Batman: Locked Up Part 2
Title: Locked Up Part 1
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: The Joker is sent to stay with Batman, and Bruce will have to learn how to deal with the Jokers insanity and his past.
Alfred returned about an hour later with a few novels and some puzzle books. He’d searched high and low for an ink pen that was not sharp and difficult to disassemble and finally found one that he deemed safe to leave in the Jokers room with him. He piled all the books beside Bruce outside the window and glanced into the Jokers room-then was obviously taken aback by his nudity.
“Master Wayne…”
“He took a shower, Alfred. Could you bring me a few pairs of pajamas and underwear to keep in his room? Oh and socks, the last thing we need is for him to catch pneumonia.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly and Alfred barely restrained himself from asking what was wrong. Instead he went to find more of the plain white pajamas and undergarments.
Bruce took a deep breath before opening the cell door and entering with the bundle of books. The Joker sat up on the bed and watched him with a grin-and his grin grew wider when Bruce blushed hotly at his nakedness.
“What’s the matter Mr. Wayne, unused to finding men naked in your bed?” The Joker asked gleefully.
“That’s not my bed.” Bruce evaded.
“They’re all your bed, Brucey, you bought them. Now, the real question is why that is the only part of my question you responded to?” The Joker leaned back against the cool wall and let his legs dangle off the side of the bed, exposing himself fully to Bruce’s eyes.
“That is none of your business. I see you’ve taken a shower though so I’ll go and get you something to wear.” Bruce sat the stack of books on the floor and darted out of the room.
The Joker watched him go then hopped up to inspect his treasure. He sat down on the floor next to the books and carefully lifted each one, inspecting its cover and reading its summary. Whoever had picked these out had obviously tried to find something the Joker would like because there were several murder mysteries as well as science fiction. One book in particular looked promising “A Thin Dark Line” by Tami Hoag had a black cover with red writing and described it’s as being a dark and frightening tale of murder in a small Louisiana town. The Joker opened the book and avidly began to read-not even noticing Bruce re-entering the room with a bundle of clothes.
Bruce looked at the man curled up on the floor and could almost-almost-see past his scars and sins to see a man underneath it all. He was very vulnerable curled up on the floor naked with nothing to hide all his scars from the glaring lights. Bruce cleared his throat and the Joker glanced up at him from his book and smiled.
“Who went out and bought these?” He asked, his voice obviously amused.
“My butler, Alfred.”
“Well then, I’ll think twice about hurting him. He chose great books for me.” The Joker giggled as he got to his feet.
Bruce was once more very aware of the Jokers nakedness and proximity. He was close enough that if he took just five steps they would be touching. The Joker seemed to know what he was thinking and he stepped forward boldly. Bruce tried to hold his ground but found himself taking an involuntary step backwards. The Joker opened his mouth to speak but Bruce cut him off by shoving the bundle of clothes into his arms and turning around.
“Put some of those on, even the socks. I don’t want you catching pneumonia and dying in my room.” He said gruffly, facing away from the Joker.
“Look here Batty, my modesty has already been compromised, why’re you shutting your eyes now?” The Joker taunted as he rifled through the clothes and put them on.
“Just because you have no shame doesn’t mean that I do not.”
“There’s nothing shameful about looking at a man naked, Brucey.” The Joker replied, pulling the shirt over his head and walking around to face Bruce.
“And seriously, could you pick any blander colors? I think I might go insane from all the white alone.”
Bruce felt the corner of his mouth twitch up and the Joker crowed in triumph.
“I told you that you needed to smile more!” He cackled happily before bouncing off to his bed with his book.
Bruce watched him curl up to read then stacked all the books and clothes neatly against the wall. He made a mental note to buy a small dresser and shelf for the room before leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind him.
***
It had been a quiet and uneventful two weeks for Bruce Wayne. He’d met with Commissioner Gordon and explained to him that the Joker was behaving himself in his room and that he could keep the criminal for as long as he needed to. Gordon was relieved and left the meeting feeling much lighter. Bruce left the meeting worrying about his own sanity. Why was he so willing to keep the Joker in his care instead of releasing him to the professionals?
He knew that it had a lot to do with his own set of morals. He knew that if he sent the Joker back to the Asylum they’d just drug and beat him-leaving him angrier and more apt to hurt someone. Bruce was glad that his own treatment of the convicted criminal was curbing his desire for chaos and that through kindness he was achieving what the professionals could not with their drugs.
