Bruce Wayne was worried. He was so worried that he couldn’t really concentrate on the Opera that he was supposed to be watching, or the two young ladies that were sitting at his side. He was with Heidi and Madison again and they were both having a great time. The Opera was fantastic, and Bruce was one of those rare people that actually enjoyed Opera. Especially when he was in his private box and all eyes were on Gotham’s richest playboy.

But, Bruce Wayne was worried. The Joker had left his penthouse two weeks ago and hadn’t been seen since. Since the Batman couldn’t go out on the street as much as he used to(although he was still welcomed by some people) Bruce had to rely on Lucius Fox to get information for him. There were some very strange things happening on the street right now. The Joker had been seen and not seen. He had been taking over, he had been making alliances and he had done nothing.

Bruce knew, despite the fact that they were lovers, it wasn’t exactly as though the Joker were sane or anything. Bruce knew that he needed to be grateful that no one had been killed yet, that he knew of. He also knew that the Joker would probably find him sooner or later, anyway.

Bruce felt his cell phone buzzing in his pocket and he excused himself to his dates.

He ducked into the hall and answered the phone.

“Bruce Wayne” he answered.

“Brucey” It was the Joker.” I need you!” It was a plea from the heart.

Bruce had been busy in the past two weeks. He had realized that his penthouse wasn’t the best place to have the Joker come and visit. Alfred aside, someone was bound to notice sooner or later. So, under the alias of Lamont Cranston, he purchased a farmhouse outside of town. The nearest neighbors on either side were a mile away, at least. It would be a perfect place for he and the Joker to meet, when they did meet.

“What’s the matter?” he asked the Joker.

“I need you.” The Joker repeated.

Bruce gave him the address of the farmhouse..” Can you get there?”he asked. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt. Will you be there?” asked the Joker.

“I’m leaving right now.” Bruce disconnected the call and went and told his dates that something had come up. He assured them that his limo would be waiting to take them home, and they could have dinner on him at his restaurant.

Bruce left and rented a nondescript car to drive to the farmhouse. He went and unlocked the door and turned on the lights. The Joker was sitting on the couch, pulling at his hair. He had full makeup on, as always, but Bruce could tell that he was in distress.

“Here I am.” Bruce told the Joker.

“Help me!” The Joker moaned.” I need you. Fuck me. Hit me.. Please!”

Bruce sighed. He had thought a lot about this aspect of their relationship as well. What worried him was not that the Joker wanted to be hurt, but that the Joker wanted him to hurt him. That first time, in the interrogation room, the rush had been sexual. He had hated himself for feeling a sexual rush with every encounter with the Joker until the party, when the Joker had told him” It’s not rape if I’m asking for it”. This comment allowed Bruce/Batman to initiate their sexual contact.

Bruce shoved the Joker against the wall, hard. ‘Get your clothes off” he commanded, beginning to carefully remove his expensive, hand sewn tuxedo.

The Joker complied, showing Bruce his body with its various scars. Bruce noticed that his hair was greener than it normally was. The Joker must have dyed his hair in the past two weeks.

When Bruce was completely undressed, he went into the bedroom and got the lube he had put there.

“Spread your legs” he ordered the Joker, who was undressed and waiting for him. He quickly prepared the Joker and entered him.

“Yes?” he growled in the Joker’s ear.

“Yes, “ The Joker signed, and then moaned as Bruce slapped him. “Oh yes,” he moaned, rocking into Bruce’s thrusts.

Bruce realized that everything that had taken place in his life the past two weeks, paled in comparison to what was happening now. How could he enjoy having sex with the Joker so much? How could he enjoy hitting him?

“More, Brucey, more” The Joker moaned, panting beneath him.

“Don’t you ever shut up during sex?” Bruce asked, slapping the Joker hard.

It was exactly what the Joker wanted, because he wailed in esctacy a few seconds later and came all over the wall. Bruce tried to hold back, but found himself convulsing helplessly as well.

They both sank to the floor and Bruce wrapped his arms around the Joker and held him as their breathing subsided.

“What was that?” he finally asked the Joker.

“I get...jumbled. I'm less jumbled after you take me. I wasn't kidding when I said you drive me sane”

“Where have you been for the last two weeks?”

“Trying to create chaos so that you can go back to being Batman full time” the Joker answered. “Not just when they ‘think’ they need you.”

“Why?” asked Bruce.

“Because you need to be Batman, and I need you to be Batman and I am making this city to realize that they need you.” The Joker answered.” What is this place?”

“ I bought it so we could be alone.” Bruce answered, getting up from the floor.

“Come on.” He pulled the Joker up from the floor and led him into the bathroom.

“I want to take a shower.” Bruce told the Joker.” And, I want you to shower with me.” He told him. “Look- I put some makeup in here, but I don’t know exactly what kind you use.” He showed the Joker a drawer with theatrical makeup kits and green hair dye.

He got into the shower and pulled the Joker in after him.

“Do you mind if I wash you?” he asked the Joker.

“No.” The Joker answered, but Bruce noticed that he was shaking.

“Hey.” He kissed him. “ I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

“No, no” said the Joker.” It’s fine. I’m different with you. You took off your mask, kind of. I should too.”

Bruce gently soaped up the Joker, especially his hair and face. When the soap rinsed off, he could see the scars from the Joker's Glasgow Smile clearly. He cupped the Joker's face in his hands and kissed him gently.

“You shouldn't wear makeup all the time.” he told him.

“ Why?” asked the Joker.

“Because you have gorgeous eyes.” Bruce kissed him again and pulled his body against his. They were both slippery with soap, shampoo and conditioner, and their skin slid together deliciously. The kiss deepened as both men became aroused and Bruce reached between the to grasp both his cock and the Jokers and start jerking them off together.

“Oh!” The Joker gasped.” I like that. Keep doing it.”

Bruce complied, reaching for the bottle of conditioner to add some lubrication and continued to masturbate them both.

“Oh, Brucey!” The Joker moaned. Bruce could feel that they both were close, and he leaned in and bit the Joker on his neck. It did the trick, for the Joker moaned and spilled all over his hand. It was the moan that did it, and Bruce found himself coming as well, a couple of minutes after the Joker came.

Bruce rinsed them both off again and turned off the water. He had bought most of the stuff for the house himself, picking moderately priced things. He had gotten them both thick robes and thick towels because he liked them. He dried them both off and put on a robe.

“I'll be in the living room.” He told the Joker. Bruce needed time to think. He couldn't believe that he wanted the Joker as much as he did. Or, that the man occupied as much of his thoughts as much as they did.

When the Joker came out, nearly a half hour later, he was dressed in his clothes and had his makeup back on.

“So, this is our love nest.” He looked around the living room.

“It'll have to be. Some one would notice you coming to my penthouse all the time.” Bruce answered.” There are, of course, a couple of ground rules. You can't use this place for any of your funny business, and neither can I. It is for us to be together and that's it.”

“Understood.” The Joker smiled at him. A genuine smile. “ Don't worry, Brucey. I have some money. Ripping off drug dealers and mob bosses is very lucrative. I have at least two places in the city. Besides, I should be heading back to Arkham fairly soon.”

“Why?” asked Bruce.

“Because I have almost accomplished what I set out to do. Gotham will need you again, Batman. “

Fin