Shushing you for the dozenth time, Matt makes a mental note to drop you off at Danny’s dojo before a trial next time. Whatever trouble you get into there would be better than this.

He’s starting to understand why his dad always kept him busy with books.

With your mother out of the picture, being a single dad isn’t easy. Being a single dad who’s also a lawyer and a vigilante is worse. He was out of luck (and money) on finding a babysitter for the day, so he just took you to court with him.

“Objection, Your Honor, that’s conjecture,” he interjects from his place at the counsel table. You, being the child you are, parrot it right back at him. Foggy chokes down a laugh as Matt puts a hand on your head to quiet you.