figured it would work since you always knew he had some strange ability to sense you and other people's presence. "Y/N.", your loopy lover said from the couch. "Matt!", you shrieked upon seeing him lying there. His face was covered in cuts, and he was shirtless. This would usually strike you as pleasing, but the abundance of cuts, bruises, gauze, and cotton pads ruined that. Even the room was messed up, with torn floorboards and broken drywall. "Jesus, Matt, what happened?!", you asked. "Car accident. Didn't Foggy tell you?", Matt said, sarcasm not dying down, even in a situation such as this.

"Matt. A car with fists and some sort of blade? Cuts and bruises like those don't come from cars.". "How would you know? Have you been hit by a car?", Matt asked with a chuckle, groaning in pain soon afterward. "First of all, karma.", you said. " Second of all, no, but I'm not blind! And I can see those are not car crash injuries.". "Well, I can promise you they are.", Matt said, seemingly increasingly frustrated. "Well, it seems like you're breaking that promise!", you said, grabbing at strings to get more from him than simply his "it was a car accident" thing. "Matt, please! Tell me what's happening. You and Foggy have gotten so distant, and you have been too. You've not been answering your phone, and I've been seeing more and more injuries on you, I just…", you said, getting choked up. Your breath hitched as you breathed more in an attempt to calm down, and you could see Matt get sadder, tears brimming in his eyes and his eyebrows furrowing. "…Just please tell me you're okay! I'm scared for you, what, with all this 'Devil Of Hell's Kitchen' bullcrap!".

"Honey, I…", Matt trailed off, turning his head to the window, then back to you. "…Can you stay here for a while? I… want to get some sleep.". You sighed, expecting a more in-depth response, but as you stood there, everything clicked. There was no doubt; he was keeping something from you. However, you simply nodded. "Of course. I'm just… concerned for you. We all are. Foggy, Karen, and I.". "I know. I'll sleep on the couch. You can take the bed.", Matt said with a smile. You nodded and headed to his room, which wasn't as messed up as his living room. It wasn't touched. This only fueled your assumption that he has been up to something. Something dangerous. You sat down on the bed, the cushiony mattress bringing you lots of memories. The thought of cuddling after a long day certainly helped to calm you down.

Your eyes landed on Matt's pillow, and you immediately pulled it towards you, burying your face into it. You could smell his cologne as you did, and if your thoughts of cuddling didn't calm you down, this certainly did. You sighed into the pillow, letting a few tears fall. Trying to fall asleep, you pulled the blankets over your curled-up body.

It took you a long time to fall asleep, and when you finally did, you woke up at the sound of something opening in the living room. Normally, if you were staying at Matt's apartment, you wouldn't care about this. But due to your suspicion that he was hiding something from you, you immediately got up, going out to the living room. You simply thought he might have been changing clothes, grabbing a snack, or simply going to the bathroom.

But, you couldn't have been any less prepared for what you saw before you. The shock and bewilderment of the moment were overwhelming, leaving you feeling completely unprepared to process or comprehend the situation.

There, in front of you, was your lover in the attire of The Devil Of Hell's Kitchen; the Daredevil's costume. You were left speechless, and Matt just sighed, calling your name. It sounded as sweet as any other time, yet it felt tainted with what you had realized. The secret he was keeping from you wasn't anything like he had a drinking problem, or that he was too deep into a case and got hurt, it wasn't anything like that.

The secret was that he was the Daredevil. He was the masked vigilante that everyone was talking about.

You didn't know what to do. You were frozen. Your heart was beating like a hammer, and before you could even say anything, you collapsed on the spot. Matt immediately rushed over to you, catching you in his arms before you could even hit the ground. The last thing you heard before you passed out was Matt calling your name.

Should I make a part two? Comment if I should! :3

[m3lonpire]

Unmasking The Truth Part 3: Get Down

Summary: Getting home to your apartment, someone saves your life who claims to be a friend of Karen's. Content: Soft cursing.

