#lily WILL send good vibes to ozzy

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@michellecee0 UHH. UHHH. LIAM AND BONNIE FANART???

I HOPE ITS OK I DRAW THEM they’re so fuckigng pretty i’m

also extra doodle of darlene (my ozzy mom ver) and bonnie hanging out :3c 👉👈

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Hi!

So, I'm not sure about how this works (first time sending a prompt), but I'm going to try.

Hurt/comfort nygmobblepot with trans!Oswald, preferably if Ed is —mostly— the one taking care of Ozzie.

Bonus points if there are some tattoos involved (I'm kind of obsessed with The Administrator AUs right now, gotta be honest)

And if you want to make Ozzy ace, that's totally fine, I honestly find kind of weird to see him as allo (he just give those ace vibes, I guess?).

Thank you!

Thank you for sending in the prompt! I did give Oswald a tattoo but I haven’t watched John Wick so, I didn’t manage to work in an Administrator AU - sorry about that. The begining is a little heavy on the hurt but I promise there is tons of comfort too! I hope you like it <3

TW: blood, canon typical violence

I had a sensitivity reader for this fic since I’m not trans myself but please do reach out if you think something I have written is disrespectful: I’m here to learn.

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The chaos after a shooting was something most Gothamites were at least familiar with - in Edward's case, he himself had been involved in more than enough that by then, he knew better than losing his cool even when there was blood splattering the ground.

Panic was useless and it didn't even feel one good like crying did.  

"Get the fuck out of the way!"

"But sir, the surgeon-"

"-I'll take it from here" Edward stated firmly, helping Oswald limp past the door of his study "Off you go" he encouraged, waving his hand in the goons' faces before kicking the door shut behind their backs.

"Oi! That's real Amaranth wood, Ed! It costs a fortune"

Edward rolled his eyes, depositing as gently as possible the other man on the couch "Keep pressure on the wound"

"The medkit is under the desk"

"I know" as if he hadn't had checked it out just the other day, swapping out meds that were close to their expiry date for new ones; replenishing the amount of bandages; inspecting the seals on sterile gauzes and single-packaged needles; smelling the various disinfectants and tinctures to check the alcohol hadn't completely evaporated. Edward was pretty sure that he knew the contents of the other's medkit better than his partner did - which admittedly was a mildly terrifying thought. Sure, whenever he wasn't around Oswald had the power and the money to get the best of doctors brought at his doorstep with a snap of his fingers but what if, for some reason, the other man was left without assistance?

Knowing Oswald, he would sooner grab a bottle of whiskey from his liquor cabinet to douse the wound with (and anesthetize himself) rather than reach for a proper disinfectant. He didn't even want to think about what he would use to stitch himself up if needed - probably sellotape or a stapler.

Edward wasn't squeamish by nature but the image of Oswald taking a stapler to his flesh was… nauseating.

"Oh fuck, Ed. It's ruined!"

He knelt by his partner, a handful of sterile gauze already in hand to stem the worst of the blood. He glanced down at Oswald's calf, studying the flash wound that ran across the lilies the other man had decided to get tattooed there "It's enriched" Edward stated diplomatically; even being very neat at stitching, there wasn't a way for him to make the tattoo look as if there had never been a wound there: the bullet had grazed Oswald and stripped the flesh it had come in contact with, forever erasing the ink "Don't worry. Now, let's take your binder off"

"What?"

"I'm going to have to give you stitches, Os. Breathing already is going to be hard enough with the binder after running for your life, let alone if you keep it on"

Oswald hated it.

He hated it when Edward was right about such things.

Still, he let the other man help him out of his suit jacket - miraculously intact, maybe he wouldn't throw it away and he would just ask his tailor to remake the trousers - and started on the buttons of his shirt while Edward efficiently unclipped the suspenders. With every layer he lost, his uneasiness grew - even around the man who regularly saw him naked: getting undressed out of his own volition was one thing, it gave him control on just how much skin he wanted to bare, whereas doing it for necessity… it irked him.

"Ready?"

It wasn't a good time to be irked - Oswald gave a jerky nod "Yes"

Edward tried to make the ordeal as quick as possible without literally tearing the binder off of the other man. There were ways to take it off safely, especially after Oswald had worn it for so long and had even exerted himself in it: he folded it with expert fingers before he tugged it over Oswald's shoulders, immediately reaching for the other's shirt so that the other man could cover himself "I'll inject a local anesthetic but I won't start stitching until you're breathing steady" Edward knelt back down by the other's side, rummaging through the kit for everything he needed - mostly to give Oswald a semblance of privacy while he covered himself up, donning on part of his armour.

He mopped up the blood, satisfied to witness that the flow had slowed down.

"That fucking stings!"

"It's disinfectant, of course it stings. Doing the injection now"

(Continues on ao3)