The Joker was cutting through the woods on his way to the Farmhouse. It was raining and the Joker was soaked. He had taken a cab to about a mile away and was hurrying, trying to get out of the rain. It was then that he heard tires screech and a crash. He could see in the distance, a fancy sports car which had crashed into a tree. Bruce!
When the Joker reached the car, he could see that it was leaking gas, and that it was all twisted. Bruce was still in the car, seat belted in. The Joker wrestled with the twisted metal of the door to get Bruce out. He was able to wedge it open part way and he unbelted Bruce and dragged him out and away from the car. He was barely away from the car when there were some sparks and the car exploded.
The Joker lay Bruce out on the wet ground and covered him with his purple coat. He saw that Bruce was bleeding from a cut on his head. Skills that the Joker had forgotten he had came into play as he gave Bruce simple first aid, calling 911 on Bruce’s cell phone and running to the house to tear up a sheet to bandage his head and cover him from the rain. Once he heard the sirens, he went and hid in the woods and watched as the paramedics found Bruce and treated him. He knew that since he had blown up the hospital in Gotham that they would take Bruce to the hospital in the next town.
He waited until the ambulance had pulled away, sirens screaming, to go and hide in the farmhouse. He didn’t even realize that he was shaking until he got inside.
The Joker discovered that he still had Bruce’s cell phone some hours later, when he got up in search of food. Bruce had stocked many staples, in cans and tins, in the farmhouse. The Joker wanted to call the hospital and find out how Bruce was doing. It wasn’t as if the Joker were in love with Bruce. Their lives were so intertwined that he could not imagine life without Bruce. He needed Bruce to be alive and stay alive. The Joker thought about going back to Gotham and having one of his henchmen find out about Bruce, but he realized that revealing his interest in him would make him vulnerable. He thought about calling but wondered if that miserable manservant of Bruce’s would trace the call and have him arrested and sent back to Arkham. He finally decided to spend the night at the farmhouse and then head to the hospital in the morning.
That night, the Joker had terrible nightmares about fires and screams and he woke in a cold sweat. He hadn’t dreamt about the war in years and he pondered for a minute what it meant. He went into the kitchen to find some food. Bruce had left many canned goods and frozen foods there for them to eat, and the Joker heated up a frozen pizza and ate it without thinking. The Joker would have expected a rich boy like Bruce to have all sorts of fancy food, but Bruce continued to surprise him. The Joker thought about various plans for checking on Bruce and finally decided that he hit upon the right one.
He called up a theatrical shop that he had done business with before- you could order anything over the phone or via the Internet- and told them what he wanted. Then, he called a cab to come and get him and washed his face, so that he was makeup free.
The Joker did his errands in Gotham and got hold of a car- telling a henchman he would be borrowing it or else- and went back to the farmhouse. He changed into the costume- a white nurse’s dress and red wig, and applied his makeup. He drove to the hospital to see Bruce.
The Joker discovered very quickly that most nurses dressed in colored scrubs and not pristine white dresses at all. He ducked into a supply closet and donned a surgical gown and mask over his white nurses dress. He couldn’t find Bruce’s name in the computer that he commandeered, but he suspected that they either didn’t know who he was, or used a false name. He decided to look at everyone that had been brought in the day before. He had felt that one of Bruce’s ribs was broken and so he looked for that type of injury. Medical terms that he thought that he had forgotten came to his mind without him even thinking of it. It turned out to be an easy matter to find Bruce, who was in a private room.
The Joker opened the door and peered around the corner, but Bruce was alone. He was lying in bed watching T.V. The Joker shut the door behind him.
“I’m alright, Nurse,” said Bruce dismissively. “I’d just like to rest if that’s ok.”
The Joker came and stood next to the bed, looking at Bruce. “I said that I….hey” Bruce had noticed him. “What on earth are you wearing?”
“I wanted to see how you were,” The Joker told him.
“I’m fine, thanks to you,” Bruce told him. “Come here.” He pulled the Joker down for a kiss, removing the mask and cupping his face in his hands. They kissed for a few minutes and the Joker sighed happily.
“I want you, “Bruce told him. “ But, I can’t today. They gave me some kind of drugs and I am so tired. Come back tomorrow. Wear the dress, but don’t put your makeup on. “He pulled the Joker down for another sweet kiss, pushing his hair back from his face.
“Go on, now,” Bruce urged him. “Come back tomorrow.”
The Joker slipped out, and as he went down the hall, he looked back at Bruce's room. The doctor was just opening Bruce's door.
