forum I’m a villain in need of a hero...or at least someone mentally stable.. (1x1 closed)

Started October 09, 2020 by @Festive_Fenrir

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Finn watched him go. Just standing there for a long moment before turning away. it was a short walk home. He checked in on poppy who had luckily fallen back to sleep before falling onto his bed without even getting changed. (Time skip?)

“Look who we have here….” Asterix drawled, yanking brink against the wall, pinning him in place. His face was bloodied and bruised and he was fairly certain he was going to pass out. Or at least he hoped he would.
“Congratulations.” Brink choked out. “You caught the circus freak. Now what?”
Asterix laughed. “Now, we have some fun with you.”

Finn wasn't in his costume. He was just running an errand not expecting to run into any danger. He was walking by an alley and heard some fighting. Out of instinct, he turned to look down the alley. He saw someone pushing a man again a wall. He didn't recognize Brink at first. With all of the bruises and blood. "Hey let go of him!"

Asterix glared up at man and cracked a smile. “I suggest you get out of here if you don’t want to end like him.” He warned, shoving Brink back against the wall as he made an attempt to escape, his head making a sickening crack against the stone wall behind him. He whimpered in pain and tried to look at the man who had come to try and save his worthless life. He didn’t recognize him, at least not with the mask on, but he knew those endlessly deep eyes. “Hello, darlin.” He managed out, making one final attempt to get away from Asterix by thrashing out with his hands and legs.
Asterix shook his head and pulled out a long knife. “Quit doing that. Or would you like more scars to add to the collection, huh? Ink yourself up all you want, it will never hide what I did to you.”

Finn's eyes widened when he finally recognized Brink. flinching when he heard the crack. "Trust me I won't be the one getting hurt." He lifted a trashcan up that was behind them and set it flying across the alley. Aiming directly at Asterix. He tried his best to direct it away from Brink. Hoping the other man wouldn't even see. He knew he blew his cover but that wasn't the most important thing right now. especially since he heard what Brink said to him.

Asterix narrowed his eyes at the man, “Really? How so?” He mocked, one arm still holding Brink in place. His eyes widened when he saw the trashcan flying straight for and immediately dropped Brink to The ground in an attempt to move out of the way. Unfortunately, it crashed right into him, knocking him to the ground for a few moment before he shoved it off of him and he stumbled out of the ally, disappearing off I to the busy city.
Brink slumped to the ground, blood from where husband head was hit against the was trailed down the wall. He looked up at Finn and cracked a bloody smile, mumbling something about a hero before blacking out from the immensely pain he felt just about everywhere on his body

Finn tried to catch Asterix but he was too slow and was more concerned about Brink anyway. Once he saw the other man blackout he ran over. "Shit." He lifted him up. "Hey, brink I need you to wake up." He tried. already thinking if it would be a good idea to bring him to a hospital or not. Probably not right? There's no way Brink would be happy with that. His own house wasn't too far away. he could just bring him there.

Brink whined softly and manage to come back to consciousness. “Just leave me here…I’ll be fine..” He rasped, blinking hard to try and dispel the pounding in his head. “Maybe bring some aspirin though..” he added, leaning as far as he could into the hero’s warmth. “You should get outta here. …Not safe.”

Finn shook his head and picked him up bridal style. "My place is close. I have some medical supplies." Poppy's at daycare and Willows out. It should be fine. He told himself. "I don't think he's coming back anytime soon. Who was that guy anyway?" He looked down at him as he walked out of the alleyway. Luckily there weren't many people in the streets and the few that were tries their best to just ignore them.

He winced in pain and tried to protest, his words coming out incoherent. Reluctantly, Brink relaxed into the hero’s hold and sighed softly, shaking his head slightly and waving his hand, dismissing the question for now. “Later…” He murmured, eyes fluttering slightly, trying get his best not to black out again. The city, despite being relatively quiet for the time of day was too bright and loud, any small amount of noise was extremely loud to his ears.

Finn looked down at him. "Try your best not to fall asleep. You defiantly got a concussion from that." he walked up to a tall building. It looked slightly n the fancier side compared to the other apartment buildings in the city. He walked inside grateful that the lobby was empty. It was usually pretty empty but with his luck, he thought today would be the day it would be crowded. He got onto the Elevator hitting the top floor.

