Matt is going to get his ass kicked. Foggy puts together an overnight bag for when – not if – that happens. A series of hurt/comfort fics. Prompts welcome.

"Put me in the ring," Matt said. His glasses reflected the meager light and the left lens was cracked like a spider's web. In the shifting shadows it looked as if he was raising his hackles in disgust. "The House doesn't profit from quick deaths," said the jailor, and Foggy wanted to punch his face in.

Set Post S1. He'd been so fixated on those looking to destroy the people of his city he missed those looking to destroy him. Or, how the sins of the father are revisited on the son…and everyone the son loves. Includes Author PSA.

When Foggy accidentally hurts Matt, he has some guilt that he has to work through. But little does he know that Matt does as well. Maybe it was just the Catholicism but Matt still feels just as guilty as Foggy; perhaps even more. Matt whump.