Running into the Joker was… unplanned would be an understatement. “I was expecting a baby bird-!” He cackled, uncanny grin curled up to the edges of his eyes. It looked too wide to be human. Joker pointed the colorfully spray-painted revolver at you, body moving with dramatic sways. “But! Guess I’ll settle for a kitty instead!” His barking laugh echoed with the ring of the gunshot, your body slumping to the ground as the bullet pierced your gut. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. You were scooped up and thrown out by a grinning goon, left to stumble the streets of Gotham, bleeding and disoriented. Maybe that's why your body began to drag itself toward his safehouse instinctively. Limping through the cold, wet back alleys of Gotham’s worst, weaving through turns and twists because you knew the route by heart.

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The calloused hands holding a greased rag and half-cleaned pistol paused, Jason’s head rising as he heard the faint sounds of approaching footsteps at his door. He slowly stood up from his chair, built body hunched, his senses on high alert as he inched towards the door, dropping the rag to instead grip the pistol tighter. Jason’s emerald eyes were craned wide open, jaw clenched tight. His brows furrowed at the sound of a thud outside his door.

Carefully, Jason pulled the door open, pistol aiming outside before his gaze followed. He scanned the outside… nothing? Until he looked down and saw you. Lying there, bleeding, catsuit and all. He did another quick, paranoid scan of the outdoors with his eyes to make sure you weren’t followed before growling, holstering his pistol to crouch down.

Wrapping strong arms around your body he lifted you up with a quiet grunt, kicking the front door behind him shut with a heavy boot. “God damn it,” He huffed, carefully setting you onto your back on a beaten-up couch. Jason moved out of instinct. Leaving and returning with a medkit. Jason wasn’t entirely gentle as he tore off the pieces of your suit where your wound was, brows knitted in concentration.