Can I request SFW Vampire Tim Drake by chance? Hurt/comfort maybe? Thanks!
SFW but with violence for you!
The Trigger
vampire!Tim Drake x gn!reader / injured reader / violence
They thought you were a weakness.
Tim Drake’s pet human.
They sent their familiars to snatch you up in the daylight, too scared to come for you in the dark.
Now you’re stood chained to a wall by your wrists, arms above your head, in a shitty club that looks like something from a late 90’s vampire flick. The only reason you’re fearful is that the vampires keep snacking on you like you’re a juice box and you’re starting to get light headed and floaty. The next idiot might not stop in time, too young to control their thirst .
But you’re not scared for Tim, as much as they thought they could use you against him to tamper down his ruthlessness, oh, no: Because you’re not Tim Drake’s weakness.
You’re his fucking doomsday trigger.
A weak laugh spills past your lips when the lights go out and the screaming starts. It won’t be painful for the human familiars; they go first and fast. The vampires, however… You can hear their human sounding screams warping into demonic screeches as they’re torn apart by hands that you know will be gentle when they touch you.
Tim’s anger is quiet, ruthless, so there are no grunts of angry effort or shouts or gloating. He finishes them off until you can only hear a wet drip somewhere in the dark to your right and your own weak pulse thudding loud and slow in your ears.
There’s an arm around your waist lifting you up from where you’d sagged and your head is resting on his shoulder as he opens the manacles around your wrists. You give a weak sound of discomfort when your arms are lowered, shoulders aching.
“I’ve got you,” he hushes, and you hear the worry in his voice along with the relief as he presses his forehead to yours. "You're safe now," the words spoken to himself just as much to you. You can’t see him in the dark of this underground club but he can see you: You’re bruised and covered in bite marks, a split lip and sprained wrist from when the familiars had ambushed you and you fought back.
He picks you up effortlessly in his arms, walks through puddles of blood and out into the crisp Gotham night to take you home.