Whumptober 2023 Prompt List | No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.” | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”
He catches their terrified screams before he crashes into the water.
Weak, exhausted, he barely has enough in him to stay afloat, trying to gasp for air. The cold water comes at him from all sides. He feels the rushing current against him.
He's just. so tired.
For a brief moment he manages to break the surface. Only a moment. He sees Kai, terrified. Shouting something he can't make out from the crashing water. Lloyd opens his mouth, trying to get air into his burning lungs.
He chokes on seawater instead.
Aching limbs continue to fail him. It sucks, still being a prisoner in his own body.
I'm sorry-
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The Eye of His Storm
“Just hold on, Lucy. Hold on.” Tim kneels over her, pulling her uniform shirt open. Distantly, he hears the buttons rattle against the floor, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll buy her a new one. She’ll need a new one, and he’ll gladly buy it from his own allowance. “Stay down, just stay down.”
With one hand, he presses her uninjured shoulder back, keeping her from trying to sit up, even as she pushes against him. Her resistance is weak, the fight quite literally bleeding out of her. His other hand reaches for the radio on her hip – closer than his own, which he’d tossed aside as he dropped to the ground beside Lucy – and repeats his officer down.
The ambulance is taking too long. How can they be taking this long? The fire station is right around the corner from the division.
The division.
She was supposed to be safe here. Every officer is supposed to be safe here, their refuge against the horrors of the city.
People aren’t supposed to get shot inside police stations.
Especially not Lucy.
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Batfic - "Try, Try Again" (Whumptober Day 14)
Rating: Mature
Category: Gen
Characters/Relationships: Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne, minor Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Reverse Robins, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Damian Wayne is Nightwing, Blood, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Stephanie-Brown centric, Stephanie Brown Needs A Hug, Stephanie Brown Gets A Hug, Good Sibling Damian Wayne
Summary:
Steph hadn’t been fast enough. There had been a shout, and a gun, and she had rushed to intervene but then there had been a shot, and there was blood, and running footsteps, and she had to do something, she had to try to help because she had been too slow to stop it from happening. The shooter was long gone. Maybe Tim was tracking him, maybe someone else would grab him, Steph couldn’t think about it, the man he had shot was on the ground and bleeding and she couldn’t think about anything else.
A young Spoiler learns first hand how quickly a simple night of patrol can go badly.
No. 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”
Flare | Water Inhalation | “Just hold on.”
Ages: Steph - 15, Tim - 16, Damian - 21
This is set very early on in Steph's Spoiler career, so she's still pretty new at handling some of the darker elements of crime fighting in Gotham City.
Steph hadn’t been fast enough. There had been a shout, and a gun, and she had rushed to intervene but then there had been a shot, and there was blood, and running footsteps, and she had to do something, she had to try to help because she had been too slow to stop it from happening. The shooter was long gone. Maybe Tim was tracking him, maybe someone else would grab him, Steph couldn’t think about it, the man he had shot was on the ground and bleeding and she couldn’t think about anything else.
“Help is coming,” she told him, ripping bandages out of her belt and pressing hard on the hole in the man’s chest. Red rushed up around her gloves (God those were probably filthy, there was no way they were good to have around an open wound) and he gasped, bloody foam leaking out of his mouth, and that was bad, that was very bad, but there was nothing else she could do. She wasn’t a medic, she didn’t have equipment, she had basic first aid supplies and training and none of that was up to dealing with this but she couldn’t just do nothing.
“Just hold on,” she said, trying to put as much warmth into her voice as she could since her face was hidden by her mask, and the blank darkness with big white eyes was definitely not designed to be comforting.
Tim was in her ear, relaying ETAs for an ambulance and updates on the shooter, but she was having trouble processing any of that. The bandages were saturated with blood and it had covered her hands completely up to her wrists and it was still coming. She pressed down harder, knowing that it had to be agonizing but not knowing what else to do to stop it.
“I’m sorry, I know, just hang on, just a little longer,” she said desperately. She could hear a distant siren but it was Gotham, she had no idea if it was headed for her or not, and it was hard to focus on anything besides the horrible choking gasps the man was making as he struggled to breathe, the way his eyes were wide with fear and pain.
“Spoiler!” Tim shouted in her ear in the way that said he had been saying it for a while. “Answer me!”
Steph took a deep breath and tried to wrangle her scattered thoughts.
“I’m here,” she said. “It’s bad.” Terrible status report, Stephanie, get it together. “Civilian injury, gunshot wound to the chest.”
“There’s an ambulance inbound, but it’ll be a few minutes.”
“Okay,” she said numbly. The man’s breathing had gone short and shallow, and his eyes were mostly closed and this was all her fault for not being fast enough, she couldn’t just walk away and leave him. Even if she was pretty sure the ambulance would be too late.
(Cont. on AO3)
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i see your kinky astarion and vanilla gale and i raise you vanilla astarion and kinky gale. these mfers be like
astarion: god please can i just have normal sex for once in my life, or even no sex, no sex is good too
gale: i just got so turned on watching you murder demons that i can't think straight, let's fuck in seven dimensions
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