“Mhm,” Brink replied, leaning his head on the other’s chest, trying his best to block out every small noise he heard, from the elevator doors opening to the mechanic shop of the elevator as they rose higher into what Brink assumed was an apartment building. From the small clear glimpses he could see, Brink immediately next knee they were in the highrise part of town, somewhere he usually tried to avoid most of the time. “So this isn’t where you live.” He mused softly with a wavering smile

Finn didn't answer right away. When the elevator doors opened they revealed a large living room. Finn walked over and set Brink on the couch. "I'll go get some stuff to patch you up. After that, I have a guest room you can stay in for now." He smiled softly dusting himself off as he stood straighter. There were large windows covering one wall of the apartment. He left the room for a moment and came back with a medical kid and a glass of water. Handing Brink a bottle of pain killers and the glass. "Take that. IT's going to take a bit to kick in but it should help."

Brink looked around the room like a kid in a candy shop. Despite his spitting headache as well as the rest of the injuries he had, he had enough energy to marvel at the large space. He settled at the end of the couch, curling up tightly so that most of The couch was open. He never really had felt comfortable in a strangers house, always getting paranoid for some reason, though the hero wasn’t really a stranger, the house was and so were his true intentions. What Igbo he was a hero to the world but someone completely different when alone?
He glared at the pain killer and water before slowly taking them, gulping down the water and shivering slightly. “Thanks.” He muttered softly, looking at the room and slowly rocking back and forth in his spot, trying to cal his nerves, the realization that he would have died that day if Finn hadn’t shown up now really hitting him. “Not only for this…for what you didn’t back there…” he added on

Finn nodded. "It's no problem.. Saving people is kind of my thing," He said half-joking. He smiled and sat at the other end of the couch. Opening his emergency medical kit. A lot of the supplies were almost gone but he had enough to bandage Brink up. He took out some alcohol pads. "This might sting a bit but don't worry I'll put some cream on it after that'll help." He moves closer to Brink going to clean the wound on his face.

Brink leaned away slightly when the hero made an attempt to clean his wounds. “Who are you? And why, of all people did you help me, hm?” He asked slowly, straightening in his spot and glaring at him. “And don’t give me that hero crap. Not even the best of hero’s would save a guy like me. Why did you?”

Finn his hands away and bit his lip. "sorry I should have actually introduced myself since secrecy doesn't really matter now. I'm Finn." He put his hands on his lap. Fidgetting with the alcohol pad. He shrugged. "I don't really know why I'm helping you but I can so if you let me I will. Don't really know what 'a guy like me' is supposed to mean you've helped me before and I think everyone is worth saving." He sounded cheesy and knew it.

Brink tilted his head slightly when the hero told him his name. “Finn,” he repeated, smiling softly and nodding.
“Consider yourself lucky. Those moments come rarely.” He relaxed slightly and relaxed back into the couch. “Be careful, darlin. Not everyone you help is worth it.” He murmured softly, nodding to the cotton swab before shutting his eyes, waiting patiently

Finn nodded He brought the alcohol pad to Brinks wounds. taking cream and bandages out of the medial kit. "Everyone is worth helping," He repeated. He applied some antibiotic and painkilling cream on the cut. Right before a bandage. moved on to checking other wounds. "Anything feel broken?"

Brink leaned gently into the touch. It still hurt like hell but he found that he was willing to endure the pain, if only Finn would continue touching him. After a while of silence he opened his eyes and shrugged “everything, but I’m sure you don’t want to deal with the rest of me.” He said with a teasing wink. “Plus I should get going anyways.” He tried to stand but immediately sat back down with a small hiss of pain. He blinked back a few tears, not allowing himself to look weak in front of Finn. “Once the pain killers set in at least.”

"You should stay here for now. "Maybe move to the guest room once you feel good enough to move. I'm definitely not letting you leave here until you are all healed up." Finn got up and left the living room for a moment. Coming back with an ice pack. He handed it to Brink and move on to another cut he noticed on Brink's arm.

Brink reluctantly gave Finn a small nod an direction relaxed into the couch once again. “In any other circumstance, I’d take that as a threat, dear hero.” He said, a small smile playing at his lips. He tried his best not to twitch or move around so much as Finn worked to clean the rest of his wounds. His tolerance for long amounts of pain were never great. He hated to suffer. He would much rather die a quick death than suffer through hours of torture, on the edge of death but not quite dead yet.

Finn finished bandaging him up. smiling softly. "Okay, I think I got everything. You should relax for a little bit," He stood up and handed Brink the remote to the large tv in front of him. "Here you can put something on if you want I'll be in the kitchen. No one else should be home for at least another hour."