How Gotham villains react to their s/o getting shot
Translation: Sul doppio - on the double, Tesoro - sweetheart
Y/n was laying in the grass, blood running down her side. Oswald came running down the hill four guards behind him, he fell to his knees beside her and pulled her close.
"Who did this to you, my dear?" He whispered.
Y/n could barely speak, the pain was too much. She shook her head and gripped one of his lapels.
"I-I didn't see the face....but I think they worked for Fish Mooney."
Oswald went hot and cold at the very sound of her name, he would make her suffer for this. Nobody does this to his woman and lives.
"Gabe! Bring Y/n back up to the house. I need to make a visit to an old friend."
Y/n and Zsasz are walking down the road in the rain, it's dark outside and cold. Zsasz hears a gun shot quite close to them, he turned in the direction of the sound when Y/n barely whispers his name.
He spun around and caught her in his arms before she could hit the ground, Victor pressed his hand into her wound and rested his forehead on hers.
"You'll be alright, don't worry...I'll get you home."
Y/n's vision went black and her body felt cold...
Victor gently dabbed a warm washcloth on her forehead while rubbing her arm.
"Victor?" She asked as she opened her eyes, he smiled and connected his lips with hers.
"I won't rest until I find who did this." He whispered.
"Woah woah woah!" Butch yelled as Y/n and him raised their hands.
"Nobody has to get hurt here!" Y/n said.
The man in black pointed a gun at her and pulled the trigger, she fell to the floor and gasped.
"You son of a bitch!" Butch yelled.
"Don't fuckin move!" The man in black pointed the gun at him. "Now you'll sit there and watch her die!"
Butch charged at him and knocked his ass out, he picked y/n up and laid her out onto the couch.
"Y/n, stay with me baby. Come on it'll be okay....I'll get you some help."
Butch ran to get Mooney and the nearest physician he could find, when he came back he stayed by her side and stared daggers at the physician.
Y/n was sitting on the floor, back against the wall when Eddie came running in.
"Y/n!?" He called out. He stopped when he saw her. Y/n was bleeding from her shoulder and obviously about to pass out.
Eduardo could hear footsteps enter the room from the one adjacent to it. Y/n let out a quiet cough and Eddie knelt down next to her making sure she was alright.
"Y/n? Stay with me..."
"I doubt she'll live for very much longer." A man's voice said as he stepped into the light.
Eddie slowly reached for the gun strapped to his thigh, making sure the man in front of him couldn't see.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I am Nathaniel Barnes! I'm sure you've heard of me."
"Yeah I've heard of you, formally Captain of the GCPD. Turned psychopath, tried to kill Jim Gordon. Now you go after a defenseless woman? In her own home, I can see you're still a sick bastard."
Eddie stood and quickly pointed his gun at Barnes, pulling the trigger and shooting him in the gut.
He pulled out his phone and dialed Jim's number, when he picked up Eddie didn't give him a chance to say "Hello".
"Jim! Barnes shot Y/n and I need an ambulance immediately! Why don't you and Harvey get down here and take this son of a bitch in?"
Eduardo hung up and knelt back down next to Y/n, he tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at her.
"You'll be alright, Gorgeous. They'll be here soon, you just gotta stay awake."
The Irish man held a gun to Y/n's head as Maroni's men circled him.
"I'll kill her, Sal."
Maroni looked livid, this mooch had a gun to HIS girl, in HIS bar. And the man thought he was gonna escape with his life?
"You shoot her, you'll never make it out that door." He said.
The Irishman laughed and pressed the gun to her back, pulling the trigger.
Y/n's eyes when wide, she could feel the hot liquid run down her back.
"S-Sal...I." She stuttered and fell to the floor.
The man pointed the gun at Salvatore and fired, the gun didn't shoot, it only jammed.
Maroni smiled and motioned for his men to grab him, Sal pickled her up and took her to the back and laid her down on the soft couch.
"Franky!" He yelled. "Get me a doctor, sul doppio!
Tears ran down y/n's face, she let out a quiet sob and rapped her arms around his neck.
"Shh shh shh. Don't cry, Tesoro. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here with you."
THE END ❤️
(I hope you liked it. It's not my best work, but I've had covid for a while and haven't been in the right mindset to write stories. But I just decided to make this because I enjoy making Gotham villain headcanons.)