The following hours were a blur. The pain from your gunshot wound made you feel like you were barely in your body. There would be moments of lucidity, but they would be very short. And once they were over, you'd black out, then suddenly come to in a different location than where you had been.
Coherent thoughts were also few and far between. You had managed to regain some consciousness when Joker was tying you down on what looked like a dentist's chair. It was fully reclined, so you were laying down completely. You had wanted to open your mouth to say something, but your brain was so screwed up you couldn't even think of anything to say. Your questions were bubbling at the very back of your mind, but you couldn't seem to figure out what they were.
You faded out again, only to be woken up by pain more piercing than the initial wound, if that was possible. You screamed loudly, thrashing about in your binds. An overhead light scorched your retinas, causing your eyes to squeeze shut as you begged incoherently for Joker's mercy. You didn't know what you had done wrong, but you figured it must have been something. Otherwise, why was he taking advantage of your weak spot?
"Stay still." His voice wasn't really angry, just kind of annoyed. You noticed that he had inserted tweezers into your sizable wound, and he appeared to be digging around for something. Even in your barely-lucid state, you figured that he was attempting to look for the bullet.
While good-intentioned, it fucking hurt. You tried to stay still, but your body kept writhing on what felt like its own accord, shrill screams erupting from your throat. You wanted the darkness to take you again, and when it inevitably did, you welcomed it.
You faded in and out a couple more times, and every time you came to, you were in more pain. Joker must have gone deeper each time, since it felt like new parts of flesh were being prodded with every second. You were in so much pain you couldn't breathe, and you were desperately babbling for him to comfort you. All you wanted was his support, his companionship. That was the one desire that persisted beyond your mental fog. Not survival. Not wanting to know who the shooters were. Just him.
After a bit, though, you came to after another period of unconsciousness. You realized that you felt a little better, and the threat to pass out was no longer imminent. Thankfully, Joker seemed to have stopped his digging, too. Still, you shut your eyes, chest heaving as you desperately tried to process this scenario. After all, you hadn't exactly gotten to earlier.
You felt a groan bubble up in the back of your throat. Even though you felt better, you still didn't feel perfect. You felt drained, and your throat was raw from screaming. You felt as if you had just been out through the ringer, and you probably had been. That pain was nothing like you'd ever felt. You figured that Joker and his team had been on the receiving end of many gunshots, but this was new for you, so you didn't have the immunity to pain that they probably did.
Despite your tiredness, your head felt strangely light, and your arm felt strangely devoid of pain. It almost felt as if you were...
You opened your eyes and looked at yourself, coming to find that you were unbound. But, your arms were still extended in the starfish position. You came to find that your injured arm was wrapped up, and that there was an IV needle inserted into your other arm. The accompanying bag contained a small amount of clear liquid.
"Morphine," came Joker's voice from beside your chair.
You looked over at him, and he smiled. But, something about this smile seemed softer than usual. Almost like he was relieved. "You're welcome."
"Thank you." Your voice was hoarse, and you cleared your throat in the hopes that it would somewhat come back.
You really were thankful. You couldn't imagine the agony you'd be in right now if it weren't for the morphine. It sort of unsettled you that Joker, a criminal who was most certainly uncertified to perform such tasks, was the one to inject the drug into you. But, he clearly knew what he was doing, which only made you feel more dependent on him. He had helped you so much, and it had been completely unnecessary to do so. After all, you didn't need to be pain-free in order to be alive.
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deal with the devil! | JOKER X READER ✅
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) was new to the crime scene. She had pulled off a couple heists in Gotham along with a few other miscellaneous crimes, and a few people were beginning to take note of her name. But, what little clout she was receiving wasn't enough for he...
