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“If I rip it out, will you love me less?”
“I will love you until there is nothing left of either of us.”
To the Joker, the child is a parasite designed to make him soft, to make him civilized. He spends a frantic, sleepless week trying to poison his own blood supply with cheap toxins, hoping to kill the thing growing behind his navel.
Instead, he only succeeds in rendering himself blind with fever, bleeding from the nose and ears in the dirt of an old subway tunnel. Bruce finds him, of course. Bruce always tracks his Omega.
What follows is a quiet, claustrophobic nightmare of domesticity: Bruce nursing him back from the brink of self-destruction, pressing cold cloths to his burning forehead, and holding the Joker’s hands away from his stomach with a grip that is part iron handcuff, part desperate prayer.