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Bruce came to in a hospital room, his sensitive eyes were hit with the blinding whiteness of the room. His head ached, he could barely move. Once he fully got his bearings, he looked around. Everything you would assume a hospital room would have like was here, everything was a pale color. A mixture of whites and blues, so it was very easy to notice the bright red roses that stood next to him on his bedside table. There was a card attached, he couldn't quite read what it said, he could only make out the purple J it seemed to sign off with. He didn't think much of it, his head was still throbbing with pain and being awake hurt too much. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

A few hours later, Bruce came to again. Alfred was there sitting next to him watching the news. He sat up and adjusted himself to see the TV more.

"Master Bruce, you're finally awake. How are you feeling?"

"Hey Alfred, I'm alright. I feel much better than earlier."

"That's good to hear. Put my nerves at ease."

"We're you worried?"

"Of course sir. When I heard what had happened I assumed the worse.. But thankfully, you were brought here by a man named John Doe."

"John Doe?" Bruce asked. He never met anyone by that name.

"Yes, if I'm correct, I believe those flowers are from him." Bruce looked over at the roses once again, he looked at the card and finally made out what the note said,

Get better soon Bruce! -J

"You should thank him Master Bruce."

"Love to, but I don't know who he is."

"Hmm, yes. That would be a problem." Bruce sat there puzzled, he couldn't think who John Doe could be. He really wanted to thank whoever he is. If it wasn't for him, Bruce would probably be dead. He groaned slightly, he could only assume the pain killers wore off. He dealt with this kind of pain before so it wasn't too bad, but everything felt fresh like a hundreds of tiny blades piercing his body all at once. Alfred look at him worried,

"Are you alright, Master Bruce?"

"Yes, just that the pain killers wore off a bit."

"Would you like me to get a nurse?"

"No it's alright. It's not too bad at the moment."

"Perhaps you should stop it now before it gets worse." Alfred insisted. Bruce didn't want to take anything else, this is nothing compared to the other things he's went through. But he didn't feel like arguing, so he agreed.

Hours had past by, at some point Bruce had fallen asleep. It was night and he was alone, visiting hours were over for a while so Alfred was gone. As Bruce laid there, a shadow approached his bed. Bruce felt uneasy so he woke up. Upon waking, Bruce looked over at the door, he saw the silhouette of a woman. Assuming she was a nurse just there to check his vitals he attempted to go back to sleep. The woman walked over to him and checked his IV, she checked a few things then pulled out a syringe and injected the IV with it. At first, Bruce thought it was more pain killers. But then, he started to lose feeling in his body. It started in his arm then it slowly engulfed him. He was paralyzed.

"You have 10 minutes, Mr. Doe." Hearing her voice, Bruce knew exactly who it was. Harley Quinn. Footsteps could be heard walking into the room. They grew closer to his bed. Bruce braced himself for what could happened, he began to panic. He could move or do anything to protect himself. But his thoughts were cut short when the man pulled up a chair next to him and sat down.

"Hello Bruce, how are you feeling?" Bruce couldn't quite recognize who this man was, though his mannerisms where strikingly familiar. There's only one person Bruce knew act like that. Joker.

"Oh that's right, you can't talk. Should have probably thought that through. Anyways doesn't matter. I came to visit you because I was worried about you. When I had found you barely clinging onto life under some wall debris I knew I had to help you. I couldn't just leave you there." Bruce was confused, had Joker really rescued him? This has to be some kind of undermined trick. Joker must want something. Bruce could only glare at him. Again with pure silence, Joker knew what exactly was going through his head.

"I know what you're thinking. Why would I save you? If I'm going to be completely honest, I have no clue. For some reason, I didn't want you to die yet." Both Bruce and Joker sat there, the entire time they avoided eye contact, staring at a wall as Joker continued to speak.

"Well, that's all I came to say. I won't try anything while you're like this, it just wouldn't be fair." Joker stood up, and adjusted his coat.

"See you whenever you get out of here, Bats. I'll be waiting for you." He walked away along with Harley. A few minutes went by and Bruce regained feeling in his body. Bruce thought about what the Joker said, 'I knew I had to help you. I couldn't just leave you there.' He couldn't understand why Joker would save his life. He couldn't shake the feeling that this was deeper than it seemed and that Joker had some kind of plan. The longer Bruce thought about it, the more it made his head hurt. He took a breath and went back to sleep.

He was too tired to care right now.

Sorry if Joker seemed out of character, I wrote him the way I thought he would act if this were to happen. Yes Joker knows who Batman is. :) -Ethan