Bruce woke up and as he did every morning before he did anything else, he hit the floor and proceeded to start his 400 pushups. The Joker groaned and huffed through the first 25, but then joined Bruce on the floor and proceeded to do about 200 before giving up and lying back on the bed and watching Bruce continue with his exercises.
When Bruce switched to his sit-ups, the Joker joined in again, but before Bruce finished, he was lying on the bed watching him do his sit ups and admiring how handsome he looked in nothing but his shorts. Before long, the Joker’s hand found its way into his shorts and he was stroking himself.
“What are you doing over there, “asked Bruce. “ Are you playing with yourself?”
“Oh, yes,” the Joker’s answer came out much breathier than he anticipated.” You look so sexy.”
“I still have 100 to go,” Bruce was breathing hard as he continued to exercise, but he was also finding it harder to concentrate because he was watching the Joker.
“Well, keep going then, “said the Joker. “ I’ll just keep doing this.”
“Take your shorts off, “said Bruce.” I want to watch.”
“Oh no,” said the Joker. “That will distract you far too much. “ Bruce groaned at being denied but continued to try and concentrate on his exercises until he was done. The second he finished, he jumped to his feet and walked over to where the Joker was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand in his shorts.
“Now, “he ordered. “ Take your shorts off.”
The Joker complied, and then took Bruce’s shorts off too and took his cock in his mouth.
“Oh,” Bruce groaned at the contact and then groaned again when he saw those scarred lips wrapped around his cock.
The Joker was fondling Bruce’s balls as he continued to suck and Bruce gave in to his desire and started to gently fuck the Joker’s mouth. This was what the Joker wanted and he groaned. Bruce could see him touching himself while he was giving Bruce a blowjob.
“Oh yes,” Bruce moaned. “So close.”
The Joker grabbed Bruce’s ass and pulled him in even deeper and that was it. Bruce exploded and the Joker swallowed him down as he did it. The Joker kept him in his mouth throughout his orgasm but when he finally let him go, Bruce looked down and watched the Joker finish himself off as he came all over his stomach.
“That was incredibly hot, “said Bruce when the Joker’s body finished shaking. He reached down, pulled the Joker to his feet and then lifted him over his shoulder and carried him to the shower. Bruce figured out that the Joker loved it when he showed off his strength.
When they got to the shower, Bruce turned on the water and began to shampoo the Joker’s hair, which needed to be dyed again. Bruce hoped that he didn’t dye it again, but he knew that he probably would.
“Dr. Weintz is coming today, right?” he asked the Joker.
The Joker made a face.” Yes,” he said. The Joker hated Dr. Weintz. He had told Bruce how much the doctor harped on his relationship with him. How much he blamed their relationship for the Joker’s problems. How he pretty much blew off the Joker’s shoddy memory and his stories of war in favor of asking him,” Did you fuck men in the military?”
Bruce had Donald Jorgen looking for a new psychologist, but it took time. Bruce also yelled at Jorgen daily about Dr. Weintz, so Jorgen was being very careful and checking out doctors’ credentials a bit better this time.
Donald Jorgen had also found many patients who filed malpractice suits against Dr. Weintz, so he was transmitting a great deal of that information to Bruce as well.
Then, there was the matter of medication. Bruce filled the prescriptions that Weintz had given the Joker and gave him the medicines and he slept for the first two days, all day.
When the Joker complained that they didn’t give him that much medicine in Arkham, Bruce contacted a medical doctor from a nearby clinic, who advised cutting the dosage in half. This worked much better, as some of the Joker’s edginess was blunted, but he was still able to function well. Despite Weintz being a horrible doctor, the Joker was remembering more and more of his past. It was in bits and pieces, but he was remembering. Bruce encouraged him to write down what came to him, and bought him a beautiful, expensive leather bound journal to write it in, as well as a lovely pen set.
The Joker also expressed an interest in drawing, so Bruce bought him some soft pastels and some paper and he spent most afternoons trying to draw what was in his head. Some of the pictures were terrifying, but Bruce accepted them as he did everything else about the Joker and he continued to draw.
Bruce finished washing the Joker’s hair and body and pulled him close, kissing him.
“What do you want to do tonight? Where do you want to eat?”
“Zelda’s,” The Joker stated. He loved going to Zelda’s and Bruce didn’t complain because he usually got to fuck the Joker in his nurse’s dress afterward, so they were both happy.
“Ok, “Bruce started washing himself, but he was distracted by the Joker who was rubbing up against him.
“We can’t have sex. Dr. Weintz will be here in twenty minutes,” Bruce told him.
“Spoilsport, “said the Joker. He subsided because he knew that they would have sex after the good doctor’s visit. He usually agitated the Joker so much that he had to both take a pill and have sex to calm down.
‘I’m going to sit in the room with you, today,” said Bruce as they were drying off after the shower.
“Good,” said the Joker, going out into the living area. They had a standing order for breakfast from one of the local restaurants and it was sitting outside the door. Bruce had emailed their order in the night before.
“Breakfast yum!” exclaimed the Joker, digging into the bag and coming out with his own French toast, strawberries and chocolate milk. Bruce had a more sedate breakfast with granola and yogurt and fruit.
They spread their feast on the table and began to eat. They were almost finished when there was a knock on the door. Bruce got up to answer it.
“Dr. Weintz,” he said politely.
“Mr. Wayne,” said the doctor coldly. “I trust you are well.”
“Of course,” said Bruce, leading him into the living area where the Joker was cleaning up the paper and clutter from their meal.
