#left for dead

[grumpyoldhag]

he loves long monologues about his past :}

[seafoodsoda]

This was too silly for me *not* to draw, can I get a uhhhhhh zombie apocalypse AU-

[cheshirxe]

adrenaline !!

[lostwhump]

@whumptober | Day #14: "Left for Dead" Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

[jasmines-library]

As Good As Dead

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WHUMPTOBER DAY FOURTEEN :Prompt: Left for Dead

Summary: You are the daughter of the Joker and its safe to say that you have a very complicated relationship. So what happens when you get injured by one of the Batfamily and he leaves you to die.

Warnings: blood, near death experiences.

Word count: 1.1k

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Agony. Hot and bright and burning. That was the only thing you knew in that moment. The katana had pierced straight through your chest cavity, pinning you helplessly to the ground as you lay there in a pool of your own blood. You had screamed. That you were certain of. You had felt it rip your throat raw. You had cried out: but no one came. Not even your own father who was more hellbent on chasing his nemesis, Batman, through the streets of Gotham than he was with helping his own child. 

You watched, clawing at your own chest as your father looked back at you. Your eyes met his. They were full of this dark and twisted insanity that no villain could rival. And sadistically, with not so much as even a glint of remorse on his face, The Joker turned on his heel and left, chasing the infamous black silhouette that you had come to loathe down the street. 

You and your father had a complicated relationship. You loved him, of course. He was your father. He taught you everything you knew; trained you to be a strong fighter. But it seemed the entirety of your bonding seemed to be around Bruce Wayne and his pesky little birds. He was obsessed with being better than him. And for years you believed that he was right. That Bruce was the villain. But when your father went to Arkham things started to change. You started to realise that there was more to life than being better than everyone else. And so you began to grow apart. And so he left you when you needed him the most. 

You weren’t sure how long you laid there for. But your body was beginning to grow numb. At first, the pain turned from hot to cold. Your body began to shiver against your sticky clothes. And then the cold began to take over your fingertips until you could no longer feel them. Slowly but surely you began to grow numb. To feel nothing but numb. As you stared up at the sky, the edges of your vision began to fade. You could no longer make out the edges of the skyscrapers and the neon signs, but could only see the clouds which passed in the sky above. Or atleast you thought they were clouds. There was a high possibility that it was your own vision that had clouded over and that was what you were seeing. You didn’t know anymore. 

Your fingers twitched against the concrete. You had long since given up trying to pull out the offending sword instead leaving it to protrude gruesomely from between your ribs. Your fingers were covered in blood from your previous efforts though. It had cracked and dried sticky on your fingers.

The area around you was near silent. There was nothing around you besides the odd sound of a passing car in the distance. Strange for a city. But then there was the voice. One. No. Two voices. They were talking to each other. And from the volume of it whatever they were talking about was rather panicked. They seemed to be discussing something of importance. The voices began to get closer and closer and then the higher, more worried one stopped before speaking out. 

“Holy shit— they’re alive-“ Damian exclaimed, slightly startled by the state you were in. He wasn’t sure why. He was the one who had driven the katana through your chest in the first place. He hadn’t meant to do so much damage. The guilt had been eating away at him since the minute he heard the scream leave his throat. Batman had one rule that Damian was actually keen to follow. No killing unless you absolutely have to. He could tell that you weren’t really invested in the fight. Your punches were lacking their usual sharpness and you only seemed to be on the defence. Damian had noticed that about you recently. You weren’t too keen on helping your father. And he wanted to know more. He had witnessed firsthand the gaze your father had shot you before he left. And he hadn’t practically begged Dick to come back here and look for you. 

“Holy shit….” Dick breathed out taking in the scene around him. 

A gentle tap on the side of your face and Damian was in front of you. His hands came up to your neck, feeling for a pulse. It was incredibly slow and weak but there none the less. “Their pulse is slow.”’

“I’ll call medical. See if you can get them to respond to you.” Dick said before stepping away for a moment to contact medical. 

“Hey….can you hear me?” Damian asked you. 

You blinked at him slowly and tried to move your lips but no words came out. Instead a trail of blood dribbled from your lips. 

Damian panicked. “Okay. Okay. Don’t try to talk, save your strength. We- we’re going to get you help.” Damian could hardly take his eyes off you his katana. How it poked sickeningly from your chest, wedged between your ribs. He couldn’t understand why he was was even bothering to help you. You were the enemy. But you were also human too. 

“Medics are on their way” Dick confirmed. “Did you get her to respond?” 

Damian just simply shook his head, but Dick had figured as much. “We just gotta keep her awake until the medics arrive. They should be here soon.”

Damian bit his lip anxiously. “Alright….” 

Before you knew it there were sirens. Loud and obnoxious they pierced their way through your ears. And then you were surrounded my medics and a world of pain before being carted off into the back of an ambulance. 

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When you awoke you were greeted by the sterile lights off the hospital as well  as very worried looking Damian. 

“You’re awake.” He said, moving closer to you the moment he saw your eyes open. 

You blinked “and you saved my life…..” 

“Well….after I stabbed you….” He mumbled sheepishly. 

“Why did you help me…?” you asked hoarsely. 

Damian's face twisted as he thought for a moment.  “You didn’t deserve to die. I couldn’t just leave you there after your father–”

Ah shit. Your father. He had left you for dead. You certainly weren’t going back to him now….  “Right.”

He frowned, noting your upset. “Hey. Don’t worry about it. Just focus on healing right now. We’ll sort it out.”

“You don’t have to help me.”

“I know. But I want to.”

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[sm-baby]

COMISSION for @toastystroodly

kofi✨

commissions are limited to friends atm :3c though with college coming, expect me to open commissions soon!

[louraarar]

Hunta

[mobiopa]

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[nautiloch]

[faulknercore]

Ellis from l4d2 layouts !! ꒰ requested by @ anon ! ┆ I tried, sorry for the long wait... ꒱

[grumpyoldhag]

Bill knows how to pull his strings >:}

[seafoodsoda]

Now give us zombie apocalypse Soda and Emmet!!!

You got it boss

(As flattered as I am at the attempt to include me, realistically I don’t think I’d last long, ha ha)

[teratophallia]

Am I crazy or did anyone else wanna smash this guy? Enjoy some quick fanart of The Hunter from Left 4 Dead!! Wanna see all of him? Check out my Twitter (18+ ONLY) for more!!

[buttholemaster69]

Ellis doodle boii

[derpysnake]

GIRL ELLIS!!!!!!!!!!!! I have nothing else to say. I really like the flat colored version so I'm undecided with the rendered or the flat, I like both. Should i do fem nick next????? >:))