Bruce returned to the Batcave with high spirits and looked through the window to see the Joker sitting at his little table-a new addition to his room, with a box of markers and a pair of his old, white pajamas. Bruce had bought him several new pairs in bright, lurid colors that seemed to delight the other man but the old white ones were still in rotation. The joker was doodling all over this pair and Bruce was sure that all the ink would never come out. Bruce sorted through his bag and found three new novels he’d bought for the Joker and opened the door to his room.
“Batty! I knew you’d come see me sometime today! Though I admit that I was starting to get lonely in here all by myself.” The Joke made a sad face and Bruce couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his act.
“You wound my Brucey, really you do.” The Joker laughed as he held up his newest creation. The white cotton shirt was now covered in various scribbles and colors-and the Joker couldn’t be prouder.
“You really do hate white, don’t you?” Bruce asked, taking the chair across from him.
The Joker nodded distractedly as he snatched the books from Bruce’s hands and began to page through them. Bruce had picked out the books this week and the Joker was pleased to find a Patricia Cornwell novel in them. Bruce usually tried to curb his thirst for gore and bought him more informative books than bloody but “The Body Farm” was particularly gruesome.
“Alfred will be bringing you dinner tonight. I have a party to go to, so I need you to be good or else I’ll have to drug you before I leave.” Bruce warned him.
“What kind of party?” The Jokers voice was low and dangerous and Bruce was forcibly reminded of who the other man was.
“It’s a benefit gala; I’m going with a few of the heiresses from town.” Bruce tried to keep his voice normal but he found that he was still trying to placate the Joker and change his sudden mood swing.
“So you’re going to dress in pretty clothes and let pretty girls fawn all over you while I sit here in this fucking room by myself?” The Joker asked angrily.
“Of course I am. My public persona as Bruce Wayne is very important. I have to be seen as an air headed playboy who cares about nothing more than sex and money because I’m one of the only people in this city with enough money and time to be Batman. The public has to see me with a girl on each arm and a drink in each hand for me to be safe. Gotham doesn’t need Batman right now but there will be a day when she will once more and I have to have everything ready when that day comes.” Bruce explained passionately.
“So you go out and flaunt your money and fuck every girl who looks at you twice.” The Joker spat.
“That is a distinct possibility, if that’s any business of yours. I’ll be back in before I leave to see if you need to be dosed or not.” Bruce ignored the Jokers frustrated growl and left the room to shower and change.
When he came back down in just his slacks and unbuttoned shirt he looked through the window to find the Joker angrily scribbling on his bed sheets with his markers. Bruce didn’t really care about the sheets but he was annoyed that the man was being so ridiculous all the sudden. With a sigh he unlocked the door and stormed in.
“What’s your problem tonight? You’ve been fine lately and I’ve kept you entertained and if not happy then well and healthy-and now you’re reverting back to your old behavior just because I said I’m going to a party? I was telling you so you wouldn’t think I was avoiding you and sending Alfred in here instead.” Bruce watched as the Joker looked up from his scribbling and stared at him.
The Jokers eyes made him uncomfortably aware of his lack of dress. He hadn’t bothered buttoning his shirt because he was afraid he’d need to bodily check the criminal in front of him. Now the Joker was staring at him as if he was a tasty treat and Bruce couldn’t stop the shiver that skittered down his spine. After a moment under his intense gaze Bruce shifted nervously and the Joker broke out of his reverie. Slowly the other man crossed the room until he was right in front of Bruce.
“My problem is that you’re going to go out and fuck some stupid girl when you should be here with me.” He growled, his voice completely devoid of his normal humor.
“Who I do or do not sleep with is irrelevant. You have no claim over me.” Bruce protested, hating how breathy and unsure his voice came out.
The Joker smirked and took another step forward until their chests were touching.
“I have plenty of claim over you, Brucey. You’re just afraid to see it.” He smirked more when Bruce’s eyes went wide then pressed their mouths together.
The kiss was brutal, angry and possessive. Bruce wasn’t sure what to do so he remained passive while the Joker licked his lips-but then he bit down and Bruce was startled into opening his mouth. The Joker rushed in, eager to plunder and claim. He mapped the inside of his mouth systematically and sucked on his tongue until Bruce whimper softly and tried to pull away. The Joker knew that Bruce was stronger than he and he let the other man get away but not without tasting his lips once more and grinning.
