Just kidding 2
Story Title: Just Kidding
Summary: Scarecrow invents a new toxin with interesting effects...
Genre: Very AU
Pairing: Joker/Batman
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Seriously, I would screw that universe up if I owned them. SERIOUSLY.
Author Notes: This came on a whim. I doodled a picture of the main scene from the first chapter and it just screamed out for a fic to be written. I'm sorry if it's a stupid premise. I'll take it down if no one likes it.
"Actually sir, I think it's a good idea," Alfred said, clasping his hands together. To say the least, Bruce was surprised by the ease in which Alfred accepted this. "I mean, sir, that if the boy IS telling the truth, there would be no better place."
Bruce couldn't argue with that. In fact, that had been his whole idea. But, he had been so sure the old butler wouldn't go for it, that he spent the whole ride back to the recently rebuilt Wayne Manor trying to come with up good reasons for keeping the boy in the cave. Now, he felt all the apposing arguments rise forward.
"What if he's lying?" Bruce asked, looking down at the still sleeping boy.
The boy hadn't woken up since his fainting on the roof top. He slept through the whole car chase on the way to the cave and through Bruce's preparing the spare room for the unexpected guest. That had taken an hour or so. Then, Alfred had come to check on everything, with Bruce explaining the whole night to him.
"Well, if he IS lying," Alfred began, "Then you'd be the one to know."
"You're really for this, aren't you?" he questioned, still staring at the slow rise and fall of the boy's chest. He would have to clean him and dress his wounds... dress... which reminded him. "Do we have anything left that he can wear?"
"I'm sure an old shirt would work for now sir," Alfred responded, already turning for upstairs. "And in the morning, I'll fetch something more suiting."
Bruce smiled at the man's back before turning to the boy. He gave a sigh, then reached in and lifted the boy out. He stirred a little in Bruce's arms before his head rested against the Kevlar plated chest, and then he was back asleep.
Bruce walked him over to the small wash station made for nights when he didn't have time to change into Bruce Wayne upstairs. He flipped the light on with his elbow, his hands preoccupied, and sat the boy in the tub. He made sure the boy would remain in an upright position before unbuttoning the blood stained vest.
Bruce was shocked the find more purple bruises across the boy's chest. There were more bruises than skin tone showing. The boy was clearly kicked by multiple people. Grown men by the size of the welts. A few lumps were showing almost through the skin. This was a tell tale sign of broken ribs.
He took his time removing the vest to make sure the boy didn't feel anymore pain than he had to. It was bad enough he was almost beaten to death. Joker or not, he was a child now.
After the vest was finally removed, Bruce turned on the water. He gently cleaned the wounds and washed away the dried blood. It had taken him almost thirty minutes to just get the boy's hair cleaned since the back of it was caked with blood.
By the time Bruce was done bathing and dressing the wounds properly, there was a plain tee-shirt laying on the extra room's cot. Bruce pulled it over the boy and tucked him under the blankets.
He had the sudden urge to tuck the wild strands of hair behind the boy's ear. Instead, he simply walked to the door, dimmed the lights and locked it behind him. If there was any truth behind what the boy stated, Bruce couldn't take any chances.
Removing his cowl, now that the danger of being seen was gone, he began to get ready for bed himself. He had a long day ahead of him tomorrow as both Batman and Bruce Wayne.
Summary: Scarecrow invents a new toxin with interesting effects...
Genre: Very AU
Pairing: Joker/Batman
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Seriously, I would screw that universe up if I owned them. SERIOUSLY.
Author Notes: This came on a whim. I doodled a picture of the main scene from the first chapter and it just screamed out for a fic to be written. I'm sorry if it's a stupid premise. I'll take it down if no one likes it.
"Actually sir, I think it's a good idea," Alfred said, clasping his hands together. To say the least, Bruce was surprised by the ease in which Alfred accepted this. "I mean, sir, that if the boy IS telling the truth, there would be no better place."
Bruce couldn't argue with that. In fact, that had been his whole idea. But, he had been so sure the old butler wouldn't go for it, that he spent the whole ride back to the recently rebuilt Wayne Manor trying to come with up good reasons for keeping the boy in the cave. Now, he felt all the apposing arguments rise forward.
"What if he's lying?" Bruce asked, looking down at the still sleeping boy.
The boy hadn't woken up since his fainting on the roof top. He slept through the whole car chase on the way to the cave and through Bruce's preparing the spare room for the unexpected guest. That had taken an hour or so. Then, Alfred had come to check on everything, with Bruce explaining the whole night to him.
"Well, if he IS lying," Alfred began, "Then you'd be the one to know."
"You're really for this, aren't you?" he questioned, still staring at the slow rise and fall of the boy's chest. He would have to clean him and dress his wounds... dress... which reminded him. "Do we have anything left that he can wear?"
"I'm sure an old shirt would work for now sir," Alfred responded, already turning for upstairs. "And in the morning, I'll fetch something more suiting."
Bruce smiled at the man's back before turning to the boy. He gave a sigh, then reached in and lifted the boy out. He stirred a little in Bruce's arms before his head rested against the Kevlar plated chest, and then he was back asleep.
Bruce walked him over to the small wash station made for nights when he didn't have time to change into Bruce Wayne upstairs. He flipped the light on with his elbow, his hands preoccupied, and sat the boy in the tub. He made sure the boy would remain in an upright position before unbuttoning the blood stained vest.
Bruce was shocked the find more purple bruises across the boy's chest. There were more bruises than skin tone showing. The boy was clearly kicked by multiple people. Grown men by the size of the welts. A few lumps were showing almost through the skin. This was a tell tale sign of broken ribs.
He took his time removing the vest to make sure the boy didn't feel anymore pain than he had to. It was bad enough he was almost beaten to death. Joker or not, he was a child now.
After the vest was finally removed, Bruce turned on the water. He gently cleaned the wounds and washed away the dried blood. It had taken him almost thirty minutes to just get the boy's hair cleaned since the back of it was caked with blood.
By the time Bruce was done bathing and dressing the wounds properly, there was a plain tee-shirt laying on the extra room's cot. Bruce pulled it over the boy and tucked him under the blankets.
He had the sudden urge to tuck the wild strands of hair behind the boy's ear. Instead, he simply walked to the door, dimmed the lights and locked it behind him. If there was any truth behind what the boy stated, Bruce couldn't take any chances.
Removing his cowl, now that the danger of being seen was gone, he began to get ready for bed himself. He had a long day ahead of him tomorrow as both Batman and Bruce Wayne.