Everything had seemingly returned to normal in your life. Well, as normal as knowing that your boyfriend was a masked vigilante could be. You couldn't help but admit you were a little scared of what could happen. But, what the hell, you thought. Matt could protect you; he certainly had the strength to.

You got home from the office, putting your groceries on the table, and leaning up against the countertop. You were going to dial Matt's number, but figured he was probably doing his whole Daredevil shtick and wouldn't pick up. Sitting down on the couch, you suddenly got a text on your phone. It was from an unknown number. It simply said, "Get down.".

You raised your eyebrow before suddenly, something shot through your window, implanting on the wall. You immediately threw yourself to the floor as bullets shot through your windows and walls, bouncing every which way. As you lay on the ground, adrenaline coursing through your veins, your mind raced with fear and urgency. Time seemed to slow down as you tried to find a way to survive the chaos surrounding you, your heart pounding in your chest. Each passing second felt like an eternity as you desperately searched for a way out of the dangerous situation, wondering if you would make it out alive. But, eventually, the shooting stopped, and all was silent.

You looked up at your ruined surroundings, still panting, your body hurting from the force you used to throw yourself down. Suddenly, your phone lit up again. It was the same number. This time, it said, "Are you still alive?". You sighed as you answered it, saying "Who are you?". "I'm a friend of Karen's.", the number responded. You scoffed and dialed Karen's number, obviously not convinced quite yet.

"Hello?". "Karen, it's me. I just got shot at, but before that, I got a text from a number saying it was a friend of yours, and I was calling to ask if it was.". "S-shot at? What was the number?". You told Karen the number and she sighed in relief, responding "T-that sounds like Frank. Now he's saved your life as well.". "Frank?", you said. "Like Frank Castle? The Punisher?!". "Y-yeah. Look, he's a lot nicer and a lot more sane than you think!".

"Karen, are you serious?". "Look, Y/N, if you don't believe me, you can meet him.". You opened to speak, but hesitated, your mind racing with thoughts of the consequences of letting your words flow freely without filter. "I can't right now. I'm going to Harlem for a bit. I need to get out of Hell's Kitchen, and I'm going to see a friend of mine. Can Mr. Punisher wait a month or two?". "W-wait, couldn't you wait for a bit?", Karen stuttered. You bit your lip, still annoyed. "Fine.". I guess Luke can wait for a bit, you thought to yourself. Karen smiled, sighing in relief. "I promise, he's really not a bad man.". "Yeah, yeah. Tell him I'll see him at 8:30. How about that little diner you, I, and the team go to sometimes?", you said, scratching dates off on your calendar. "Sounds good! I'll tell him.". "Bye.", you sighed. "Bye, Y/N.".

[queerforscience]

Summary: Unmasking Autism by Devon Price has a lot of good insights, but in my opinion could use more nuance about the harms experienced by early diagnosed autistics and autistics who can't mask.

I've been listening to the audiobook of Unmasking Autism by Devon Price. There's a lot of really good information in it and a lot that's really relatable as a late diagnosed, trans, fairly high masking autistic and I have a few criticisms of it:

It seems that Dr. Price falls into the common "grass is greener" pitfall. The book is focused on the harms of masking and the way that oppression forces many marginalized people to mask. It also discusses the way that this causes many marginalized people to not be recognized as autistic, which robs us of a valuable tool for understanding ourselves and our struggles. I felt that the way these very really harms were discussed sometimes minimized the also very real harms that come with being diagnosed as autistic as a child, especially for marginalized people. These discussions also didn't acknowledge the fact that some autistics cannot mask and experience specific harms because of that.

Similarly, I felt there were some missed chances to emphasize the internalized ableism component of the urge to distance ourselves from the label autism. This was framed in a discussion about how certain stereotypes about autism can make it more difficult to recognize and identify with autism within ourselves, but many of those stereotypes, like "the nonverbal toddler in bulky noise cancelling headphones at the grocery store, do represent some very real autistics who are also valuable human beings. This was addressed some later in the book than when this criticism first arose for me, but I think it's something that should have been more emphasized throughout. Similarly, there could have been more emphasis that people who do fit certain other labels also deserve to be treated better when when discussing the stigma that comes with some misdiagnoses autistic people commonly receive, such as personality disorders.

