"Sometimes I Wonder" (A Lego Batjokes Fanfiction)

Chapter 9: Comatose

I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe
'Less I feel you next to me
You take the pain I feel (Waking up to you never felt so real)
I don't wanna sleep, I don't wanna dream
'Cause my dreams don't comfort me
The way you make me feel
(Waking up to you never felt so real)

Batman began to panic as the Joker did not awake. He kept shaking the clown and bit his lip.
"Come on, Joker!" He screamed. "Wake up!"

Alfred ran into the room with a shocked look on his face. He watched as the clown tossed and turned. Sweat could be seen going down his pale skin as he panicked. The dream must be intense. He ran over to Bruce and helped him wake up the Joker quickly.
"Joker! You must wake up! You are dreaming!"

"Dreaming?" Batman practically squeaked. "You call this dreaming?" He pointed to the green haired male as his finger trembled. The Dark Knight was afraid for the clown.

Alfred nodded, continuing to shake Joker more. He grunted and bit his lip. "Of course. You have these dreams sometimes whenever you dream about something. Anything, really." The butler glanced back at the tossing clown. "He should be awake now! Why will he not wake up?"

"I don't know!" Batman screeched and looked down at the Joker. "Listen, J-bird. Whatever you are dreaming about right now, whatever is going on inside your head, it's not happening! Wake up!"

Alfred nodded, "you must wake up before you hurt yourself from tossing and turning so much, Joker. So, do us all a favor, and wake up, please!"

No matter how loud the butler and the caped crusader would scream, Joker was stil trapped within his mind. The scene rolled over again, and again like a broken record. Tears began to swell up in the clown's eyes as he watched his greatest enemy, his crush, his everything get taken away quickly like a hurricane.

Suddenly, the clown sprung up from the bed and breathed heavily. Tears fell down his pale cheeks. Batman sat beside Joker and held him tightly. Alfred backed away and went to get the clown a glass of water.

Joker was shaking badly, sweat pouring down his face like a downpour. He had dreams before, in which, his father would abuse him and his mother, all of his criminal buddys beating him to death (which, almost happened), and so on. But never did the Clown Prince of Crime have a dream, no, a nightmare like this one. It felt so real. It was as if he were actually right there as he watched the Dark Knight get tossed to the ice wall. Why would he dream that? Scratch that, why on Earth would the Joker dream of that? He knew he adored and cared for Batman, but, why did that, somewhat familiar, figure kill him? What could have the Dark Knight done in order to make such a violent creature go, dare he say it, mad?
So many questions, so little time.

Batman sat beside the Joker and looked at him with worry in his eyes. The clown looked at his shaking, pale hands and teared up. He looked to his right and saw the familiar blue eyes he grew to fall in love with. The caped crusader tilted his head, a bit confused as to why the clown was tearing up.
"Joker?" He put his hand on his nemesis' thigh, gently rubbing it in comfort. "Are you okay? That dream must have been really intense."

"It was," Joker agreed and licked his lips nervously. "It was very realistic. I can't tell what's real and what's not after having one of those." He looked into the Dark Knight's eyes and teared up even more, lip beginning to quiver. The pale man couldn't handle this. He had thought that his greatest enemy had parished due to that flying, blue figure. His body began to shake as he could hear the caped crusader's dying breath. It was so unbearable.