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![[User Picture]](http://www.insanejournal.com/userpic/2877775/39804) [Link] | Title: Questions Author: Pepper202 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Batman/Joker Word Count: Warning: Drug Use (prescription), violent sex. Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made. Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. A/N: This one is a bit different, guys. A/N 2: Miss one? The Dance We Do
No Lies Between Us
Taking off the masks
Being Batman
Unable to Stop
Deeper Entwined
Bruce woke up the next morning before the Joker did. He felt awful. He knew immediately that he had strained himself by having too much sex too soon after the accident. He had some painkillers in the car, where he had left his discharge papers, but he didn’t want to go and get them. He turned over and looked at the Joker, who was still sleeping. The green had almost completely washed out of the man’s hair, and he could see the light brown color underneath.
Bruce lay back and thought about their so called relationship for the millionth time. He could not justify
getting involved with the Joker. He could not justify going back to the Joker after Alfred blessed him out. Alfred, also, was not happy when Bruce told him that he had been hurt. Bruce hadn’t told Alfred that he was getting out, so there was no need to tell him that he would take a couple of days at the farmhouse. With the Joker.
Bruce wondered about the Joker. They way he had dressed his wounds after pulling him out of the car. The gentle way he had climbed on Bruce yesterday, mindful of his taped ribs. Bruce had no doubt if he took a shower, which he badly needed, that the Joker would be able to rewrap his bandages. Who was he? Who had he been in a former life that he had learned such skills? Again, Bruce thought possibly the military.
The Joker shifted and turned over, opening his bright green eyes and staring at Bruce.
“We both stink, “Bruce informed him. “ Can you bandage me if I get wet?”
“Yes, “answered the Joker, yawning. “ I think I need to dye my hair. And, I can tell by your face that you need pain medication.”
“No,” Bruce protested. “I can’t...”
“Shh,” the Joker patted him on the shoulder.” I know that you don’t drink, that you need to be alert to be Batman, but you need to heal. You can’t go anywhere today, anyway. “He got up and got Bruce’s medication from the car, but Bruce refused to take it anyway.
“Fine, “the Joker huffed. “ I am going to go and dye my hair. Then, you can join me in the shower. If you can get out of bed. “
Bruce lay in bed half dozing while he listened to the Joker moving around. After about 45 minutes, the Joker came back in and kissed him. Before Bruce knew what was what, he felt two bullet shaped objects slide into his mouth. The Joker kept kissing him and he felt them start to melt and then slide down his throat. As soon as he swallowed, the Joker broke the kiss.
“What was that?” he asked the Joker.
“Your darvon,” the Joker answered. Seeing Bruce's face, he added. “C’mon Brucey, don't be angry. Look, I'll take two too.” He went and got the bottle and Bruce watched him take two pills and then hand him the bottle.
“You need to let your body rest and heal,” the Joker told him. “Fighting pain is not allowing your body to rest. You need the medication."
“Don't do that again, “Bruce told him. “ I mean it, absolutely don't do that again.”
“Bruce, “the Joker said.” You can't be Batman today. You're not even in Gotham. Now, come into the kitchen and we'll have breakfast.”
Bruce sat at the kitchen table and watched as the Joker cooked him some poached eggs and toast with lots of butter. By the time the food was done and in front of him, Bruce was feeling the drugs kick in. When he looked at the Joker, he had the same goofy smile that Bruce could feel himself sporting.
“See,” the Joker said.” I was right. Your body needs to give it a rest. I have seen the scars on your body. I bet you toughed out every one of them."
“Why did you serve me invalid food?” Bruce asked him.
“Because these drugs can make your stomach upset. Its better,” answered the Joker.
“Were you a doctor?” Bruce asked as he began to eat his food.
“No,” answered the Joker.
They finished their food in silence. The Joker shoved the plates in the sink, grabbed Bruce's hand and led him back into the bathroom.
“Let's take a shower. The water will feel great,” he told him.
Bruce got into the shower with him. He was right, the water did feel great and the pain was a distant feeling. The Joker soaped them both up and Bruce noticed the bright green of his hair. He pulled the Joker closer and their wet bodies slid together. Bruce felt floaty from the drugs and turned on from their proximity and he reached out and grasped the Joker's cock. He worked them both together for a while before he felt the Joker slide down his body. In his semi floaty state, he felt the Joker take his cock in his mouth. He reached down and grasped the Joker’s now newly green hair and pulled.
“Yes,” the Joker hissed, his mouth sliding off of Bruce. “Pull my hair harder, Brucey. Fuck my mouth.”
Bruce found himself doing just that, not only because it felt good, but because the Joker seemed to enjoy it so much. Bruce could see him through slitted eyes, touching himself while Bruce pulled his hair.
“Oh, fuck….Joker,” Bruce moaned as he came and the Joker continued to suck him until he begged.
