Characters: Kate Kane (Batwoman), Original Character (OC).
Synopsis: Batwoman is out on patrol, and crashes through your window with an injury.
Warnings: Blood, language.
A/N: I LOVE KATE SO I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR HER. Though it is a little short…
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
A couple of fists to the face is fine, but the blade in the leg and the hip, couple of knicks on my cheeks, no.
I’d fought it long enough. But now I was getting dizzy.
The blood is running red down my body and I know I have to get out of here.
I busted the drug smugglers, the drugs destroyed, I would say it is a still fairly successful mission. One crook free should be fine for now, most of his buddies won’t be able to move properly for a couple of months anyway.
I need to leave.
I fire my grappling hook at rooftop of one of the many cheap apartment buildings just as he lands another slash on my calf and swing away.
The fogginess in my head clouds my aim, and almost slip right off the edge.
Just blurs, only blurs.
I’ve become discombobulated, I barely register the sound of glass shattering and the stinging sensations now all over my body.
I feel myself mentally leave my body as everything turns to black.
I pry my eyes apart, my lashes stuck together like glue from dry blood.
“Hey? Are you okay?”
My eyes close again.
A wet feeling covers my head and dances around my face.
“If you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” This disembodied female voice, shaking with panic, placed a cold hand in my palm.
I managed to move my fingers.
“Oh thank god!” She breathed out.
I part my dry lips, struggling to make a noise. Just raspy breaths passed.
“I’m going to call an ambulance, I’m not qualified-” I grip her hand tight.
“Don’t. I’m…. fine…” I pry my eyes open again and hold them open. “I’m fine.”
“You lost a lot of blood.” Her face was glazed over with fear, yet she was beautiful, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight that seeped in the broken window.
“I’ll be fine,” I manage a smile, “I’ve had worse.” I force my body to move and sit myself up.
“Careful!” She yells, reaching instantly to my aid. “You’ll tear your stitches.”
“You stitched me up?”
“I’m a surgical intern.”
“Heh, thought you weren’t qualified.”
“Not officially.” She sits opposite me in purple pinstripe pyjamas.
“I’m…” I look around the dark apartment. “I’m sorry about the window, and I didn’t mean to wake you…”
“It’s okay, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, didn’t I say? I’ll get going.” I stood only to stumble over my own feet, still, I managed to stay vertical.
“Wait!” She gripped my arm and I winced, I imagine I got glass there. “Let me just finish washing up your face. I was doing that before you woke up.” She stared at the ground, but not before I caught the red tinge in her cheeks. I have to admit I am certainly grateful for this mask for hiding my own blushing face.
“Alright.” I nod and she guides me to a worn out sofa.
She walks back to the window where a open first-aid kit lays.
I look around the apartment as she returns to wash the blood off my face.
I see a photo with smashed glass, in it, my guardian angel and a woman.
“Sister?” I ask.
At first she is confused but sees the direction I am looking and shakes her head. “No, ex.”
“Please don’t hate me, people in this area don’t take to kindly to girls like me.”
She looks pained. I know how she feels.
“Don’t worry. If anything, it helps me like you more.”
The redness of her face becomes more obvious and she stares into my eyes, then glancing at my lips, back to my eyes.
I encase her stunning features in my hands and initiate what I just knew she was thinking. I press my lips to hers and I hear the damp cloth drop. Her hands roam to around my neck and deepen the kiss