Justice League: Batman's Missing

Stable But Not Awake

Harley gazed out of the window, captivated by the twinkling stars. Her thoughts raced back to the treacherous factory in Gateway City just a week ago. Her palms began to sweat, and her breathing became shallow as she recalled the scene of Shadow Fox relentlessly charging at the Joker on her motorcycle, with the entire League trailing behind. 

Harley's attention was diverted to the life-saving antidote syringe. She couldn't help but glance at Batman, who was writhing in pain. Her heart ached at the sight of the caped crusader in such agony. But in a swift move, Harley grabbed the syringe, stashed it in her pocket, and worked to unlock Batman from the table. 

As she freed him from the shackles, Batman let out a guttural scream as the sharp teeth of the straps tore through his skin and suit. Harley winced but didn't let that deter her. She lifted the brave hero onto her shoulders and dashed the hallway to safety away from the chaos of the fight.

In a sudden move, Cyborg blocks Harley's path and commands her to stop. The heavy weight of Batman leaning against her makes her pant heavily. "You have to call the police," She gasps at Cyborg, desperation evident in her voice. But Cyborg glares at her, suspicious. "What do you plan to do with Batman?" He growls. Harley grunts as Batman groans in pain. "I'm getting him to safety! Please call the police!" She pleads with all her might. Cyborg realizes the sincerity in her voice and quickly leaves the factory to get the police, leaving Harley alone with Batman, her heart pounding in her chest.

As Harley rushes Batman through the dark, dingy hallway, she notices that he is quickly losing consciousness. "Don't give up on me now, Bruce!" Harley pleads desperately. With a grunt, Batman struggles to keep his eyes open and looks up to see Harley's worried face. "Harley, why are you helping me?" He manages to ask. Without hesitation, Harley gently lays Batman down and cradles his head on her lap. She runs her thumb over his face, whispering, "I made a promise to your daughter, Hazelle, to stop Joker and save you. And that's exactly what I intend to do."

With a determined expression on her face, Harley reached into her pocket and pulled out the syringe filled with the antidote. "I have the cure," She announced, staring at the convulsing figure of Batman lying on the ground. With utmost care and gentleness, she tilted Bruce's face up and injected the needle into his neck. Slowly but surely, the convulsions began to subside, and Batman blinked at her with an expression of gratitude and relief. "Harley," He muttered weakly before falling into a deep slumber. As Harley's eyes welled up with tears, she whispered his name, "Batman? Batman!" Just then, Shadow Fox's voice echoed down the hallway, "Harley?"

Harley's eyes filled with tears as she watched the memory play out before her. She had just saved the life of her friend's father, who now lay unconscious in the medical bay. Despite being heavily bandaged and hooked up to an oxygen mask, he seemed to be stable, but the sight still broke Harley's heart. She turned to the window, lost in thought, and caught a glimpse of Hazelle's reflection. The girl was still in her Shadow Fox suit, but her mask was off, and her face was etched with concern. "Harley?" She whispered. Harley turned around, her arms wrapped tightly around her body, "Hey, Hazelle. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your father?" Hazelle shook her head. "J'onn, the Martian Manhunter, wanted me to take a walk and get some fresh air," She answered.

Harley couldn't help but feel a pang of worry. Hazelle's father was still in critical condition, and yet here she was, wandering around the base. Harley knew that Hazelle was tough, but she didn't want to see her friend get hurt. She looked back at the medical bay, where her friend's father lay motionless. Despite their desperate pleas, J'onn stood firm and refused to let the Wayne children see Bruce until he was stable. The tension in the air was palpable as they anxiously waited for any news on his condition. Harley hears the machines beeped and whirred, monitoring his vital signs. Harley took a deep breath and turned back to Hazelle. "Are you okay?" She asked. Hazelle nodded, but her eyes betrayed her. She was scared, just like Harley. 

Harley Quinn's heart was pounding as she swiftly grabbed Hazelle's hand and led her down the dimly-lit corridor of the Justice League's headquarters. Her mind raced with a flurry of questions, each one more terrifying than the last. Would Batman wake up? Was J'onn able to revive him again? As they finally entered the meeting room, the tension was so thick that it was almost palpable.

The Justice League and the Titans sat in tense silence, their faces etched with concern. Robin, the Boy Wonder, stood up from his seat and made his way towards Hazelle, "Hey, sis." Hazelle hugged him tightly, her heart pounding with worry. Harley sat next to Wonder Woman, her eyes flickering with nervousness. She couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in the pit of her stomach.

Suddenly, the doors of the meeting room slid open, and everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the imposing figure of J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter. The room fell silent, and the atmosphere was electric. Hazelle and Dick faced the Martian Manhunter, their expressions blank, but their eyes revealed their concern.

J'onn took a deep breath and spoke, "His vitals are strong," He said, "but I cannot determine when Batman will wake." Superman nodded gravely, "We can only hope he will wake up." Wonder Woman added, "But he is stable, right?" The tension in the room was almost unbearable, and everyone held their breath waiting for J'onn's response.

J'onn nodded slowly, "Yes, he is stable now." Hazelle felt Dick's grip tighten on her hand. "Thanks for telling us," Dick said. J'onn's eyes locked onto the two vigilantes, "You two can go see him, but like I said, I don't know when he will wake." Hazelle and Dick nodded, and with heavy hearts, they left the room, their thoughts consumed with worry for the Dark Knight. 

As Dick opens the door to the medical bay, he gestures for Hazelle to enter first. She walks into the room and takes a deep breath as she takes in the sight of Bruce lying on the bed, connected to wires and an oxygen mask. His bandages had been removed and fresh ones replaced the bloody ones. The room is filled with the sound of the machines monitoring his vital signs, which beep in a steady rhythm. 

Dick joins her side and they both approach the unconscious Bat slowly. "Hey, B," Dick whispers as he grabs two chairs and sets them beside the bed. Hazelle sits on the left side of the bed as Dick sits on the other side. With careful movements, the sister and brother take Bruce's hands, giving him any comfort they can.

As they sit there, they can see the injuries that Bruce has endured. His face is bruised and cut, and his body is covered in bandages. Despite this, they can see that he is breathing steadily, and the machines attached to him are showing that his vital signs are stable.

"Please wake up soon, Daddy," Hazelle whispers, her voice filled with emotion. She squeezes his hand gently, hoping that he can feel her presence and know that she is there for him. Dick does the same, and they both sit there in silence, waiting for any sign of improvement in Bruce's condition.

The Justice League enters the room with caution. They find the two Wayne children, Hazelle and Dick, holding Batman's hands as he sleeps. Clark bows his head, listening intently to Bruce's heartbeat. It is steady, as the machine shows. However, he notices that the heartbeats of the children are racing with anxiety and fear. He can feel their hearts breaking and their emotions are palpable. 

As Harley enters the room, she stands next to Clark, her eyes glistening with worry for her friend Hazelle and the Dark Knight. Clark observes her and notices that she looks tired, as if she hasn't slept in days. He wonders how long she has been worried over Bruce's condition.

The room is dimly lit, with only a few lamps illuminating the space. The atmosphere feels heavy with the weight of concern and uncertainty. The fear etched on the children's faces is heartbreaking, and it's evident that they are struggling to cope with the situation. The silence is deafening, and everyone knows that something significant is about to happen, but no one knows what that might be.