At least as far as I've gotten, there's a fair amount of discussion of eating disorders among autistic people, but this discussion has been strictly about restrictive eating disorders and primarily anorexia. It's fine to focus on that, but if you claim to be discussing eating disorders generally you also need to talk about bingeing. ARFID should also be included, especially if you're talking about autistics!

There's a lot of discussion about maladaptive drug use and substance use disorders among autistic people, but so far I feel there's been a lack of recognition that drug use can be adaptive as well.

So far, I think I would overall recommend the book. However, I do also worry about what people reading it without also having heard the perspectives of high support needs and/or low masking autistics may take away from it. Similarly, I also think people reading it should be sure to seek out the perspectives of people who do identify with BPD, NPD, schizophrenia, and other highly stigmatized disorders that autistic people are sometimes labelled with.

[ringomess]

just realizing today i barely masked! and i don’t think there’s anything wrong with masking (ofc the hidden meaning behind masking which is ableism and the consequences of doing it too much like burnout) but this just means how safe i felt with this people.

i hanged out with two friends who are currently like two of my fav people and they’re likely neurodivergent too ??? (they just have adhd vibes) and yeeeaaaaaah i totally felt myself masked at the beginning before warming up but then we went to a comic store and i saw my favorite manga and i started happy stimming!!! bc i love this manga so much and i literally can’t contain my happy stims and my friend reacted to it positively!!! she said “i love to see you get so excited” which made me feel super good!!!!!

then we went to a restaurant to have dinner and i was reaaaaally overstimulated with all the sound and i was trying very hard to mask it but it was so difficult. until my friend asked me “what’s wrong?” and i told her that i was getting overstimulated and she replied with “already? let’s leave then” and it made feel so good that she didn’t question me or anything, she thought it was natural or a matter of time that it happened (with the “already”). and ofc we couldn’t leave yet and i couldn’t endure it anymore so i put on my earplugs (i never used them when hanging with people) and they were like “oh that’s cool! do you hear me fine?” and super cool about it and i my insecurities about using them felt so stupid in that moment! i should have put on them earlier! we continued to hang out outside and i kept my earplugs on until i felt it was quiet enought to take them off.

i had an amazing time because i didn’t have to worry about not being myself. i have great friends and i’m so happy i can feel like myself with someone, because it’s something hard to find!

[edynsgardensnake]

I'm quiet for your benefit, not mine

[yepthatsacowalright]

"Under a capitalist, Industrial Time framework, any project that is abandoned or left unfinished is seen as a 'failure' - time wasted because it didn't result in a clear end product. But when we look at time as a series of cycles or spirals with goals that are ever-shifting, we can recognize that the learning and reflection we put into an aborted project (or even into masking) often pays off, just not in the way we expected. Every disappointment or failure teaches us something about what we want, and what is best for us. 'Reframe failure as data,' Marta writes, 'and everything changes.' Marta encourages neurodiverse people to think of a progress not as approaching a fixed point that lies ahead of us, but as movement and adaptation, slowing down and speeding up as our situation requires. Because Autistic minds are all about understanding details and analyzing complex systems of information, it makes sense to think of our lives as fractal, forever expanding to new subjects and narrowing into precise focus at the same time. We're not single-minded Marios, running across a side-scrolling level to rescue Princess Peach. We're more like the protagonist of the video game Katamari Damacy, a freaky, colorful demigod who rolls an ever-growing ball of objects around, each step forward attracting more random items into his ball's expanding gravitional field until it engulfs the universe. We don't complete discrete projects. We build worlds." - Devon Price, Unmasking Autism: Discovering the New Faces of Neurodiversity

[masquenoire]

Do many people know Roman is trans? Is it common knowledge or is it something only a few people are aware of?

(Slipped under the cut due to length and sensitive information!)

