Team Anarchy - Round 4 - Fic: His Savior
Title: His Savior
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Prompt: Role Reversal
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Fandom: Nolanverse (influenced by others too)
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, no profit, suing is futile!
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Implied sex, violence, angst, blood, very bad language
Summary: The Joker saves the Batman’s life, but Batman has possibly saved Joker’s soul. Joker POV.
Word Count: 577
A/N: Many thanks to my beta, who wishes to remain anonymous. In many ways the pairing can be read as technically Bruce/Jack, rather than Batman/Joker, as they’re sort of out of their normal roles here!
Seeing him like this is harder than I’ll ever let on. It’s hell, in fact. He’s been made vulnerable, bruised and bloody by other hands than mine - I just can’t stand it.
And it hurts more than I’ll admit to realize I almost lost him.
It was hard getting all that Bat armor off him, but I managed it. And if I say so myself I didn’t do too bad a job of treating his wounds. Hey, I don’t just run around in a nurse’s outfit for the fun of it! My life’s been tough. So I’ve had to pick up a skill or two to get through it. Learning how to stitch and bandage is just the simple stuff.
They say I’m insane, but I have to ask, what sort of maniac is the guy who did this? The new man the mob’s hired to take down the Bat? He must have some major hardware to have done this much damage. Imagining it, and looking at my man lying on the bed, weak as a child, makes me clench my fists hard - and my chest aches when I think of how that the fucker nearly succeeded. In killing my Bat - hell, in killing my Bruce! This psycho’s not going to get away with what he’s done. As soon as I’m sure Brucie’s strong enough to be left on his own, Joker’s going a-hunting. And the streets will run red.
I whisper this as a promise to my unconscious Bruce, and he stirs. Murmurs a name - my name…
“Jack…”
He’s the only person left on this earth who can call me that and live. And it always makes me smile in a way that’s more than just a twitch of the scars on my face.
“You crazy flying rodent,” I try to snap at him, but my voice shakes. Damn it. Now he’s smiling.
“Not dead - yet,” he gasps. “And so sweet - you care…”
“It’s only the sex I want you for, and I’m not a necrophiliac,” I shoot back, and both of us are laughing, although he really shouldn’t be, with all the pain he’s in.
“Thanks to me, you’re still alive. Now hurry up and get well so we can find the one who did this to you. All work and no play makes Joker a very dull clown!” And before I can stop myself, I’m bending down to kiss him, softly and gently. Normally, I hate all that romantic, schmoopy crap. But his lips are so warm and all the contusions on his skin make him look almost as painted up as me… and how often do I get to have a helpless Bruce on his back, unable to resist me and all mine?
Well, very often indeed, actually. But not quite as often as I’d like.
“Jack…” he whispers again as I finally pull my lips away from his. I shake my head and cover his mouth with a forefinger.
“Shut up and rest,” I tell him, with a darker tone to my voice than before. “You need your strength so we can plot how to get this bastard back. Only I’m allowed to mess you up this bad, Bruce, and if teaming up with the Batman’s the only way to make sure of that, then so be it.”
Neither of us has spoken the words “I love you.” But just because nobody’s said the phrase aloud doesn’t make it any less true.
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Prompt: Role Reversal
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Fandom: Nolanverse (influenced by others too)
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, no profit, suing is futile!
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Implied sex, violence, angst, blood, very bad language
Summary: The Joker saves the Batman’s life, but Batman has possibly saved Joker’s soul. Joker POV.
Word Count: 577
A/N: Many thanks to my beta, who wishes to remain anonymous. In many ways the pairing can be read as technically Bruce/Jack, rather than Batman/Joker, as they’re sort of out of their normal roles here!
Seeing him like this is harder than I’ll ever let on. It’s hell, in fact. He’s been made vulnerable, bruised and bloody by other hands than mine - I just can’t stand it.
And it hurts more than I’ll admit to realize I almost lost him.
It was hard getting all that Bat armor off him, but I managed it. And if I say so myself I didn’t do too bad a job of treating his wounds. Hey, I don’t just run around in a nurse’s outfit for the fun of it! My life’s been tough. So I’ve had to pick up a skill or two to get through it. Learning how to stitch and bandage is just the simple stuff.
They say I’m insane, but I have to ask, what sort of maniac is the guy who did this? The new man the mob’s hired to take down the Bat? He must have some major hardware to have done this much damage. Imagining it, and looking at my man lying on the bed, weak as a child, makes me clench my fists hard - and my chest aches when I think of how that the fucker nearly succeeded. In killing my Bat - hell, in killing my Bruce! This psycho’s not going to get away with what he’s done. As soon as I’m sure Brucie’s strong enough to be left on his own, Joker’s going a-hunting. And the streets will run red.
I whisper this as a promise to my unconscious Bruce, and he stirs. Murmurs a name - my name…
“Jack…”
He’s the only person left on this earth who can call me that and live. And it always makes me smile in a way that’s more than just a twitch of the scars on my face.
“You crazy flying rodent,” I try to snap at him, but my voice shakes. Damn it. Now he’s smiling.
“Not dead - yet,” he gasps. “And so sweet - you care…”
“It’s only the sex I want you for, and I’m not a necrophiliac,” I shoot back, and both of us are laughing, although he really shouldn’t be, with all the pain he’s in.
“Thanks to me, you’re still alive. Now hurry up and get well so we can find the one who did this to you. All work and no play makes Joker a very dull clown!” And before I can stop myself, I’m bending down to kiss him, softly and gently. Normally, I hate all that romantic, schmoopy crap. But his lips are so warm and all the contusions on his skin make him look almost as painted up as me… and how often do I get to have a helpless Bruce on his back, unable to resist me and all mine?
Well, very often indeed, actually. But not quite as often as I’d like.
“Jack…” he whispers again as I finally pull my lips away from his. I shake my head and cover his mouth with a forefinger.
“Shut up and rest,” I tell him, with a darker tone to my voice than before. “You need your strength so we can plot how to get this bastard back. Only I’m allowed to mess you up this bad, Bruce, and if teaming up with the Batman’s the only way to make sure of that, then so be it.”
Neither of us has spoken the words “I love you.” But just because nobody’s said the phrase aloud doesn’t make it any less true.