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Batman’s head was spinning. Why hadn’t this feeling gone away yet? He wasn’t even standing, this- this torment still hadn’t gone away! Batman felt like he was going to cry, and he was starting to feel a bit woozy from this… thing’s intensity. He thought his torment would never end - until, someone broke through the door to his mansion.
“Oh god- why now?…” Batman said to himself, having forgotten he asked Joker to come over to help him deal with this.
Suddenly, Batman got a text from a number he only just realized he didn’t add. A text from Jokers number which said, “I’m here”
Then one right after that said, “where r u? Ur mansion is kind of huge”
Why would joker tell me he’s here if he’s trying to break- and in the middle of his thought he remembered the answer: Batman is the one who invited Joker over.
Honestly, the fact that Batman forgot that he did that so fast scared him a little, but more then that, he was too overwhelmed with restlessness to care right now. Batman texted back, lacking more punctuation than normal, due to him using voice to text to avoid looking at his phone; “in living room on couch”.
Where even was the living room- how is this place so huge- Joker thought, but then he spotted the wall of photos that were in Batman’s living room, and then he heard Batman speak. “Oh thank god you’re here!” Batman said, seemingly hugely relieved.
Batman looked exausted. Seeing the state Batman was in right now, it broke Jokers heart into pieces.
“So, how are you feeling Batman?” Joker asked, nervous because of why the greenette was here, and also, because this time, he was fully alone with Batman.
“My heads really fucking with me right now. I feel dizzy as fuck, especially when I move my head or stand, and my gut really isn’t agreeing with me right now…”
So I was right. Joker thought to himself. He hasn’t mentioned light sensitivity though… and he still hasn’t laid down, and he seemed confused about what he’s dealing with when he called me… Maybe the lights could be bothering him without him knowing!
“Would you like me to turn out the lights? If you’re having what I think you’re having, it might help!” Joker asked, setting his things down on the chair near by where Batman was sitting.
“If you think it will help then sure.” Batman answered, looking somewhat confused.
As soon as the lights turned off that wave of pure bliss washed over the dark night once again, and Batman breathed a noticeable sigh of relief. Why did that help anything?? Batman thought, as the relief faded into the background all too quickly.
“I realize this may sound a bit odd," Joker questioned, "but have you tried laying down? I think it will help.”
Although somewhat confused as to why he should try that, Batman did anyway, and holy fuck it felt like sin with how much it helped. It was as if a nice warm blanket was placed over him to help him feel cozy in this rainstorm... wait it wasn't raining- so why could Batman hear the soothing sounds of rain coming somewhere out of his sight? Batman slowly looked around and saw that Joker had put 10 hours of rain sounds on the greenettes phone on full blast! how the hell did he even think of that?! And why did the rain make his head feel fucking incredible?! Batman couldnt see how and why the things Joker was doing, and having Batman do turned out to be so exquisite, but regardless, Batman felt at peace.
ffffuck thats so much better ooh god~! Batman sighed mentally. Now the only thing that was bothering him was a lingering discomfort in his-
Joker placed an ice pack onto batmans forehead, Batman gasping at the sudden change in temperature, drowning out that unpleasant feeling and closing his eyes to bask in the cool that muffled the nuicence plauging his mind.
"Where do you keep your tylonol?" Joker asked, getting slightly nervous over the now growing discomfort in his lungs.
Batman, visibly struggling to think, "It's, uh... in the bathroom closet, I think..."
Joker was on the edge of tears. He had been looking for nearly an hour and had looked in all of the bathrooms. "Damn it!" Joker cried, "Ive looked in every bathroom I could find! how could I not-"
Suddenly Joker felt a tickle in his throat, His lungs on fire. "have found..." A cold sweat brushed his forehead in horrified realization, "...Oh no."
It started slow. He coughed once, then twice, then twice again, the coughing getting more painful each time it happened. Soon, Joker couldnt hold it back anymore. Tears falling down his face, occasionally dry heaving due to how hard he was coughing. Joker wondered how he hadn't coughed up any flowers yet today with how long he'd been coughing. Joker wondered if this was the end for him, and he was terrified. Terrified of his secret being found out, terrified Batman would leave him again if he knew, terrified of the fact that he was going to die, and most of all, terrified that unless he surgically removed his memories of Batman, there was nothing he could do.
What once felt like all encompasing perfection has become background noise to the now noticable discomfort that had since returned. Batman had tried to turn off the rain sounds, but as soon as he paused it his mind felt like it was on fire. "Damn it..." Batman grumbled, annoyed that this hadn't ended yet.
It felt like it had been hours, but really it was only just about an hour that Batman was alone for so far. Not that Batman could tell, with how his head was feeling. Every minute was agonizing. He hoped that Joker would get back with the tylonol soon-
Oh. oh no.
There isn't any. Batman realized in sheer horror, "Oh God, there isn't any!"
Batman scrambled to call Joker and inform him of the lack of tylonol, and grabbed the nearest phone he could find. Wait, Batman thought, ..that isn't my wallpaper... Staring at the screen, desperately trying to ignore the pain it was causing him, He typed in his password, and waited for his phone to finish booting.
Access denied. Please enter correct password.
Wait... What? That was the right password right? Batman inputted his password again, more carefully this time but still, he got the same result. It was only then he realized that the phone in his hand, was not his.
Annoyed, and a little embarrased, Batman put Joker's phone down, and braced himself for the pain that was getting off of the couch he was laying on, and literally dragging himself to the bathroom that Batman figured Joker was looking in.