To sum it up in a single word, no. It’s not common knowledge that Roman is a trans man and very, very few people are aware as to the truth. He was isolated as a child, only mingling with the children of a few rich families during important social events - something he never enjoyed going to as he considered the upper echelons to be just as fake and duplicitous as his parents. Some of those people remember that the Sionis’s had a child... but the family name soon died out and became irrelevant as Roman did not care to maintain those same connections his parents painstakingly cultivated upon succeeding his father as CEO of Janus Cosmetics, sticking purely to business only. Mr. Sionis never made it apparent to the company he had children since he never intended to leave the company to Roman, thinking he wouldn’t suffice as an heir due to not being the son he wanted. As soon as the man died, Roman automatically became next in line and by then had already asserted himself as male, looking every bit the part now he was free of his parent’s influence. Circe knew the truth and helped him present himself the way he desired, cutting his hair and styling his appearance to better suit his gender. Even after they fell out, she never outed him and Roman never killed her, though he did disfigure her after her “betrayal”. Tiffany found out while they were dating and did not care as she loved Roman for who he was, making her death very painful when the Joker killed her and stole his identity. Horsehead is one of the only members of his group who know Roman is transgender, along with another member of the original False Face Society, Jaws. Since his defeat at the hands of Batman, the GCPD became aware as to Black Mask’s true identity and sent him to Arkham Asylum to be dealt with as Blackgate lacked the facilities to safely house a transgender inmate amongst the male population, deeming it safer for both Roman (and others around him) if he were housed in more ‘secure’ confinement.

[vizthedatum]

Oh, I just realized that anyone can say or do anything to me now, and I can actually handle it. I’ll be okay. I’m not even joking.

Like they can actually try to kill me (no, ex/spouse did not do this but others did), and if I escape, I’ll actually be fine.

Or worse.

There is nothing I can’t handle.

And while trauma is not ok and I wish it didn’t happen (and I hope it doesn’t happen again), my intentional healing journey has made me… so resilient.

I can feel my feelings about what happened AND I can be ok.

That’s strength.

And it makes people fucking uncomfortable.

[sasorikigai]

@vctlan​ stabbed the heart. Scorpion -> Kenshi

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Bounded within, Scorpion cannot breathe; unfathomable is his pain, invisible are the chains, as their indestructible might chokes around his soul and heart. The freedom he yearns, but knows it will never be the kind Grandmaster Hasashi once held with his finite, mortal life. Incognizant he is of his sentence in time, but he holds indefinable status; neither mortal or immortal, of body, and yet spectral and otherworldly is his appearance, with ferocious ruby as his eyes, and his hellfire a violent wind. Yet, how he still holds streaks of light in-between his Grandmaster’s garment, yet his posture a phenomena so melancholic, it may make those who truly care for him cry wholeheartedly. 

There had been too much of everything, and there is too little. How his fragmented, severed memory becomes tangled dreams, the swift-cruel falling and disintegration of Hanzo Hasashi’s fullness as Scorpion remains midnight-choked; restless and agitated. Most would say one’s mind makes a map of everything integral of one’s self, everything one considers a part of himself or herself. Scorpion thinks, his mind used to be engraved with the lines of his family’s smile, and the notes of their gentle laugh. He has memorized the crescent of their eyes, the songs of their voice.... And yet. 

