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Nurse J imagine

Originally written on Tumblr 12/19/22

I'm sick (but I'm starting to feel better) and yesterday I decided to write self indulgent fic. This is sort of what it would be like for J to take care of you when you're sick, although not a well thought out fic. It gets soft and mushy at the end. I hope this turns out alright. J is characterized softer. Sorry for any typos. Enjoy!

Word count: ~561 approx.

Warnings: There's a swear word.

J wears the nurse costume when you're sick

You've been sick for awhile now, although you weren't quite sure until you almost couldn't get out of bed earlier this morning. You suspected that J knew about your illness before you did. Something about the way his dark brown eyes soften with concern when you cough or sniffle. "How, um... how do you feel, doll?" J asks.

"Tired...like shit. Other than that, I'm not really sure. I feel kinda weak too." You reply, coughing again.

J looks you over again. You told him earlier you were hot, but by now you were practically shivering. "A shower'll do you some good. It'll help you feel a bit better. C'mon." J gently helps you get out of bed, grabbing your arm and holding your hand to keep you steady.

~~~

After you shower and get dressed, J walks into your room, this time wearing a nurse's costume and a red-haired wig.

You laugh and sigh contentedly, gesturing vaguely to J's unusual appearance. "This is why I love you. Well, it isn't the only reason, but it certainly adds to it. Where did you get that?"

"Gotham General Hospital before it, uh... Before I blew it up." J smirks at the memory.

You sniffle again. "So it's legit then? Nice."

J moves towards you and eyes you carefully, checking you over. "Mhm. Now why don't you let your nurse know what's wrong, hm? I can't take good care of my favorite patient if I don't know what's wrong."

You laugh, "Hehe, could you maybe lose the wig? I can't take you seriously when you look like that."

J smirks at you, chuckling. "Why so serious, doll face?"

"Because I feel miserable."

You laugh as J takes the wig off. "Well we can't have that, now can we, bunny?"

"I suppose not." You follow J to the kitchen and sit down at the table, watching as J gets out a pot and walks towards the pantry.

"Ya need ta' drink some water. Maybe have some hot liquids, like soup." He brings the soup out and starts preparing your food.

"Are you sure about this? J, last time you tried to prepare a meal you lit in toaster on fire." You ask him.

"That was one time, sweets. Ya know, I'm actually quite the chef." J chuckles to himself.

"I'm sure you are." 

 ~~~

After you finish your soup, J helps you lay down on the couch. As he moves to sit next to you, you stop him. "J, don't. I don't want to get you sick."

"I think that ship has sailed, toots. Besides I don't care about that. What I do care about is makin' sure my little one is alright. Now scooch over, sweets."

J takes his place next to you on the couch and you snuggle towards him. "You're so comfy, J."

He cackles at that and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you.

You did not know many things, such as when you would get better or how long you would stay sick. But there is one thing of which you are certain. As you drift off, you realize that your beloved J (and your pretty nurse) will always take care of you and be with you through everything. Just as you would always do the same for him. Because you belong together. And nothing could ever change that.