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One Step At A Time
Alfred rushed back inside the room the moment he heard Bruce scream in agony pain and figured that Jonathan was doing something to harm him. But what he saw was neither of the conclusions he had come up with that was rushing through his mind. Instead, he let his eyes put to rest his horrible thoughts on the ex-doctor.
There on the bed was Jonathan as he kept Bruce from moving around to try and keep the shot from going into his system. Luckily Jonathan placed enough force on his back to keep him still until he could take it out and place back his boxers that were slightly lowered. Alfred saw that his hand lingered there for a moment and then Jonathan's body crumbled on to the side of Bruce.
Alfred went over to check on Jonathan and brought his body back to the other side of the bed to get a better look at him. He placed his hand onto his mortal wound shot and saw that his bandages were red. Alfred began to remove his bandages and got to work on closing back his wound making sure not to harm the man that could have possible saved Bruce's life right now.
"Ahh!" screamed Jonathan when he felt that Alfred was being a bit too harsh to his wound. But, he soon calmed back down and his heaving breathing slowed down as well. Alfred placed new bandaged around his abdomen after cleaning it up and let the man fall back to relax.
He then walked over to the face down body of Bruce and touched his forehead to check on his fever. To his surprise the fever has gone dramatically down since the last time he has touched it. He took a quick glance at his back wound and saw that he didn't need any attention like Jonathan did. He stood back up from his kneeling position and placed the medical kit on top of the nightstand, taking Jonathan's glasses off his face to place them there as well.
"I should let you gentlemen rest now. My gratitude to you Dr. Crane." He exited the room and left the man that goes by the name Scarecrow and the man who is known as the Batman to rest in the same bed.
Jervis threw his heat in the nearest table and took off his coat, settling on the coat rack. Frustration could be shown on the man's face as he paced around in the room with his hand under his chin in a thinking position.
"Damn, damn, damn, damn!"
A man entered his room without knocking. "Sir."
Jervis stopped pacing and gave him a glare. "What!"
"You have a phone call." He held out the phone for Jervis to take.
"A phone call? A phone call. A phone call!" he calmed himself back down. "Alright." He reached out and took the phone in his hand. "Now get out!" the henchman quickly exited his room.
Jervis placed the phone by his ear. "What?"
"My, my, I'm guessing that your little night out didn't go as planned."
Jervis soon began to smile at the smooth voice he heard. "No, but I did learn that my March Hare is being housed by a Dormouse."
"Hmm? You don't say. Then I would say that you didn't kill poor Jonathan Crane, did you? I also suspect that this "Dormouse" as you call his savior is somehow in cahoots with him, either that or someone he met during his time in Gotham."
Jervis walked over to his chair and crossed one leg over the other. "Don't go all high and mighty with me, he was shot of that I assure you, but alas, he lived on. Holding on to a pathetic dread of life he still had, long enough for his knight in shining armor to be able to save him, quite pathetic if you ask me."
"Of course. But tell me about this "Dormouse" he sounds like an interesting character."
"Not much to say, he was covered by the veil of the dark knight, sadly. But he did have a very deep voice, hm, he could scare little children with it."
"Interesting. A man who hides himself in the shadow of the night, that rings a bell to me."
Jervis chuckled. "Y-you don't think it was-"
"The Bat? No, I don't think-I know."
"Oh please, I've been here in Gotham for more than a week now and I haven't seen a big, bad, Bat. He rather is a myth made up by the idiots here in Gotham."
"Ha, and what does that make you, Mister Mad Hatter."
"Heh, I watch it if I were you, who knows what could be lurking during your working hours. I-"
"Please, do you take me for an idiot? I already know that you have three pathetic mind controlled fools walking around my building. Sometimes I wonder if you forget who you're even talking to, Jervis."
"Maybe, but there must be another reason for you to call me at such ungodly hours."
"You're right, there is another reason why I chosen to call at such hours. You see, my contact that I know told me that Quincy Sharp is "desperately" looking for dear ol' Jonathan Crane. And apparently there's a nice cell ready with his name on it."
"Really? Now, that sounds more interesting, and excruciating than what I had in store for my old pal. I rather he rots like the… animal he is anyway. But, are you certain you can trust you're contact?"
"Oh, definitely. Heh, I mean, he does work as one of the neurologist in Arkham. Well, I should hang up now, oh, and remember, be on the lookout for the big, black, Bat."
The call soon disconnected and Jervis pressed the button to disconnect as well. He placed the phone on the side table and let his smile widen at the new information he just learned from his friend. "So, if Sharpy wants him then Sharpy will get him. All I have to do now is just sit back and wait till dear Jonathan comes out to play and then-well- we'll see."
Chuckling, he stood up and walked into his kitchen, singing a tune as he began to make himself some tea.
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you're at!
Two Days Later.
Alfred walked into Bruce's bedroom with new bandages to change Jonathan Crane and noticed how close Jonathan's body seemed to get closer to Bruce's as he laid face first to the mattress.
"I swear, you let your body have so much movement that, that should be nearly impossible in your state of condition." Alfred brought Jonathan's body over to the other side of the vacant mattress and began to remove his old bandages, being careful all the while as if not wanting to wake up the calm, sleeping man. Once he accomplished in removing his bandages he began to clean it and soon wrapped new bandages around his midsection.
"There, that should do it." Alfred looked over to Bruce and walked to his side of the bed. "Well, you don't seem to be running anymore type of fever since Dr. Crane was kind enough to help wash out whatever you had in your system. But I do still need to change your bandages as well. Might as well do it now."
Alfred took the old bandages that were stained with some mild red and removed them, repeating the process he just did with Jonathan. He then stood up and took the old bandages and exited the room.
Once the door closed, Bruce's body began to stir and he began to groan. He hugged the pillow closer to his body and then let his eyes slowly flutter open. He saw that he was in his room and that he must still be alive. He then looked to the other side of the bed and noticed that he had an extra guest accompanying him on said bed.
His eyes slightly widen but then he winced at the pain he felt on his back and he noticed that he also felt a slight pain on his ass. He chose to ignore both and ask questions later, especially the one on his ass. Bruce looked over to his new bedmate and saw how normal Jonathan can look when he's not having one of his episodes. Bruce slightly smiled and went back to hugging his pillow and let himself be swept away by his dreams.
Jonathan's body let out a heavy sigh and let his hand search around for any kind of warmth he could catch. Without him knowing, his hand landed on the same pillow Bruce was hugging and began to pull it towards himself. Taking Bruce along the way until he had the pillow hugged to his chest with one hand while Bruce was half-way on Jonathan's body, thanks to the pillow he was still tightly holding onto.
A/N:
1 . Jervis has a special friend! But… he won't be introduced until later chapters, but if you know who he is then that is awesome of you!
2 . I seriously loved the poem that Jervis sings here! It was made for the Batman!
Hint: He likes to play games.
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