Ducktales x Reader VARIOUS {2017}

: DarkWing Duck x Reader: :Healing the Hero:

:Friends to lovers, Hurt comfort, Injuries, Mentions of blood and bruises, mentions of violence, slight cursing:

It was another long night for darkwing. Ever since the ramrod incident criminal activity has begun to spike up especially from the organization F.O.W.L that has recently come to light. Darkwing trudged up a fire escape from the alley of an apartment building and limped steadily as he ascended floor by floor to his destination, panting as blood spilt from his side and his ribs ached.

He stopped at a lit window, the warmth bouncing off the glass was comforting as he gently pressed his hand against it. He knocked gently on the glass and waited for a certain someone to come to the door, he prayed silently to whatever god he believed in that not only he survived but also that Gosalyn wouldn't be too mad he stayed out later than usual.

Meanwhile inside the lit apartment smells of cinnamon buns swirled in the air as the owner, (y/n), of the studio apartment sat on the counter waiting for their food to be done all while looking through a medical textbook and jotting down notes. The moment the knock sounded they shut their book and turned a corner to see the one and only silhouette of a good friend and St. Canard's savior lurking beyond it.

(y/n) opened the window quickly, "Hey Darkwi-" they paused and looked at the heaving mess of a hero up and down before the horrifying reality settled on them, 'holy shit..' was all they whispered. Darkwing Chuckled sheepishly as he leaned against the railing to support himself "Hey-" he whimpered as he staggered forward in a pained fashion. (y/n) was quick to give his body support as they helped him in.

As soon as D.W. was inside the pushed past (y/n) and dragged himself over to the couch where he sat and began to wheeze in pain, (y/n) was silent for a second before going into full panic and interrogation mode. Curses left their mouth as they scrambled around the apartment beginning to pull out all sorts of supplies and medical kits before stopping and dropping it all at D.W. 's feet and ushering him to scoot over so they had space to start work.

"What happened?!" (y/n) asked hushed yet panicked as they began to pull the heroes coat and sweater off quickly, The damage was big but it was manageable, a laceration went running from the bottom of his ribs under his armpit to the top and it was still leaking blood making a mess of the soft couch under them. "I got stabbed" he said with a smart ass look before hissing as (y/n) moved his arm to drape over the couch, "first of all this isn't a stab this is a slash secondly no shit-, i meant tell me what happened!".

"Well it happened earlier tonight, there was a kidnapping in progress, and as a hero does i went after them," (y/n) nodded as they took out an antiseptic bottle emptying some of its contents into a small plastic dish and taking tweezers and a cotton ball to pick up some of the liquid before applying it gingerly to the cut to clean anything infectious that had been brewing on the trip from there to here. D.W. hissed at the pain but continued his story like a trooper, "I had popped the getaway van's tires which caused them to stop suddenly and swerve into a parking lot. And luckily the girl inside had been fighting back too because the moment the van stopped she was able to escape and get to a crowd of women who had followed us, on foot might I add, to try and help.".

(y/n) smiled at the sound of women protecting women, and continued their medical work as they held gauze in place with slight pressure trying to get as much as the bleeding stopped as possible. "Dangerous but brave of them to do so, go on." D.W took a deep breath to continue his story since he was winded from the story already, "Long story short i was able to stop al three but the last one out smarted me and slashed me before getting knocked out by a smoke bomb hitting him on the head.''Both birds shared a chuckle at the imagery of someone being hit in the head like chicken little with an acorn and just passing out.