Two Threads of the Same Stitch

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⚠️Sensitive Subjects Warning⚠️

Batman POV
I finish my recon, and frown. It turns out Cobblepot and Bane aren't the only ones who escaped the asylum, Harley did to, and they're up to something, something big, I just don't know what it is...yet. I sigh and start to heading towards the batcave when I see a notification pop up on my systems.

Messages
Baby ❤️
Hey! Um...im sorry for everything I've put you through over the years even the past few weeks...look, I know I'm not perfect and I know I'm a fuck up, but I love you. I just wanted tosay I'll miss you but you're better off without me. Goodbye Bruce ❤️

I read the message feeling my blood run cold and my eyes well up like a faucet. I immediately turn and make my way to the Manor.

*30 Minutes Later*

I run through the door and begin searching the whole house looking for Jack. When I look outside in the gardens I see Alfred, and I ask him if he had seen Jack anywhere, I can tell he notices the franticness in my voice. "Master Bruce is everything alright?" Alfred asks concerned. I shake my head yes and try to calm down, asking Alfred again where Jack is. "Well he came to the gardens earlier to ask where I put his shoes, I told him where to go and I continued to look at the stars. Is anything the matter Master Bruce?" He ask quizzically. I nod, "No Alfred nothing's the matter, I was just wondering. Thanks for the info." I say making a speedy exit before Alfred can pester me anymore.

I head to the washroom and see nothing but his suit and shoes so I quickly turn around and leave. I begin to head upstairs towards our room to see if Jack is there. When I reach the top of the stairs I notice that the bathroom door is closed, I walk up to it and try the handle. Locked. I give a little knock, praying for an answer, "Jack, baby, are you in there? Are you ok?" I ask trying not to let my worry show through my voice. No answer. "Baby...?" No answer. I feel anxiety and panic corse through my body, I remove my mask and press a few buttons on my gloves and place my hands on the door. The suction in my gloves activates and I pull. Within seconds the door fly's off the henges and into a distant wall. I walk in and what I see makes my whole body freeze in place.

Jack. Laying there. His body unconscious. Blood gushing from his arms in a sea of red. I look around and that's when I notice the semi-bloodied razor blade laying on the cold bathroom floor. I look back at Jack, still unresponsive, and fall to the ground tears flooding my eyes. I'd seen so much in my life, murder, explosions, kidnappings, rape, hell I'd even seen my parents die in front of me, but never had I seen this. Especially it being Jack. I lay there and just cry. I can't lose anyone again, not him, not after....I can't, please Jack. "Stop crying bats.....it's...not as bad....as it looks." Jack says lifting his hand to touch my hair, his voice faint and shaky. I look up, my tears stopping as I meet his eyes. He looks like he's been crying more than me, he looks so tired. I reach up and touch his hand and the tears return, "I thought...I....thought you were..." I can't finish my sentence, the sheer shock makes me unable to communicate and all I can do is stare. "Oh bats....you shouldn't get....worked up....over me....it's only a scratch." Jack says with a faint giggle and smile. I then feel his body go limp again, and his arm falls from my hair.

"Jack!? Jack!!!" I scream trying to shake him back awake, I check his pulse. It's very faint and beginning to fade. I pick him up and run as fast as I can to the batcave, "Baby stay with me please! Don't leave me ok?!" I say frantically. I make it to the table and begin to treat his wounds and check his blood pressure. I wipe the blood from his arms and begin to stitch the deeper ones. I'm working so fast that I don't even notice the tears on my face anymore. Once his arms are clean and stitched up I check his pulse again. I can still barely feel it, I attach the heart rate monitor to him and attach an IV to retaliate against the blood and nutrients he's lost. Once that's done I just sit and wait, the rest is up to Jack and his body's will to fight, he's got to decide weather to live or die.

"Baby if you can hear me, please don't leave me here alone, I lost my parents and I don't wanna lose you. You're all I have, your my everything and I love you. Please don't go, I'm supposed to marry you, were supposed to grow old together, have kids, well only if you want, but I'd love to have a child with you. We can adopt! Or get a surrogate! Or anything I don't care. Baby please wake up I'm nothing without you here." I plead and beg, but once I finish nothing but silence fills the room, except for the beeping of the heart rate monitor. And then.

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep"

The monitor flatlines.

"No! Nononononono!!! Baby listen to me! Wake up!" The tears come faster and harder this time, threatening to block my vision. I check his pulse and I can't feel anything. I race my mind trying to figure out ever and anyway to bring him back. Then I remember. When Alfred flatlined....when I thought he died..I used my shock gloves to bring him back. I open up my gloves and set the charge. I set them on Jacks chest. I shock him over and over, the electricity runs through his body starting his heart again. The monitor starts to beep again, and I feel the tension fall from my body, he's alive, he's ok. I remove my gloves and the rest of my suit and put on something more comfy.

It's been 20 minutes and Jack still hasn't woken up, but he's stable. I remove the IV and pick him up, bringing the heart rate monitor with me into our bedroom.
I place him on the bed, and pull the covers to his chest. I place a kiss on his forehead and climb in next to him wrapping my arms around his waist and placing my face in his chest. "Wake up baby. Please." I say softly, and pray that when I wake up, I can wake up to his beautiful green eyes.