eurydices dc one shots

ripped smile - j.t

pov: you and jason are partners and the joker had escaped arkham (for the thousandth time.) you two work on the case but you hide some information from jason and attempt to capture the joker on your own. you already knew what jason had been through with the joker and you didn't want to make him have to deal with him again. your plot to save the day...didn't go as planned
tw: angsty , blood yk
a/e - your alter ego name
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You woke up strapped to a hospital bed feeling nauseous. You surveyed the room for a moment and saw two needles, one attached to each wrist. The needles were connected to a tube which led to hanging packets that seemed to endlessly fill with your blood. Why was your blood being taken? The bags were almost completely full and the tense feeling in your wrist began turning into a stinging one. You had the urge to throw up but you couldn't even lift your head. Your ears were ringing and your vision was full of colorful spots. You couldn't properly form anything thoughts..Where were you? How'd you get there...A knock at the door was then followed by the Joker walking in with a lab coat and a clipboard

"Hm..Not good...Not good at all....Good Morning A/E..."
The Joker continued mumbling but you had no energy to answer. Memories began coming back...

|Flashback|

It was late at night and you typed quietly in your small makeshift Batcave (which was really just a room in the apartment with a locked door and no windows.) You could of been at the actual Batcave but this case you wanted to work on by yourself. You were running on about two hours of sleep and a big gulp worth of five hour energy. You were feeling particularly antsy.. Probably cause of the caffeine. You squinted at the monitor, maybe you should of turned some other lights on..The only light in the apartment right now was coming off the monitor since you didn't want to wake up Jason. You had both been working on finding the Joker after his thousandth escape. Bruce and Jason knew better than anyone that going after the Joker on your own was a bad idea but ...You were not them. Before you could finish any thoughts the door opened behind you and you spun around in your chair to see your lovely boyfriend with a cup of coffee. You spun back around to face the monitor and waited to be scolded. He took a sip out of his cup before placing it on the table.

"Didn't we agree on taking a break..Which was your idea by the way?"

He walked up behind your chair and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You could see his slight reflection in the monitor. His black messy hair with a streak of white always made everything better.

"I don't remember me ever mentioning that I'd be apart of that break. You've been working way longer than me anyways..Why are you up so late anyways..I didn't wake you did I?"

You suddenly felt guilty for possibly waking him up. Maybe you typed too loud? Jason started at you through the reflection of your monitor for a few moments before raising an eyebrow. You took a glance at the coffee then Jason...Then the time. It was 6 am. There were no windows in that small room and you'd been so much in the zone that you didn't even bother checking the clock. You took a deep inhale before reaching for his coffee but his hand stopped yours midway.

"Ah-Ah-Ah! Nope! No more caffeine for you! You're going to bed!" He quickly grabbed the cup and placed it on a higher shelf where you sadly could not reach.

"Please I'm almost done with contacting leads.."

You pleaded but he already decided you were done. You spun your chair back around to face him and wait for an answer. Instead of him answering you he shot you a smirk. He had an idea...This was not going to end well for you. He placed both hands on the headrest of your chair and spun it towards the direction of the door.

"Not again-"

He pushed you in the chair straight out the door and began running around pushing you around the apartment. You hung onto the armrests for dear life and almost ate shit multiple times. Last time this happened he launched you into your glass coffee table. No more glass coffee table. (oH no oUR TABLEE ITS BROOKEN)
After a few more minutes of torture he finally slowed down and picked up the chair with you still in it and poured you into your bed. He placed the chair back down and put his hands on his hips.