❛I PROMISE YOU, HOWEVER
DARK AND SCARY THE WORLD
MIGHT BE RIGHT NOW...
THERE WILL BE LIGHT.❜
↳gotham imagines, gifs,
oneshots, drabble and
preferences for any
damn character.
old writing from late 2018/early 2019
dedicated to @queen_of_the_rotten_ and lauren for getting me into gotham in the first place uwu i owe you so damn much,, also part of this headcanon is kinda inspired by the scene in 'the glass castle' where jeannette helps rex with his arm ayy
WARNING! needles, bleeding, injury
- you're just sitting cross-legged on your sofa in your apartment late at night, with the tv mumbling incoherently in the background without you paying much attention - you're in one of those dazed states where it's just too much effort to focus your eyes on anything so you just kinda let yourself stare off into a far corner of your apartment - suddenly there's a knock at the window - it's the middle of the night and you live on the fourth floor... and there's a knock at the window - you know exactly who it is - rushing towards the sound, you heave the window open to reveal zsasz crouched on the fire escape, grinning at you sheepishly - "hey" - you blink at him for a second, just standing there, still grasping the window in a baffled silence - then you notice his hand clasped to his left shoulder, his fingers and jacket stained a deep red - "oh, fuck!" - you open the window wider and hurriedly usher him in, dragging him by his other arm towards your kitchen table - he obeys your command to sit at the table and he silently watches you stumble about the kitchen, yanking open drawers and rifling through cupboards as he drums his fingers on the tabletop - he pouts slightly as you curse and sniffle, nearly shutting your fingers in the drawers multiple times - you rush over to him and messily scatter your limited medical supplies on the table beside him, glancing at him from under your lashes - you're so fucking worried - you help him peel off his jacket and waistcoat, unbuttoning his shirt with shaking fingers and revealing the weeping stab wound in the flesh just below his shoulder - pulling up a chair opposite him and pressing a clean cloth to his shoulder, you grit your teeth as his steady fingers replace yours over the wound - your voice is shaking and weak; you can barely hold yourself together even when you speak just above a whisper - "how did this happen, zsasz?" - "i don't know. i wasn't looking." - he shrugs off your flustered flapping as he holds the cloth to his shoulder, staring intently as the redness slowly soaks through the fabric - you know that he gets extremely irritable when he makes a mistake on the job so you don't press any further :/ - after a while the bleeding stops and zsasz looks completely unfazed, yet it's getting hard for you to breathe - clumsily opening your unused bottle of saline solution, you clean his wound for him - you're so terrified of hurting him but he insists that you keep going - "you're going to have to stitch it up." zsasz looks at you intently, his head slightly bowed and his brow creased - you nod quickly without meeting his gaze and rifle through your pile of supplies to find a needle and thread - your fingers shake as you thread the needle and raise it to his wound hesitantly - "i can't do it!" you wince, retracting the needle from his skin and shaking your head - "look at me. look at me." - zsasz chases your eyes and grips your shoulder with his good hand - "it's just like sewing, okay? it's not hard." his jaw is stern and his eyes are unmoving, and you take a deep breath and lift the needle to his shoulder for a second time - he inhales quickly when the needle first breaks his skin, and you almost pull back again before he encourages you further - "that's it. that's good. you don't have to pull quite that hard, but that's good." - he clenches his jaw and grips the side of the table with his other hand and tries to act all tough to reassure you that you're doing well - to you the whole ordeal seems to go on and on and on, but to be honest you don't make too much of a mess of his shoulder (: - you cut the thread and finish off the stitches and reluctantly look up at his face - he's staring at the ceiling but meets your eyes when he feels you shift and the corners of his lips turn up and his face relaxes - soft smiley boy
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- he doesn't say thank you but you know he's super grateful - he has blood all down his shirt so you decide that it would be a great time for him to borrow your unicorn onesie - he totally rocks it - once you clear up the table you spend the rest of the night just watching tv on the sofa??? super cute softies??? gently holding hands and stroking your thumb across his skin??? all the good shiTTT
