Joker One Shots

Devils pull 2

The thug driving the car had slammed the brakes when the trigger was pulled. His heart dropped as he watched everything unfold through the rear view mirror. 

But he was surprised to find there was no blood, no wound. 

J stared blankly ahead of him, removing the cold barrel of the gun from his mouth. There were no bullets. 

He felt his heart race as his other hand rested firmly on the wound his lover had obtained from the scene. He ground his teeth and let out a growl as he tossed the gun in the seat behind him, holding onto his lover tightly once again. He looked up furiously at the driver through the rear view mirror.

"DRIVE!" He spat, coldly.

With a nod, the goon wasted no time putting the pedal to the metal as he sped through the dark streets. They reached the hospital a short time later, and they knew where they had to go. J had a couple of doctors working for him covertly, and using the hospitals more sanitary equipment would prove far more useful than having to build his own medical facilities. Besides, J couldn't keep the doctor's there.

Once the car was parked right in front of an emergency exit at the back of the hospital, he gathered her in his arms again and hopped out of the vehicle. He went past the back door and to the floor where the nurses and physicians were rushing all over. Everyone stopped what they were doing and J demanded a bed. 

One of the nurses, a short brunette, ran right to J and instructed him to follow her. She took them to an empty room and he laid her on the bed, still bleeding, while the nurse began hooking her up to the machines, giving her an IV, and calling for backup.

She looked up at the clown, although scared, but she was used to working under pressure. She grabbed onto his arm and began to pull him out.

"I'm sorry, sir, you can't stay in here. It will compromise her own health, we need a sterile work space and we can't do that with outsiders," she explained as he growled at her. But he knew he couldn't fight her on this. He was tired and he wanted the best for his lover. He allowed the nurse to navigate him out the door and she gave him a sweet smile.

"Thank you." She said before closing the doors. J watched as doctors and nurses flooded the room in full-garb. He couldn't stop watching. Ignoring his own wounds, he found a chair and sat, his eyes still glued to the happenings of the room. All throughout the turmoil, his stoic face was enamored by her calm one.

She was dying, it seemed like, but she seemed at peace. 

He missed her already. This isn't what he had envisioned for her. He could only blame himself.

It had been 3 hours since they had gotten to the hospital, and J still sat and watched. Despite his reputation and the fear the staff felt, they had offered him countless amenities, including a blanket, a physical evaluation, and coffee. He had declined them all.

It fascinated everyone to think that one of Gotham's most dangerous perpetrators had a soft spot, and it currently lay in a hospital bed.

He turned wearily to a nurse coming out, getting her attention.

The nurse smiled. "She's going to be fine, her wound was deep but the stitches should get that taken care of. We also requested a blood transfusion, she lost a lot and her infection was severe."

J nodded and turned away. 

He couldn't help but feel responsible for this. He was the one who was supposed to be laying in that hospital bed, not her.

******

Three days later, J was allowed to take her home. He had been laying low away from the hospital.

Away from her.

Maybe, he thought, it would help him get over her. A little distance between the two and he wouldn't feel for her as much as he did. And maybe she'd wake up with amnesia, and her chapter in their story would be rewritten differently, in that it never would.

But no such luck.

He couldn't stay away.

He brought her home and things were as they were before. He sat back on the sofa next to her as the goons brought in a bag full of her clothes.

She put her head in the crook of his neck as he stroked her hair.

This wasn't entirely uncommon, but she was the type to straddle his lap and not cuddle.

She was the alluring charmer who'd seduce him. She'd bring him to his knees, so to speak, with all the ways she teased him. But now, it wasn't so.

"I died for a little." She said in a low voice.

J took in her words.

"So did I." He replied. She looked up at him.

"I saw the devil. He spoke to me." She said.

He was quiet.

"He looked like you. Just like you," her voice drifted. J felt his heart throb at her words. He was the devil.

"You took me by the hand and you pulled me into this dark abyss." She continued.

J swallowed.

While she may have seen a dream, he really was picturing himself. He knew as evil and mad as he was, that he was a horrible influence and had ultimately led to her almost dying. He was heartless and brutal, but the carnage spilling through his mind had become second nature, he had no control. 

J didn't love, he didn't love her. But he knew he felt something pretty damn close to it.

"Boss." His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the commotion of his men walking to him. "We were able to obtain some key evidence from the cops' set-up at the club." Frost, his most trusted henchman spoke as he sat across from J and his love.

"Well?" Joker huffed impatiently.

"It ain't an organization we've heard of before." Frost said, looking ominously at his boss. J cocked his head to the side, trying to read his subordinate's expression.

"A new ringleader?" Joker grinned. 

"Seems like it, but he's good. Too good. And it seems like he's out for blood. Your blood." Frost explained.

Joker chuckled darkly, sitting up slowly. 
"Who isn't?"

J watched as his lover shifted uncomfortably next to him. He knew it was making her uncomfortable. Admittedly, her words hit him like a train but for now, he couldn't delve into her personification of him as the devil pulling her into hell. 

He watched her rise and limp to the kitchen, his heart growing heavy at the sight of her. He actually had a reason for a hunt now.

"What are we doing?" Frost asked his boss.

J nodded absently. "Round up the guys. This is gonna be a whole lotta fun."