H̱̮̳̻e͈̘̖̪ ̰c̫̞̹̖a̲̙nno̞̩t̹̣ ̮͔fe̖̰̖e̻̺̳̫l ̼̼̹̱̱t̫̤͎h̜͍̠e͈͈̮̥̖m̯̫̜̤̘͕ͅ ̟a̦̥͉͔̠̬n͉̲̥̲̦y̯m̼͖̱o͚͓̗r͍̮e̼̱̦͈.̬̖̻̪͉͖̹ ̞F̺̜̣̺͉o̲̫͚̝̮̪r̻̘ ̲͍̣̟͈t̪̩̣̟̝͎̺h̞̣̪̱e̥y̗ ̫h͔a̮̯̦v̯͔e̯̙̥̞͍̜ ̬̼̯̳c͉͔̠͔r̥̠̦͕͖͕̣u̝͍̤ḓ͖̰̦͖̘ely̬̯̲̻͚ ͎an͇̭͕̟d̻̜͍ ͎̯g̖̰r͎̬͕̮i̯̮̖̯̥̘ṣ̙̺̥͍̠l͍̠̲̜̖y̹̘ ̮̠̖̪̜d̫͖̳̣i̠̦͈̫͕s̤̹̘͇̬̪t̺͎̜̞̥͍̹o̦͕̗̞͍̼͕r̹t̹̖͍͓͈͔͔e̘ͅd̗ ͙͎̘̙̳̘̥t͍̣o͍̼͎͇̳ ̲̬͔̣̘̖̳b̗̞̱̙ͅe̼̗̯ͅc̟̣̭̺̬̞o̦͖̺̦m͈̹̪̥̖ͅe i͕m̺̣̫͓̹͈͖m̼͈̖̺̘̤en̝̣̙̹̱s̝̠̣̘ḛ̝̬̰ͅl̹̙͍̖̙y̗ w̤̙̻̤͈ic͔͔̣̭ke̠̥̣̬͇͕̙d̝̹̞͉͈̝. ̖͉͚͖̮͎̘ “Everyone has a different way of escaping the dark stillness of their mind,” how his erupting inferno dwelling within sways beneath the fathomless depth of his crimson eyes, as he stares numbly into Kenshi Takahashi’s own. It’s as if his wavering presence would be caught by the cracking cobblestone below them, catching Scorpion’s still-eerie shadow - how could he have a shadow if he was meant to be a wraith without corporealness? - and the choking vines of his intensity slopes forward, as he defiantly commands his waning subconscious to the canine companion of his proverbial wrath. 

“Your Sento breeds familiar strength of infernal hellfire - it is like barbed wire once made of glittering gold, but now it stains everything and beyond with the dripping red of macerated and scorched blood and flesh. Perhaps it is the wild, chaotic grief of my fragmented being, as it wishes to completely swallow the light.”  ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[cats-in-the-clouds]

it’s all been said before but the whole pronouns thing for some people is getting so ridiculous it’s honestly just sad

[tranquilbecoming]

Within the silence of a single moment lies the conversation between heart and soul, where the whispers of our deepest truths are finally heard.

[m3lonpire]

Unmasking The Truth Part 4: Penny And Dime

Summary: After a "lovely" conversation with Castle, things quickly go south. Content: Some cursing, mentions of guns

It was almost time. You checked your watch, eight twenty-three. You adjusted your shirt collar, audibly swallowing as you thought about what could happen. Eventually, you started to walk nervously around the room, wincing at the sight of the broken windows and hole-riddled walls. Luckily, you had some duct tape lying around, so you were able to patch up the walls until you could get them fixed properly. You checked your watch again. Eight twenty-five.

The world was going slow as clouds in the sky. It paused as you paced around the room, checking your watch every few seconds.

God, eight-thirty didn't seem so far away driving to Harlem and back.

You wished you had just gone to see your friend Luke instead of going to meet Frank Castle… The Punisher. You were so nervous that you started mentally drafting up a list of things you'd rather be doing than this. Sure, all the entries were a tad dramatic for what was really happening at face value, but the fear that resided within the idea left you breathless. Snapping back to reality, you checked your watch again.

It was go time.

You got into your car, driving to the diner. Looking around, taking in the sights. It was a good way to sort of ground yourself after what happened not even three hours ago. You looked at all the neon signs and the dark alleyways that you were sure Matt was scrounging around in. You chuckled to yourself as you thought of what Foggy would do if he knew you were meeting Castle. Knowing how hesitant he was to even take the case? He would practically murder you if he knew.

Eventually, without realizing it, you got to the diner. Parking your car, you got out and leaned against the hood. You sighed, inspecting the diner windows. Everyone else in there was chilling and talking, sipping their drinks and whatnot. However, there was one person who caught your eye. A man in a ball cap sat in the middle aisle seat. The more you looked at him, you saw he had a few bruises on his face. More like a lot of bruises with a few cuts, but, oh well.

