I always imagine that Nick and Judy adopt children
And not just children. Oh no.
They adopt runts. And they end up with this assortment of animals who are almost all classically eaten by foxes, so at the end their family looks like a morbid cooking book
and that reminds me
Family Christmas Cards are a fucking horror show
Lining up their babies in a sauce pot and stuffing Judy in the oven and Nick is standing there with his apron with fake blood (courtesy of Judy) everywhere and a thumbs up like THIS HOLIDAY SEASON, I’M BRINGING MY LOVED ONES OVER FOR DINNER! and their family life is a fucking riot and a half.
Imagine Matt Murdock adopting you, a baby involved in one of his cases, when your parents can’t take care of you.
Matt was becoming increasingly glad that he didn’t need much sleep in order to function. As it turns out, taking care of a baby was a round-the-clock job. That didn’t mean that he regretted taking you in. Not for a second. Well, okay, maybe a few, but never for long. A moment always came along that made everything worth it.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea for a blind guy to be pushing a stroller?”
Matt arched a brow at Foggy’s question, “Are you implying that I’m not a responsible parent?”
He could hear Foggy’s clothes crinkle as the man shrugged, “I’m just saying, man, there’s a tiny human depending on you for life, the universe, and everything. I mean, if I had a kid I’d probably lock them in a padded room where they couldn’t get into trouble. The outside world is a dangerous place. There’s cars and animals and germs and people and-”
“I get it, Foggy,” Matt chuckled, his heart swelling as he heard your contented burbling from your spot in the stroller. That was one of the great things about babies- they always bounced back. Despite the fact that you had been largely neglected by your birth parents, you were still healthy and bright and affectionate as could be. “I can handle it, I promise.”
“Well, if you ever need me to come over and babysit, you know where I live,” Foggy ducked down to get a better look at you, “I’m gonna be [f/n]’s cool uncle that takes them out for ice cream and brings them newspaper comics and stuff.”
“Isn’t that more of a grandma thing?” Matt observed, grinning in his friend’s direction.