The Missing Piece (Batfam x reader)

Chapter 37

Well crap, it's been a hot second. Sorry guys, I've been busy with work and all, but hope you enjoy the chapter

*previously*

I shook my head slightly, leaning into Jason's chest, hoping the voice would just die as I try to block it out. Jason didn't seem to be bothered as he started to stroke my hair.

"It's okay...it'll all be okay..."

___________3rd Person POV______________

   "So what the hell is happening to her now Bruce!?" Jason yelled as he looked back at the, now short haired, twin, lying on the medical bed in the middle of the Batcave platform.

  There was a few wires hooked up around her, to track her heart rate and brain patterns. Along with that was a breathing tube hooked up, just in case, due to her lungs seeming to slow down with her case.

  Bruce looked back towards her as well, and had a Stern look on his face, but his eyes softened at her sleeping, paled gray form. There was pain in his eyes once more, as he was fighting back the urge to cry a little. He was tired of seeing her like this, on her death bed, not knowing if she'll be alright.

  "I don't know Jason..." He said, his voice quiet, yet harsh. He glanced over to the duel haired boy, "Oracle and I are trying to run test to find out,"

  Jason didn't like that answer, but took it as he crossed his arms, walking away and over to the girl. He glanced down, seeing Damian close to her figure.

  He didn't say a word after (Y/N) was brought in, not even a harsh comment to Jason. He stayed by her side, not leaving for anything except medicine or something to help her.

   None of the boys could move him away from her, nor did they want to. They were all planted next to her, watching her vitals and making sure she was okay.

  They were still all in shock at how she looked; chopped hair with little white streaks to paint it, pale grey skin, lips as red as crimson blood, and her eyes both seemed to be green. She looked like him and they hated it. They felt uncomfortable with it. Their sister, looking almost as if she was that killer clown. It didn't suit her at all, and it wasn't her.

  "I just don't understand..." Tim breathed out, looking down at her sleeping figure, "The test at the hospital didn't pick up anything...and as soon as we left, she left, so nobody could've given her it then...

  "It doesn't add up..." He shook his head slightly as he closed his eyes, backing away and looking back at the huge monitor. There wasn't any answers on it to what caused her to be like this, nor was there any background to what this new 'virus' is. The only thing that seemed to appear was her blood cells/atoms of the virus.

  "This isn't like Joker's normal laughing gas poison..." Oracle started, her voice held a bit of fear in it as she took a gulp.

  "This poison acts as a mimicker. It has particles from the Joker that seem to represent or replicate his personality in a sense. His usual laughing gas is a manipulator as well, but not the full ordeal. This one is almost as if he... wanted her to become him, or just like him...the full crazy sense..." She glanced back at the girl, and then forward to the monitor, sweating a little.