Writer's block drabbles (Read Des.)

Dark emotoins (NSFW-ish and Triggering elements)

I was laying down on the couch, flipping through the channels boredly. When i heard the doorbell ring. Not the normal type either like it was erractic and kinda annoying if i had to say anything. I sighed and rolled off the couch and walked to the door shouting, "Alright! Alright! I'm coming dammit!" When i opened the door i saw the figure of a girl wrapped in a white coat, nose bleeding and lip busted. "H-hey Dark," The girl giggled awkwardly. "Did i wake you I-I-I hope not," I narrowed my eyes. "Samantha?? What on-" I paused and looked at her closely. She had on a stupid smile and her bright blue eyes were clouded with uncertainty. I'd only seen something like this once before. "Sam... You freaking idiot! Your twenty-one! You should know better than to..." I trailed off as she laughed awkwardly in her dazed state. "Yep he roofied me..." Her glassy eyes fell. "And then you can see the rest..." She murmured softly. "Why did you come here then??" I hissed at her. Her lovely blue eyes looked back up to me. "I... I didnt know where else to g-go..." She told me before her eyes rolled back and she careened forwards. I quickly caught her. "Dammit," I muttered before looking around outside and bringing her inside.
I put her on my couch before locking my door. "She just turned 21 and she's already going out," I thought to myself. "Damn girl, stupid as hell." I ran up the stairs and grabbed a pair of kitchen shears and  some medical supplies. I couldn't believe I was gonna help my own rival. I walked back down and with a sigh I set my things down and began to work. I slowly took her jacket off which was stained with grey patches. Once it came off i saw patches of red and purple along with bite marks around her shoulder blades. I looked at them and felt revolted. How on earth did this so called detective manage to...? I exhaled sharply as i felt flaming hot rage tug at my stomach. Whoever did this to her would pay, I would find them and make sure they get the same treatment as her. I cleaned the marks on her shoulders with the nauseating anger churning in my stomach.
Once i have bandaged her all up i took it upon myself to wrap her up in a blanket and wash the clothes, which now lay on the floor. I sighed as i picked up her clothes and stuck em in the washer. Wait why was i doing all this? I shouldn't even care for her! She's the hero, I should have left her on my doorstep for whoever that guy was to find her. But I didnt, I let her in I cared for her. I even felt enraged for her. What the hell is wrong with me? Tomorrow I am gonna hand her, her clothes and make her change. Then she'll leave and never return. I hate that girl and this effect she has on me.

(Not Canon but it was fun to write ig prompt was hurt hero and villain takes the hero in... kinda weird)