The Joker got back in the car and drove back to the Farmhouse. He was hard and throbbing all the way. He would never tell Bruce this, because it was weak, but he loved it when Bruce cupped his face and kissed him tenderly. He never bothered to examine it, but it made him feel wanted.
He entered the farmhouse and went to the shower, because it reminded him of Bruce. The Joker wasn't fond of bathing. It was a habit that he had lost years ago. He had once spent three days lying under the front porch of a man that he was told to assassinate. He had come from under the porch and killed the man as he was leaving for work. That was primarily why he killed with knives, now, because it was so much more personal.
The Joker stood under the shower spray and let the water beat down on him as he took his cock in his hand. He touched himself and thought of Bruce cupping his face, of Bruce the first time they had sex telling the Joker that he was his, of Bruce telling him to come back tomorrow. He came thinking of how Bruce had been unable to keep away from him.
The next day, the Joker was able to sneak unto the hospital with a lot more ease. He found Bruce looking much better and much more alert.
“Hey you,” he greeted the Joker. “Get over here.” Bruce flung the covers away and exposed is erection, which was visible through his pajama bottoms. The Joker came over and climbed in bed on top of Bruce, shoving his pajama bottoms down. Bruce grabbed some Vaseline that was on the tray table next to the bed and coated his fingers with it. He raised the Joker’s skirt and was happily surprised to find that the Joker was not wearing underwear. “Fuck, “he murmured as he thrust two fingers inside the Joker to prepare him quickly. “ Come here!”
The Joker obeyed, allowing Bruce to breach him after he had been rapidly prepared. Both men groaned when contact was finally established.
“Ride me, “Bruce ordered. “ Ride me and touch yourself.”
The Joker did just that and Bruce was content to let him, watching as he reached under the skirt to touch himself, or leaning forward when Bruce grabbed his neck for breathless kisses. After a few minutes of this, it became too much for Bruce and he leaned forward, flipping the Joker on his back.
Bruce hiked up the white nurse’s skirt and continued to thrust into the Joker.
“Keep touching yourself, “he ordered, angling his hips so that he hit the Joker’s prostate. “ I want to watch you come. “
This bout of fucking lacked the usual violence and pain that the Joker craved, but it didn’t matter because he was too turned on to care. Bruce kept kissing him, grabbing him and hitting that spot and he knew that he would fly apart at any moment. Bruce kissed him and bit his lip and that was it, the Joker came hard, Bruce covering his mouth because he was moaning so loud. With a quiet groan, Bruce thrust once more and joined the Joker in orgasm. He collapsed on the Joker, panting harshly.
“They’re supposed to let me out of here, “said Bruce. “ Later today. “
“Is that man-servant of yours coming here to get you?” asked the Joker.
“Not if I tell him not to. Will you give me a ride back to the farmhouse?” Bruce asked.
“Yes,” said the Joker.
It took more than two hours for Bruce to be released, after the Joker cleaned him up and went and hid in the parking lot. Finally, Bruce’s cell phone (which he still had) rang and he drove around to pick him up. Bruce didn’t seem much the worse for wear from his car accident and he kept rubbing his hand along the Joker’s leg as he drove them both back to the farmhouse.
“I just love that uniform, “Bruce exclaimed.” The second we get there, I am throwing you up against the wall and fucking your brains out.”
When they got to the farmhouse, Bruce was as good as his word. He jumped out of the car, grabbed the Joker and dragged him into the house. They were barely inside when Bruce grabbed the Joker, pushing him against the wall as he lifted his skirt.
“Spread your legs, “he demanded. Bruce grabbed some lube and quickly prepared the Joker before thrusting inside, banging the Joker’s head against the wall as he fucked him.
“More Bruce, “the Joker begged. Bruce knew what he wanted and he slapped him a couple of times. The Joker moaned and thrust back harder against Bruce. Bruce reached under the white uniform and pinched the Joker’s nipples, biting his neck as he did so. The Joker moaned, touched himself and came hard. This time, it took Bruce longer, and the Joker was limp in his arms, letting him finish. He finally came and they both collapsed on the floor before Bruce got up and dragged the Joker with him to the bedroom.
“You’re going to buy a couple more nurses dresses. The way we keep going at it, we’re going to wear that one out. It’s filthy already, “Bruce told him, yawning.
“Don’t you ever worry that I’ll kill you in your sleep?” the Joker asked.
:”No, because you want me here when I wake up,” said Bruce.
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