“Plenty of claim, Mr. Wayne, remember that.” He whispered before spinning around and walking back to his bed and book. He ignored the way the sheets smeared multicolor ink all over him just as he ignored Bruce’s shell shocked expression. After a long moment Bruce left the room and the Joker didn’t even look up once.
***
Bruce knew he shouldn’t drink at the party but every time he tried to stop he swore he could taste the Jokers tongue in his mouth. After several too many glasses of champagne he found himself in one of the many bedrooms at his penthouse with a leggy blonde whose name he could not remember. She was deftly removing his tuxedo and wrapping herself around him so tightly that he could barely breathe. Somehow they made it to the bed and she pushed him down on it and straddled his hips.
“Come on Brucey, you know you want me.” She purred, obviously trying to be seductive.
Clarity rushed over Bruce and he sat up so fast that the girl fell from his lap onto the bed. He stuttered out an apology to her and rushed from the room to his waiting limo. The chauffeur drove him back to the Batcave quickly and Bruce stumbled down to the Jokers room. Outside the window both Alfred and Lucius were watching the man inside scribble angrily on the walls and shout. Alfred turned to him when he rushed over and took in his disheveled appearance and lipstick covered face.
“You might want to wipe that off before going in there. He’s been raging for the past hour or so about you sleeping with floseys and being a male prostitute.” Alfred’s voice spoke of amusement and Lucius chuckled softly.
“Can’t you see that Mr. Wayne is entirely too inebriated to understand what you’re telling him.” He and Alfred took Bruce to the bathroom and watched him wash his face and hands. The cool water helped sober him up a bit and he wasn’t so dizzy when he came to the door of the Jokers room.
“We’ll be upstairs if you need us.” Alfred informed him before following Lucius to the elevator.
Bruce took a deep breath before opening the door and instantly, all the shouting stopped. The Joker looked at Bruce, saw how his gait was unsteady and his eyes slightly glassy and smiled.
“Mr. Wayne, you’re home rather early.” He said cattily.
“Uh yeah, I decided that leggy blonde girls with big tits were not my thing tonight.” Bruce laughed, still obviously drunk.
“Then what is your thing tonight, Brucey?” He asked darkly, his voice holding the promise of debauchery and sin.
“I guess we could figure that out the same way I figure out the last thing. Climb up on my lap and lets see if I have any epiphanies.” Bruce drawled, strolling over to the bed and settling back on it.
The Joker looked torn for a moment. He obviously wanted to be in charge of this moment but Bruce still held all the cards-drunk or not. But then again, with Bruce this drunk there was the chance that he would not remember any of this and therefore the Joker would lose all the ground he’d gained. Indecision gnawed at his gut but Bruce made the decision for him by reaching out and grabbing him, pulling him astride his hips and holding him there tightly. All thoughts of denial left the Jokers brain the moment Bruce’s erection ground against his and he couldn’t stop the helpless groan that left his lips.
“Fuck that feels better than what’s her name.” Bruce whispered and the Joker felt jealousy bloom once again in the pit of his stomach.
“Who?” He asked silkily, moving his hips in time with Bruce’s.
“That one rich girl who was trying to seduce me.” Bruce groaned, rolling his hips and clutching the Joker so tightly he knew there’d be bruises.
“That’s because you belong to me, Brucey and no one else.” He Joker growled as he leant down to press their lips together forcefully.
Bruce keened shrilly and he knew that he would not last much longer. With a gasp he ignored the warnings in his head and let his hips buck erratically until his orgasm slammed into him. He tore his mouth from the Jokers and threw his head back with a groan, his body going taut then falling limp on the bed. The Joker watched him come undone before letting his own eyes falls shut and biting at the exposed skin at Bruce’s collar. The sharp tang of blood was all the Joker needed to come and he pant harshly as waves of pleasure rushed over him.
“Don’t pass out on me Brucey; you still need to get outta here if you don’t want your butler knowing what you just did.” The Joker said, still lying heavily on top of Bruce.
Bruce’s only answer was a snore and the Joker shrugged before laying back and dreaming sweet dreams of the chaos that was sure to follow in the morning.
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: The Joker is sent to stay with Batman, and Bruce will have to learn how to deal with the Jokers insanity and his past.
Alfred returned about an hour later with a few novels and some puzzle books. He’d searched high and low for an ink pen that was not sharp and difficult to disassemble and finally found one that he deemed safe to leave in the Jokers room with him. He piled all the books beside Bruce outside the window and glanced into the Jokers room-then was obviously taken aback by his nudity.