“Stop, stop.” He pulled the Joker to his feet, noting the evidence of the Joker’s own release on his legs and soaped them both up, before rinsing them both off and getting out of the shower.
“Why do you like pain?” asked Bruce, as they dried off and made their way back to the bedroom.
“I don’t know, “answered the Joker. “ I just need it. Especially from you.”
They went into the bedroom and lay down. Bruce pulled the Joker into his arms and petted his head.
“You got to ask two questions, Brucey,” the Joker said.” Now, I get to ask two questions.”
“Fine,” Bruce could feel lethargy spreading over his body, but he forced himself to focus.” Ask away.”
“Why a bat?” asked the Joker.
“Because Bats scare me,” Bruce yawned and the Joker snuggled against him, laughing softly.
“I get it. If they scare you, they should scare your enemy. Really, Brucey. Bats scare you?” the Joker was giggling and Bruce let it go on for a few minutes before stopping it with a tug to the Joker’s green hair.
“Ask your other question, “Bruce instructed.
“Do you hate me?” the Joker whispered this one.
‘No, I don’t hate you. In fact I think I may love you, which is silly because you can’t love anyone. I need you and you need me and here we are’ Bruce said in his head.
“No, “said Bruce, before yawning once more and falling asleep.
When Bruce woke up, the pain was back. It wasn’t as bad as before, but it still hurt. He didn’t see the Joker anywhere, and he pulled himself out of bed and went into the kitchen. He found the Joker pulling large frozen lasagna out of the oven, and he sat down at the table.
“You’re in pain again, “the Joker said. “ You were given 10 darvocet, and we used four. Now we will each take one. Then tomorrow we will each take 2, 7 hours apart. I will take you back to Gotham the day after tomorrow. Here.” He placed a pill in Bruce’s mouth and stood there until he swallowed.
“Why do you take one?” asked Bruce.
“Because I don’t want you to think that I am drugging you for my own purposes. That way, the playing field is somewhat even. And, they make me feel calm. It’s called self-medication. “
They ate in silence. Both the Joker nor Bruce was very hungry and the Joker put the rest in the fridge for tomorrow and then insisted that they go and watch TV in the farmhouse’s living room.
The TV didn’t get very good reception. Bruce made a note to get a satellite dish and install it.
“Were you an assassin?” He asked the Joker.
“Yes, I think so,” said the Joker. They were silent for a few moments and then the Joker said.
“I can tell what you’re thinking. Don’t do it."
“What?” asked Bruce.
“You are thinking that you should get Lucius Fox to find out who I was. Don’t bother. I tried it myself. I couldn’t find anything. They destroyed my identity,” said the Joker.
“What happened to you?” asked Bruce.
“I don’t know,” the Joker almost wailed.” My memory is so faulty. I kind of remember my parents. I remember flashes of war, flashes of assignments. Then, being in the hospital and the scars on my face. They gave me a name, but it wasn’t my real name. “The Joker was very agitated.
“Shh, it’s ok, “Bruce threw an arm around the Joker but he was still very jumpy. “Why did they do that?” asked the Joker. “Why was my identity stolen?”
“You’re the Joker,” said Bruce, still attempting to comfort him, but it wasn’t working.
Bruce got up and grabbed the Joker by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall. He dragged him into the bedroom, knocking him against the wall a couple of times before throwing him on the bed. He removed his robe and pinned the Joker down with his body.
“It will be okay, “He whispered before covering the Joker’s mouth with his own. They kissed desperately, and Bruce could feel the Joker trembling.
He shoved down the Joker’s pants and they both groaned as their bare skin came into contact.
“Spread your legs,” Bruce growled as he dribbled lube onto his fingers and began to roughly prepare the Joker.
The Joker obeyed, keening when Bruce entered him roughly. Bruce pulled the Joker’s hair and kissed him furiously.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He demanded as he thrust roughly into the Joker.
“Yes,” the Joker whispered his answer.
“Say it, “Bruce demanded.
“I’m yours. Yours, “the Joker was still whispering, but he had wrapped his legs around Bruce and was holding him close with his arms.
“Mine, “Bruce ground out roughly before leaning forward and biting the Joker on his neck, hard.
The Joker moaned, his body arched and he came, grasping Bruce even tighter.
Bruce held out for a couple of minutes longer, and then bit the Joker again as he spurted deep inside him.
Neither of them said anything for a few minutes, although they were each holding the other one tightly.
“You realize that you are mine. That I will take care of you,” Bruce stated flatly.
“What do you want to do?” the Joker’s voice was muffled against Bruce’s neck.
“I don’t know,” the Joker sounded lost and confused.
“Why don’t we do nothing for now? We can figure it out, later,” said Bruce. “If you want to find a doctor, a competent doctor to help, we can do that. As long as you don’t kill anyone else, I am willing to let it ride for a while. “
“Ok,” said the Joker.
Fin
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