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Being The Joker's doctor is not an easy task, yet Y/N has fulfilled this difficult position for the past three years. With her employer out of commission this Christmas, life will be even more challenging since The Clown is recovering at her residence. The only present she truly needs is for him to disappear but who knows if Santa will grant her wish.
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December 4th
"Does it hurt when I do this?" you gently press your fingers on The Joker's throat.
"No," he mumbles.
"Take your shirt off Mister Joker," Y/N tells the patient while grabbing the stethoscope.
The King of Gotham complies and you urge him to deeply inhale a few times.
"One more time Mister Joker," you carefully listen to his lungs and then signal him it's fine to put back his top.
"What's the verdict, Doctor?"
"I can't find anything worrisome; I'm thinking you might be a little bit under the weather. Nothing good rest and supplements can't fix. Your daughter got over a cold, maybe you're fighting the same bug. Do you still have trouble sleeping?"
"Occasionally," he lies and you give him a sassy glare from under the glasses you elegantly lift on the nose with your pinky. "Spare me," J growls and admits: "Periodically."
"Do you need more medicine?"
"Maybe."
Maybe in The Joker's language is equivalent to definitely thus his physician reckons she's able to decode her fussy patient due to previous endeavors. Since you've been the family doctor for the last 3 years one could say you're accustomed to his shenanigans.
"I have pills in the car; I'll return shortly," you leave him on the sofa in the living room at his residence on Madison Avenue.
In the meantime, your 5 years old daughter Mia is playing with The Clown's six years old offspring Emma: they sort of grew up together because you tend to The King's health on a regular basis. The Joker doesn't allow too many people around his kid thus employing a mother helped ensure a certain degree of normalcy for the Princess.
"I hope Santa brings me a pony for Christmas," Emma braids Mia's hair, adding details to her request: "And a mommy!"
"A pony and a mommy????"
"U-hum," J's little girl snickers. "I want both!"
"Me too," your daughter giggles. "I want a pony and... and a daddy," she pouts at the thought of not having another parent.
"You can ask my dad if he wants to be your dad," the oldest claps with delight at her amazing idea. "I could ask your mom if she wants to be my mommy! She would live here and you don't have to go home, we could play all the time!"
