The ride to the farmhouse was silent. Bruce didn’t say anything and neither did the Joker. Bruce thought it was surprising that he didn’t ask more about the doctor or their forthcoming trip. Bruce knew that once they got to the farmhouse, he would have to give the Joker a beating. He was angry, so he knew that he would have to be careful not to truly hurt him.

They pulled into the farmhouse and Bruce hid the Hummer in the garage. There were no close neighbors, but they still had to be careful. Once they were inside the house, Bruce slammed the Joker into the wall in the living room, and then grabbed him by the hair and knocked his head into the wall, twice.

“Get your clothes off,” he growled. The Joker complied, but Bruce didn’t think that he was doing it fast enough, so he kicked him.

The Joker finished undressing and Bruce grabbed the lube and rapidly prepared the Joker. He didn’t do a thorough job, and he knew that it would hurt the Joker when they had sex, but he also knew that this was what the Joker wanted. The Joker wanted him to ‘punish’ him for cutting those men.

“Spread your legs,” he growled, positioning himself and pushing in, pushing the Joker into the wall in the process. Bruce fucked the Joker hard and fast, leaving bruises on his shoulders and his hips. Bruce also wouldn’t allow the Joker to touch his own cock, he slapped his hand away when he tried. It was only a few minutes before Bruce groaned in satisfaction and slumped against the Joker. He pulled out and grabbed the Joker roughly, guiding him towards the bathroom and the shower.

Once they were in the shower, Bruce changed abruptly. He gently washed the Joker's hair and soaped and rinsed his body, being gentle with his bruises. He turned the Joker to face him and kissed him tenderly, then dropped to his knees to take him into his mouth. The Joker had been very turned on at being used so roughly and it was only a few minutes before he was moaning and shuddering as he shot his load into Bruce's mouth.

Bruce stood up and washed himself quickly. When they got out of the shower, he carefully dried the Joker and then dressed him in a pair of purple silk pajamas and covered him with a thick robe. He wrapped a purple scarf around the Joker's head, hiding his bright green hair

He then grabbed a digital camera and took several photos of the Joker, which he uploaded onto his laptop and emailed to his forger.

“I have created identities for us to get on the plane. You are a very rich, very eccentric recluse who is afraid of germs. You will wear a surgical mask, which will hide your scars. You will go to the plane just like that. I will play the role of your servant.:”

Bruce had dressed himself in a simple pair of pants and shirt, both of a uniform gray color. He, too, wrapped his head in a scarf.

“ I will pose as your manservant. Naturally, you would want me to cover my head and wear a surgical mask, as well, “ he told the Joker

“And, once we get there?” asked the Joker.

“ I have slipped the pilot some money to grease some palms so that they don't examine either the plane nor us very closely. You are not wanted outside of Gotham, Commissioner Gordon has been very prudent. With the level of crime in Gotham in years past, he is reluctant to tell the feds of the carnage you caused. The government has been known to withhold dollars and Gordon just got them reinstated,” said Bruce.

“Once we get there, “ he continued.” I have rented a loft in what I am told is a rather impersonal building. The doctor will come to us. He will make house calls. I am told he is an expert in post traumatic stress and memory loss. I have all of my identification as Bruce Wayne and will be able to easily get any money we need.”

“ You've planned this out wonderfully, Brucey,” the Joker commented. “ I wouldn't have thought.”

Bruce closed his laptop and put it into a briefcase.

“Come on, “ he told the Joker. “ Let's get going. I have reserved the Jet, but I have to pick up our identification.

They got back into the Hummer and drove to the next town. Bruce made a call from his cell phone and then they detoured into a family oriented sub division where he honked the horn and a handsome man in a linen suit came out and handed Bruce a package.

Then, Bruce directed the Hummer to the airport, parking in a private garage.

“Alfred will come and pick the car up, later, “ he told the Joker.

Bruce carefully tied a surgical mask around the Joker's face and one around his own. They walked outside of the garage and down two long deserted hallways, until they came to a hanger where a jet the size of a 727 sat, waiting for them.

Two men, one in a pilot's uniform, the other dressed like a waiter, were waiting for them.

“Hello, it must be Mr. Kerr and his body servant,” the man dressed like a waiter said.

“Yes, “ answered the Joker. “ I feel faint and must lie down. I assume the plane has a private bedroom. “

“Yes, indeed,” said the waiter. “ I am Thomas Alby and I will be your valet for the duration of the trip.”

“No, no, no, “ said the Joker. “ That will not do at all. Only Wayne here waits on me. I cannot stand to be exposed to more dangerous germs. “

Bruce reached into his pocket and got a 100 dollar bill. He offered it to Alby.

“You could stay here and say that you went,” he said.

“Yes, yes,” said Thomas Alby. “ I could do that. Here, I will show you where to settle Mr. Kerr and where the food is kept.”