“Hello, Joe,” the doctor greeted the Joker disdainfully. “How are you feeling today?”
“I feel well, doctor. I am having more memories about the past,” he told him.
“Well, well,” said Dr. Weintz. “We’ll talk about that.”
The Joker grabbed the last strawberry from the bowl and reached over to feed it to Bruce. He loathed Weintz's self satisfied attitude and his homophobia. He loathed the way the man would roll his eyes when he thought that no one was looking.
“Don't you have something to do, Mr. Wayne?” asked Dr. Weintz pointedly, frowning as Bruce licked the Joker's fingers.
“Joe doesn't think that you're doing him much good. He feels that you are concentrating on our relationship, and specifically, homosexuality rather than the post traumatic stress syndrome that he is actually experiencing,” said Bruce. “Therefore, he has asked me to sit in on this session with him.”
“A man's sexual preferences can often lead to mental anguish,” said Dr. Weintz pompously. “I am only exploring that with Joe because I think that his decision to be with you has led to him having worse problems and not the other way around.”
“And how did you arrive at that diagnosis?” asked Bruce.
“Don’t forget that three sessions ago-six days-he had bruises on his face from a beating that you gave him,” said Dr. Weintz.
“Did he tell you why?” asked Bruce.
“He claimed that he asked you to do it, but I think that you have threatened him with a worse beating and that's why he said it.
“That's a lie, “the Joker broke in angrily. “ I explained to you why I needed Bruce to hit me and why I was so happy to finally find Bruce. I know that he would never truly hurt me. I explained this to you thoroughly. You have chosen to ignore me. Again.”
“Now Joe, you are becoming unnecessarily upset. I can tell that Bruce being here is making you upset. You need to leave,” he told Bruce angrily.
That was enough for the Joker. He got up and ran out of the room. Bruce and Dr. Weintz gazed at each other angrily.
“Now, do you see what you've done, Mr. Wayne. I must protest. You are making him worse.”
Bruce closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then he counted to twenty. By thirty he was calm enough to speak.
“Doctor, in spite of the fact that you are arrogant, homophobic and have lost touch with everything that you accomplished in your youth, he has been improving under your care. Now, I see that perhaps other factors have led to him getting better. Your services are no longer needed. You may send me your bill, but don't ever come back here.”
“Gladly,” The doctor stood up and stalked out of the apartment and Bruce went to find the Joker.
The Joker was in the bedroom and he was holding a paratrooper knife. Bruce had no idea where he had gotten it, because the Joker had brought no weapons with him from Gotham and he had only gone out by himself a couple of times for art supplies.
“What are you doing?” Bruce asked, trying to sound calm.
“I want to cut his tongue out and show it to him,” said the Joker. “I want to maim him so he’ll stop looking at me like that.”
“Well, I can understand that, but I have just fired him and you never have to see him again. Give me the knife.”
The Joker held onto the knife for 10 more minutes before he finally passed it to Bruce.
Bruce heaved a visible sigh of relief and took it into the other room and put it into his jacket. Then, he came back into the room with the Joker.
“Bruce, “the Joker whispered. “ I need you to hurt me.”
“No,” said Bruce. “I am not going to do that. I am not going to hurt you when you feel you need to be punished, only when it hurts too much and you have to have it. You had every right to feel what you did. And, since the doctor is unharmed, you don’t need to be punished. I am sorry that I made you continue therapy with him, after you told me what he was doing. “
Bruce pulled the Joker into his arms. “I am so proud of you, “he whispered. “ You have worked so hard to get better, despite that awful doctor. We’ll get you a new doctor.”
“If we get a new doctor, will we have to move?” asked the Joker in a small voice.
“I like it here. I like the routines we have,” said the Joker. “Perhaps, if that guy was an example of a fantastic therapist, maybe we should get one out of the yellow pages this time.”
“You might be right, “said Bruce, deciding to call Jorgen and have him run all of the therapists in Toronto. “I will try very hard so we can stay here. Now, come on for a bike ride.”
The two of them went out on the motorcycle and Bruce tossed the knife away in a distant dumpster. That night, they went to Zelda’s again. Bruce limited the Joker to three drinks and they had a wonderful time. When they got home, the Joker rushed into the bedroom to change and Bruce stretched out on the couch.
The Joker came out fifteen minutes later, in full Joker makeup and his nurse uniform. Bruce inhaled, because he absolutely loved the Joker in that dress. It turned him on just thinking about the Joker in that dress. He had never thought that a man in clown makeup and a dress could be so hot.
“Get over here,” growled Bruce. The Joker complied and Bruce could see the front of the dress sticking out where the Joker’s erection was.
“Right here, “He told the Joker, positioning him in front of him and lifting his dress so that he could take the Joker’s cock into his mouth.
“I love you in this dress,” Bruce moaned around his cock.
“I noticed,” laughed the Joker before gasping as Bruce pulled him onto the couch and pushed him on his back. The Joker unzipped the front of the dress so that he could touch the Joker’s chest.
Bruce rapidly prepared the Joker and slid inside him before leaning down to kiss him some more.
“I’m really happy here, too,” he whispered as he thrust. “I think that this is my favorite of all our routines. Going to Zelda’s and then you wear the dress.”
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Good,” the Joker gasped as Bruce fucked him. “Then …oh shit, harder…why change it?”
“We won’t,” said Bruce, groaning as the Joker began to come and his ass tightened around Bruce. Both men rode out their orgasm’s before Bruce spoke again. “We’ll stay here and be happy.”
Fin
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