One Bad Day

Patient

Joker's POV

"Master Joker sir, do you need me to deaden the wound?" Bats butler Alfred asks me kindly. I almost don't even hear him because I'm so distracted by the door to the room with my wife and unborn child in it.

"Kill the son of a bitch!"

"No! Hes trying to help us."

"He can't help us. Nothing can help us."

"Sir?" Alfred says looking at me.

I just shake my head no with my eyes still locked on the door. I  didn't like not knowing what was going on. I didn't like how helpless I felt. I'm a man of control, not patience.

"That's right, and you're giving your control to Batman and his butler."

"They're not so bad."

"They're going to let your wife and child die. Two less threats for the Bat to worry about, right?"

"Could you remove your shirt sir?" Alfred breaks my thoughts.

I blink a few times and unbutton it and shuck it off my shoulders. Alfred seems to look over my tattoos. I glance down at my bloody arm as Alfred slides on the special made protective gloves.

"You have a lot tattoos," he comments. I know he's just trying to distract me.

"Yeah," I sigh.

He picks up a large pair of hemostats. "Are you sure you wouldn't like some Lidocaine sir? I can see from the multitude of scars you have that you've had your fair share of this sort of thing, but really, there's no need to be brave sir."

"No. It doesn't work on me. My blood, it weakens or completely obliterates anything that it mixes with. It takes insane amounts, more than you would probably have on hand," I softly explain.

"What do you do to prevent infection? I mean if your blood dilutes things?" He curiously asks.

"Infections can't withstand my blood either."

"Stop telling him things. He will use them against you."

"Intriguing. What about pain? Can you take anything for pain?" Alfred asks me.

"Heroin usually." I can see his brows furrow a bit at my answer. "But I'm not a junkie if thats what you're thinking. I don't have a habit or anything. I just use it every now and then."

"Oh no sir. A man such as yourself wouldn't be able to do the things you do with a drug dependency. I was merely wondering what I could do for your pain. I'm afraid we have no heroin on hand though."

I lightly snort. "Its ok. I also have an enormous tolerance to pain. It doesn't hurt. Go ahead."

He digs into my arm with the hemostats as I watch. Streams of blood run down my arm. He pulls out a bullet and drops it in a pan. He flushes out the wound and starts to bandage me up. My eyes go back to the door where Harley is. I wanted to be in that room. If one or both die j, I want to be there. I missed my sons few minutes of life, I didn't want to miss this childs. And I didn't want Harley to die alone.

"Sir, I'm sure she will be fine, shes quite strong," Alfred tries to falsely assure me. "How about I go check on things for you?"

"Why do you get to go in and I can't?" I almost growl.

"Because he doesn't want you to know what they're in there doing to your wife. They're in there killing her."

"Because sir, I can stay out of the way and keep my wits about me. I know how much you wish to be in there, but I'm sure its pretty messy in there right now and that could make the situation look worse than it really is."