#this has been in my drafts for a while

LIVE

Villain stumbled back, holding his broken and bloody nose. His head rang with intense pain from the fight today. Villain leaned against the door of their cramped apartment, breathing heavily. It was past three am, at least that’s what their clock said. He stumbled his way to the bathroom, grunting as he put too much pressure onto a strained leg. A sharp ache rose up against his calf, and it took the combined effort of biting his tongue and screwing his eyes shut to keep quiet.

Eventually, he made his way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him, and pulling out the often used first aid, as well as spare clothes hidden in the cabinets. It took a while of biting back pain to change back into his home wear and applying ointments. Soft whimpers sounded from Villain as he reached up to feel the conditions of his nose.

However, a sudden knock startled him from the assessment of his injuries. “Papa?” a soft voice- the one of a toddler, spoke from behind the door. “Are you ok?”