“That will be much better,” said the Joker haughtily. “ Wayne, if you'd help me lie down.”

Bruce smiled ruefully at the pilot and Alby and went inside the plane with the Joker. They found the bedroom without too much of a problem. It was equipped with a huge bed, lots of pillows and blankets and a small dining area. The Joker lay down on the bed, and Bruce shut the door behind him.

“Well, he's laying down,” he told the two men. “How soon will we be off?”

“I am waiting for the co-pilot and navigator,” said the pilot.” They will be here momentarily. “

“Excellent,” said Bruce. “ I will go and tell him.”

“Working for a guy like that must be awfully tough, “ Thomas Alby remarked.

“Yes,” said Bruce. “ He pays very well. That more than makes up for it. Excuse me. “

Bruce went back into the plane. He found the galley without too much trouble. He also found the pair of seats that he and the Joker were expected to strap into during take-off and landing.

He sat quietly in one of them and insisted that the Joker strap into the other one when they heard the captain's voice announce that the entire crew was there and they would be taking off momentarily.

“The Joker looked excited and Bruce exchanged seats with him so that he could look out of the window. The plane gathered speed and Bruce could feel it leave the ground.

Once they were airborne, the pilot announced that the flight would be approximately 4 hours. Both Bruce and the Joker unstrapped themselves and the Joker took off his heavy silk robe and lay on the bed.

“I am going to go get the food that's prepared in the galley,” he told the Joker.

“ I am hungry, aren't you?

The Joker smirked at him and said, “I'm hungry, but not for food, Brucey.”

Bruce blushed and went to the galley to retrieve the tray of food and hurried back. The Joker was laying on the bed completely naked.

Bruce put the food down, locked the door and divested himself of his clothes in record time.

“So, “ he said as he joined the Joker on the bed.” You want us to join the mile high club.”

“Weren't you a member before?” asked the Joker.

“Actually no,” said Bruce, settling himself behind the Joker. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. He saw a small bottle of expensive hand lotion on the table next to the bed and he grabbed it to use as lube.

Bruce gently prepared the Joker, mindful of how rough he had been before. The Joker, however, moaned and leaned into his touch. Bruce pulled the Joker onto his knees and held him, placing gentle biting kisses on his neck and shoulders.

“Brucey,” the Joker moaned, needy.

“Ssh,” Bruce soothed. He lined his cock up with the Joker's entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Yes, oh yes,” the Joker whispered.

“Here,” Bruce showed him how he wanted him to move. They moved in time for a few minutes and Bruce reached around and grabbed the Joker's cock, jerking him off in time with their thrusts.

“Brucey,” the Joker moaned looking up at him.

Bruce kissed him and whispered in his ear. “Yes, I love you. I love you.”

Somehow, Bruce knew that the Joker liked hearing him say that, even if he couldn't properly return the sentiment. After the words left his lips, the Joker came convulsively all over his hand. His orgasm triggered Bruce's and he moaned as he shot his seed deep inside the Joker.

They both lay on the bed, breathing heavily, before Bruce got up and got dressed.

“I'd say we're about halfway there,” he told the Joker.”Better get dressed and come eat. The tray looks good.”

The Joker put his pajamas back on, and the thick robe and came and joined Bruce at the table. They feasted on cut chicken breast, rare steak and smoked salmon. Bruce ate most of the salmon, because the Joker said that he didn't like fish.

“I'm nervous,” he confessed to Bruce.

“About what?” asked Bruce.

“Well, I can survive in any city. But, we're in this together. We'll be staying together,” the Joker said.

“I'm nervous about that, too,” Bruce confessed. “ I am also nervous that you might start killing the population of Toronto.”

“Brucey, you wound me,” said the Joker.” I don't kill unless I am well paid for it.”

Bruce raised his eyebrow at the Joker.

“Well, I almost never kill unless I am well paid for it,” amended the Joker.

Bruce continued to look skeptical and the Joker continued,” You don't think I got paid a lot of money to kill Dent and your girlfriend? Of course, I set it all on fire, but still, I got paid a lot of money to do it.”

“Who paid you?” Bruce's voice was quiet.

“Don't worry, Brucey. He's no longer among the living.”said the Joker. “I took care of that, too.”

“Why do you continue to remind me of what you did to my friends?” asked Bruce, not angry for once but curious.

“I guess because I wonder why you are with me,” answered the Joker.

They both finished the meal in silence and the Joker lay down on the bed and pretended to sleep until the plane descended.

A man came on board and took the two passports and drivers licenses from Bruce. In a few minutes, he was back.

“You are all set. Welcome to Canada,” he said.

Bruce and the Joker got into a waiting Limo and went to an expensive hotel. They would stay there for a day or two, while Bruce took care of furnishing their loft. Then, they would disappear from the hotel and become different people within the city of Toronto.

Fin