The Greek Bat (NonMythological Version)

Chapter 25: The Revenge of a Villain

While I was normally fine with Joker dropping into my life (Sometimes literal) but today was not one of those days. Throughout school I kept sneezing and my head just felt bloated and I could not concentrate at all.

I hate the fact that I didn't feel this bad this morning and couldn't exactly go to the school nurse (she didn't do anything, for such a good school she sucked and was practically useless).

So here I was, walking back home barely able to put my feet in front of one another (Dick had to go to Babs house after school to work on some sort of project leaving me alone.).

Just as I was about to make it to the park where I just had to head straight, I was suddenly scooped up in some sort of hug and carried to a car.

No one stopped anything (mostly because this is Gotham) and didn't seem to question anything. As I looked up and blinked at the men, I was surprised to note that it actually wasn't Joker or Harley.

Just some guy in a scarecrow mask...

Oh.

Well shiver me timbers.

This day definitely sucked.

Reaching for my wrist watch, my movements felt sluggish and before I knew it, the Scarecrow grabbed my wrist, which made me wince in pain, and quickly took my watch off me and then smash it to pieces and throw it out of the van.

Lovely, at least Bruce will get a signal to his computer alerting that my watch has been smashed and send it's last location.

Just as I thought that, the car started moving and we were heading to another destination. Refraining from groaning as my head started to pound behind my head, I was slightly worried at what was about to come from some sort of revenge scheme.

Being affected by my light headedness, I blinked and suddenly my hands were tied behind my back and there was some sort of gag in my mouth.

I blinked once more and found myself being moved toward a random warehouse that were all over Gotham. Honestly, can't villains get better hideouts.

I was shoved roughly onto a thin mattress as Scarecrow came back to me while playing with a needle that was filled with green substance.

Lovely, more of that scare stuff that the Scarecrow loved.

Barely able to summon enough strength to move away from the incoming needle, the substance entered my body and I felt even more worse.

Shivering from being cold (not from fear like it seemed Scarecrow thought it was), I curled into a ball the best I could and ignored the green gas that was slowly entering the room where Gabes were.

Of course, I knew that said gas and Gabe's were not real, but my body couldn't fight off the substance as it was having an even worse time with me having the simple cold.

I finally had a frightful shiver as slowly, the Gabes were turning into people I cared about and slowly dying my Scarecrows hand.

The begging was what broke me though, and I felt wetness fall down my cheeks as I shivered and tried to close my eyes.

But I couldn't close my ears and started to feel sick.

I really wanted to go home.

I flinch away from touch as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I shivered and tried to curl into more of a ball, fully expecting Scarecrow to be there with more of his substance.

When nothing happened, I slowly opened my eyes the best I could and shivered as I saw bodies of the ones I loved everywhere.

I blinked as I felt my hands were released from their confines and turned toward the one person that wasn't lying on the ground.

In front of my was Bruce looking concerned. He wasn't begging or slowly dying, I pushed my water powers toward him and found that he had a true beat.

Shaking, I jumped Bruce and felt his arms wrap around me reassuringly as I buried my head in his neck.

"It's okay, you're safe, Percy. You're save," Bruce repeated as I curled into his body. While I could still hear the begging, I kept my eyes closed from seeing anything.

"Bruce," I told him, my voice soft and felt almost hoarse from all the crying.

"Yeah?" Bruce questioned as he rubbed my back.

"Never get kidnapped by the Scarecrow when you're sick. It sucks and it's worse," I muttered to him and sneezed as if confirming I was truly sick.

I could feel Bruce wrap his arms slightly tighter around me as he grabbed a small needle from his back pocket.

"This is an antidote, it might take a hour if you're sick to start really working. I'm sorry," Bruce told me.

Shivering at the prospect of a needle and spending another hour in this hallucination, I held out my arm and tried not to flinch as the metal was pushed into my skin and the antidote was injected into my skin.

"Is it just you?" I asked softly as he removed the needle and put a small bandage over it.

"Joker is in the other room with Scarecrow," Bruce hesitantly told me like he was having conflicting emotions.

As Bruce explained that we were going to head out a back door and leave Joker alone, I was slowly falling asleep somehow.

My body was drained and my brain was slowly shutting down now that the actual threat was being taken care of by Joker.

With my brain falling asleep, the sounds of the pleading were also slowly becoming distant.

When I woke up for the first time since the accident, I noted that I was in my room and that the hallucinations weren't there.

Shivering at the reminder of them, I looked around to see what woke me up.

While I could barely move my sick body, I spotted the man wearing his normal purple suit and had his face painted as a clown. "Joker?" I asked while trying to blink some of the drowsiness away from me, it wasn't super effective.

"Hey, Little J," Joker said softly as he kneeled in front of my bed.

"Does Bruce know you're here?" I asked after a yawn took over me.

Joker gave me a small smile and slowly extended his hand to move this hair from my face. "He does indeed."

As he continued to move my hair almost affectionately, I noticed something on the end of his suit by his wrist. "Is that blood?" I asked while sluggishly grabbing his hand to look at it.

After some hesitation from Joker, who slowly removed his hand from my grasp he explained, "It's not mine. Let's just say, Scarecrow will not be bothering you from this day forward."

My sick mind did not connect to what that implication meant, so I just nodded and let out another yawn.

"Sleep, Little J. We shall see each other when you're better."

Blinking Owlishly, I nodded and turned on my side and quickly fell back asleep.

I never noticed the look that happened between the Joker and Bruce, a mutual understanding almost.

And as the Joker left via window to met back up with Harley and explain the events that transpired, Bruce sat by my elbow and placed a newly fixed watch on my bedside table.

He turned toward me, and placed a hand on my forehead before a relieved look took over his face.

He slowly stood up and fixed my bed covers before carefully looking around, mostly looking suspiciously at the door. Before bending down and giving me a small kiss on my forehead before moving back to reassure Dick that I was fine.

So, this is honestly almost over. Mostly because I don't quite know what else to write about. I'll probably write maybe one more chapter explaining some of Percy's future before ending it.