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Hating Is Caring

Mm, I feel so warm. I pulled whatever I had in my hand closer and hugged it more to my body. Very warm. I could simply bask in the warmness of-

"Jonathan, stop hugging me."

Well, that doesn't sound right. It almost sounds like…

I open my eyes and look down at my chest. "Bruce!" I push him away from my body and heard him groan as he rolled over to his back. I moved back and also groaned as I grabbed at my chest. I look around and notice that we're in his bedroom on his bed. This should be considered a crime.

I look over to him and frown. "What were you doing?"

Bruce groaned again as he tightly closed his eyes and I saw that he was in pain, I grabbed at his side and rolled him over again so that he rested on his stomach. "Me, I just woke up when I felt someone was suffocating me. The next thing I knew I was being hugged since you thought that my pillow was so nice and comfortable," said Bruce as he muffled some of his sentences on the pillow.

I guess some of the blame goes to me but in my defense I was unconscious and could have happened to anyone. I closed my eyes and could feel a huge migraine coming and not just that but my hand that was resting from out of sight was beginning to twitch again. I then remembered that I needed my medication but I didn't have any more. Damn! I never wanted anyone to see me so… so pathetic, especially that idiotic Bat slash billionaire playboy. I close my eyes and try with all my power to stop these twitches but it only makes it worse.

I feel something loom over me and then hear the drawer on the side of the bed open as Bruce must be looking for something as he searches. He then pulls away and opens up something that sounds like pills shaking around in its canister. Did he…

"Here, Alfred left a glass of water on the table."

I open my eyes and my assumption is correct. The pill that he is holding in front of my face is the same prescribed medication that Arkham gave me. But how did he get a hold of something that only Arkham is allowed to prescribe? I'll ask him later. I brought my hand up but it shook and I instantly brought it back to my side. Bruce then reached over me again and grabbed the glass of water. He then placed the pill on my lips and at first I didn't open them, not wanting to accept his help, but he kept staring at me that I couldn't stand that uncomfortable gaze, so I just opened my lips and he inserted the pill and I tipped my head back as I swallowed down the water he had offered me. When that was finished with it, he placed the glass on the table and moved to the other side of the bed, leaving a large amount of vacancy in between us. I looked over to him as I turned my head and saw that he was lying on his stomach as he held a pillow to his face, which was also turned to look away from me. It was like none of this ever happened.

I brought my sight away from him and looked at the ceiling. There was a long moment of silence between us until I heard Bruce mumble something. "Excuse me."

"I said, how are you feeling?"

I almost chuckled but held it back. "Physically or mentally?"

Bruce waited a few seconds to respond. "Both."

I sighed and look to the other side away from Bruce. "I'm… not complaining. I've had worst." I tried to put it off as some reassurance but I think it made it worse since I felt the bed shift under me as Bruce must have shifted in some form of discomfort to this new knowledge.

"As in been put through physically worst, or as in mentally worst?"

I moved my head to the side and looked over to Bruce as he was staring back at me. He must have moved his head while shifting. I looked into his eyes and noticed a slight gleam in them. This is probably the first time I ever actually took notice of his eyes, but they weren't actually pretty bad. Better than the eyes I would get while examining patients as theirs would always dilate or have an anxiously wild look to them. I open my mouth and softly whispered: "both."

He then closed his eyes and then opened them again. "I'm sorry."

I turned my attention to the ceiling and acted like that was more interesting than Bruce. "I don't need sympathy, especially from you."

"It's not sympathy, I'm just stating something. Also, how did you figure out how to clean my system of whatever I had?"

"I gave you a shot…"

"Obviously."

"On the dorsogluteal muscle."

"… That's a fancy word for the ass, isn't it?"

"That it is."

Then the room went back to silence probably because Bruce thought this whole situation to be uncomfortable but oddly, I was enjoying every moment of his discomfort, especially if it was me who caused it in the first place. I could be such an unfair bastard.

"Do you know a man named Jervis Tetch?"

"No." I probably said that faster and harsher than I was supposed to.

I could feel Bruce's eyes on me but I didn't dare meet his gaze. "Fine, but that doesn't mean I won't ask you later."

I frowned. "Are you implying that I'm hiding something from you?"

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm just saying that if for some reason you happen to remember something about him then good."

"And if I don't."

"Then you're lying, and I'm going to pry more into your life-"

I turned on my side and began to take my anger out on him. "And what gives you that right! Don't you think you should leave me alone for once?"

Bruce looked at me and brought his hand up to poke me where my wound was. "Look where that got you, Jonathan."

I pushed his hand away and kept my frown directed at his direction but it didn't seem to work as he didn't look away or even try to look away. "I don't think I gave you permission to call me that." I stated firmly.

"You're right but I think we can finally drop the formalities since you are in my bed in my room."

Bastard! Wipe that damn smirk from your face! "Shut up." I then turn on my side and I could actually feel my face heat up, I raise one hand to touch my cheek and I could feel the heat emit from them. "Just to make things clear, I won't thank you for the pills."

"I know, just think of it as my debt paid from the shot you gave me."

Then I remembered. Where did he get the pills? "By the way, where did you get those pills? There only prescribed pills that only Arkham can give."

Bruce looked over to me when I turned on my side to look at him. "I'll tell you if you tell me what you know about Jervis."

"I don't know anything about him. Even if I did I wouldn't tell you anything."

"Not even if he's looking for you and your notes."

My eyes widen and I quickly sit up causing me to wince at the pain on my chest. "Wh-where are my notes?" I felt a rush of panic go through me as I completely forgot about my notes, toxins, and my mask.

Bruce reached out and pushed me back down to the bed to try to keep me down, but I struggled to break free from his hold. "Calm down! Don't worry about your notes. I put them in a safe place. Now stop struggling or you'll open up your wound."

I still kept on struggling but I stopped when I knew that I wasn't going to be able to fight off Bruce since he did have more muscle than my skinnier figure. I calmed down and laid back as I grabbed my wound, lightly placing my palm over it. Bruce placed his palm over mine and I stared up at him. "Wha-"

"Tetch. Tetch did this. Tell me what you know about him, Jonathan."

I looked a bit longer at Bruce's eyes and saw care and concern concealed behind them. But for me, for someone who wanted to kill him, for someone that set him on fire, for someone that use his toxin on him, it doesn't make any sense but at that moment I really wanted to believe in him. I closed my eyes and whispered: "okay."

A/N: Updates will be slight slow due to exams coming up.

Next chapter will involve a bit of background to Jervis.

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