Painkiller

▪TWENTY SIX▪

I was still alive, very hurt; but alive. I never felt this feeling before, I don't know what triggered it. Where am I, was the question I kept mentally telling myself. Bruce coulda brought me back to the bludhaven batcave, but who would want to drag a half dead body of some asshole kid across the city? I wouldn't.

I had absolutely no idea where i was, I couldn't open my eyes. My hearing was dull and my mouth was painfully dry. I was probably better off dead, not like anyone would care much.

I felt something hit my skin, something wet and rough. I felt sweat roll off my forehead and it felt like my body was on fire. I slowly started to open my eyes, everything around me was of course; a giant blur. My eyes stung and I tried my hardest to not slam them shut. I took a deep breath and then began to cough my lungs out,

"Oh shit!" I heard Azreal quietly gasp, "Bruce!" He yelled, "come quick!"

Everything around me was coming together. I was back in the Bludhaven batcave and I was, in what I think, was the infirmary area. I saw a big blob run towards Azreal and I, best guess it was Bruce.

Bruce looked worried, but relieved at the same time. His eyes looked tired and his dark hair was a mess. Dark stubble covered his pale face, he took my hand and breathed out in relief, "My god Warner." Was all he said. I've never seen him act this way before,

"W-what happened to me?" I squeaked out,

Bruce looked over at Azreal and Bruce chewed at his top lip, "we found large amounts of Scarecrows fear toxin in your system." Azreal spoke for Bruce. I felt my breath hitch and my chest felt heavy, "we got it out. It was hard but we did it. Almost lost you a few times."

"What do you mean by," I groaned as I tired to sit up, "almost lost me?" I asked as Bruce helped me fully sit up,

"Your heart stopped; three times, actually. You also experienced a small heart attack, nothing too severe." Azreal finished and I looked down, not knowing what to say,

"So I died? Three times?"

The two of them nodded, "yep." They both said,

"How long was I out?"

"Four days." Bruce said, letting go of my hand. He straighted his back out and ran his fingers through his messy hair,

"So that means four days wasted?" I mumbled and stood up, feeling my knees wobble, "we gotta get back out there. If i had real bullets Scarecrow woulda been-"

"Enough." Bruce cut me off, his voice booming through the cave, "You just woke up from a four day coma, you just suffered a heart attack, and you died three times. You aren't going anywhere, not for a long time."

"You can't do th-" I started but Bruce held up his hand, cutting me off midsentance once again,

"I can do that. Azreal and I are going out once sunsets. You are staying here, and if you're thinking about sneaking off, good luck. I hid all of your gear."

"This isn't fair!" I yelled out,

"Yes it is." Bruce said, then walked away.

I looked over at Azreal, who held up both his hands, "I'm not getting in this." He said than spun around in the office chair he was sitting in and stood up. He walked off in the opposite direction of Bruce, leaving me alone.