You sighed as you headed into the diner, unintentionally passing by the man. "Hey.", he said as he grabbed your wrist. You looked down with a quiet gasp, getting to see a little more of his face. Sighing, you said, "You're Frank?". He nodded as he motioned you to sit down. "Why am I here?", you asked with yet another sigh. "Cause you drove here. As for me? I came because Karen's concerned for you.", Frank said, adjusting his hat down onto his face slightly.

You scoffed as a waitress came up with a coffee pitcher. "Coffee?". "Yes, please.", Frank said, raising his cup. This stopped you from scoffing and genuinely surprised you. Usually, people who were given a life sentence for murder and torture don't usually thank diner waitresses.

"I can take care of myself, you know.", you said, adding some sugar to your coffee. "I don't need someone with your history defending me.". Frank dryly chuckled, expression not changing. "Maybe. But it looked like to me that you were three seconds away from looking like goddamn Swiss cheese.". You rolled your eyes. "Well, I survived, didn't I?".

"Yeah, because of me.", Frank said, taking a swig of his coffee. "I'm sure the bullet-riddled corpse alternative would have been a real hit at your next office reunion.". Your jaw was left on the floor at this. So he's polite to random waitresses, but not to people he saves? You chuckled to yourself realizing you were here questioning the ethics and morals of a tried-and-convicted, now escaped and presumed dead killer.

"Now, listen here.", Frank lowered his voice. Whether to drive his point home or not, you didn't know. "I've only seen people be targeted like that when they're either involved with the mafia or know something they shouldn't know, and usually those things go together.". You swallowed your fear before responding. "Yeah, well, I don't know what to tell you.". Frank shook his head. "You're into something deep. You, and Karen. You need to lay low.". You chuckled dryly, taking another drink of your coffee before responding "If you really know Karen, you know she's not going to do that.". Frank sighed, eyes darting from outside the diner back to you.

He watched as a few people left the diner.

"She's a survivor. If she's not going to, let her do what she needs to do. Just make sure she stays safe out there.", he said with a gruff tone, taking another swig of his coffee.

"Hey, you two lovebirds.", the waitress said. "We're closing.". Frank nodded, pulling out his wallet and dropping a few dollars on the table. "Thank you, ma'am.", he said with a smile. Getting up and adjusting his ball cap, he patted your shoulder and pointed outside. Understanding his message, you headed outside with him. You walked to your car, only for Frank to call out, "Hey!". You turned around with a raised eyebrow, crossing your arms to warm up due to the cold air surrounding you.

"Your place ain't completely shot up, is it?". You shook your head, walking back closer to him as it started to rain. "No, I- I can stay there. I could use some new drywall, but I can call a friend.".

Frank nodded, but just as he was about to walk away and leave you to do the same, you heard a bang. Suddenly, something bounced off a car nearby, nearly hitting you, making you squeak and duck. Frank tensed up, pulling out a gun from under his shirt, yelling to you one word.

"Drive!".

You nodded, a few tears falling from your eyes. Practically jumping into your car, you kicked it into fifth gear, speeding off. You sobbed as you sped away from the diner, hearing more gunshots from your car. Driving around never felt more safe then right now, especially considering what the hell was happening previously. But, even with the warzone going on in your thoughts, you realized you were speeding, and you slammed the breaks as you did. You needed to get yourself together.

Foggy. You needed Foggy.

Speeding off to his apartment, you thought about what the hell you would even say to him. He didn't know you knew Frank Castle, let alone you talked to him. Jesus, you thought to yourself. If your brain was racing with everything he might say, how could you think about what you could say? "Hey, Foggy, I had a coffee date with Frank Castle and almost got shot, can I crash at your place?".

Oh god, he was going to kill you.

Author notes: So sorry it took so long for this one to come out! I wanted to wait to actually experience Frank as a character to properly write him. Thank you to my mother for helping me write Frank properly! Because she's a huge Punisher fan. Thanks to @harleycao for motivating me to keep writing this! <3