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Nobody knows why the Joker keeps on calling you Sally and you answer to it. Are you two in a weird mood again? Playing games? Messing around? Better not to ask any questions if one wants to stay alive.
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Frost has the flu. It started three days ago and got worse today so you ordered him to stay in bed. He had a bunch of things assigned from his boss but you convinced your boyfriend to give him a break. You really don't want to talk about what it took to get J's approval, but it involves a very wild previous night, the sofa in the living room and the couch on the balcony, handcuffs, two lingerie outfits and ice cream.
Needless to say the Joker is not happy you are so doting with Jonny.
"Are you dying Frost?" he growls from the armchair, watching you touch your best friend's forehead and cheeks to assess his fever.
"No, sir," he turns his head towards a displeased Prince of Crime.
"Would you like to?" the question comes and you sigh, regretting taking J with you into Jonny's quarters. Not that you could have said no since he followed you closely.
"No, Mister J," Frost replies, pulling away from you because he realizes he's walking on thin ice without even doing anything.
"Then stop touching my woman!" J barks, pointing his finger towards you two.
"Baby, I'm touching him, OK?" you state your evident action, not looking his way because it makes it worse; you don't want to encourage this behavior.
"Tech-ni-ca-li-ties," the Joker grumbles, his blue eyes burning.
"Take this, it's for body ache," you hand over 3 Ibuprofen capsules to Frost with a glass of water, hoping J will calm down. You feel the intensity of his gaze even if your back is turned. The gun clicks and you decide to finally glare at your boyfriend.
"Would you like another body ache, Frost? A more... permanent one?" the words echo in the bedroom, louder and louder since he's annoyed and his wrecked temper is starting to show more and more.
"Stop it, baby!" you frown, stepping in front of the gun. "He's sick and I'm merely taking care of him."
J inhales, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, deliberating on his next step and lowers his pistol, placing it back in the holster.
Frost wants to reply but instead you talk again:
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how pissed are you J?"
You always use the scale to have an idea about how mad the Joker is.
"About a 5," he sniffles, scratching his arm.
"We're doing good then!" you cheerfully conclude and go over to kiss your boyfriend as a reward he's only a 5 even if it seemed it was much worse. J purrs and squeezes you tight in his arms, glad his possessiveness and jealousy dictate the mood around there.