“Master Wayne…”
“He took a shower, Alfred. Could you bring me a few pairs of pajamas and underwear to keep in his room? Oh and socks, the last thing we need is for him to catch pneumonia.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly and Alfred barely restrained himself from asking what was wrong. Instead he went to find more of the plain white pajamas and undergarments.
Bruce took a deep breath before opening the cell door and entering with the bundle of books. The Joker sat up on the bed and watched him with a grin-and his grin grew wider when Bruce blushed hotly at his nakedness.
“What’s the matter Mr. Wayne, unused to finding men naked in your bed?” The Joker asked gleefully.
“That’s not my bed.” Bruce evaded.
“They’re all your bed, Brucey, you bought them. Now, the real question is why that is the only part of my question you responded to?” The Joker leaned back against the cool wall and let his legs dangle off the side of the bed, exposing himself fully to Bruce’s eyes.
“That is none of your business. I see you’ve taken a shower though so I’ll go and get you something to wear.” Bruce sat the stack of books on the floor and darted out of the room.
The Joker watched him go then hopped up to inspect his treasure. He sat down on the floor next to the books and carefully lifted each one, inspecting its cover and reading its summary. Whoever had picked these out had obviously tried to find something the Joker would like because there were several murder mysteries as well as science fiction. One book in particular looked promising “A Thin Dark Line” by Tami Hoag had a black cover with red writing and described it’s as being a dark and frightening tale of murder in a small Louisiana town. The Joker opened the book and avidly began to read-not even noticing Bruce re-entering the room with a bundle of clothes.
Bruce looked at the man curled up on the floor and could almost-almost-see past his scars and sins to see a man underneath it all. He was very vulnerable curled up on the floor naked with nothing to hide all his scars from the glaring lights. Bruce cleared his throat and the Joker glanced up at him from his book and smiled.
“Who went out and bought these?” He asked, his voice obviously amused.
“My butler, Alfred.”
“Well then, I’ll think twice about hurting him. He chose great books for me.” The Joker giggled as he got to his feet.
Bruce was once more very aware of the Jokers nakedness and proximity. He was close enough that if he took just five steps they would be touching. The Joker seemed to know what he was thinking and he stepped forward boldly. Bruce tried to hold his ground but found himself taking an involuntary step backwards. The Joker opened his mouth to speak but Bruce cut him off by shoving the bundle of clothes into his arms and turning around.
“Put some of those on, even the socks. I don’t want you catching pneumonia and dying in my room.” He said gruffly, facing away from the Joker.
“Look here Batty, my modesty has already been compromised, why’re you shutting your eyes now?” The Joker taunted as he rifled through the clothes and put them on.
“Just because you have no shame doesn’t mean that I do not.”
“There’s nothing shameful about looking at a man naked, Brucey.” The Joker replied, pulling the shirt over his head and walking around to face Bruce.
“And seriously, could you pick any blander colors? I think I might go insane from all the white alone.”
Bruce felt the corner of his mouth twitch up and the Joker crowed in triumph.
“I told you that you needed to smile more!” He cackled happily before bouncing off to his bed with his book.
Bruce watched him curl up to read then stacked all the books and clothes neatly against the wall. He made a mental note to buy a small dresser and shelf for the room before leaving the room and shutting the door quietly behind him.
***
It had been a quiet and uneventful two weeks for Bruce Wayne. He’d met with Commissioner Gordon and explained to him that the Joker was behaving himself in his room and that he could keep the criminal for as long as he needed to. Gordon was relieved and left the meeting feeling much lighter. Bruce left the meeting worrying about his own sanity. Why was he so willing to keep the Joker in his care instead of releasing him to the professionals?
He knew that it had a lot to do with his own set of morals. He knew that if he sent the Joker back to the Asylum they’d just drug and beat him-leaving him angrier and more apt to hurt someone. Bruce was glad that his own treatment of the convicted criminal was curbing his desire for chaos and that through kindness he was achieving what the professionals could not with their drugs.
Bruce returned to the Batcave with high spirits and looked through the window to see the Joker sitting at his little table-a new addition to his room, with a box of markers and a pair of his old, white pajamas. Bruce had bought him several new pairs in bright, lurid colors that seemed to delight the other man but the old white ones were still in rotation. The joker was doodling all over this pair and Bruce was sure that all the ink would never come out. Bruce sorted through his bag and found three new novels he’d bought for the Joker and opened the door to his room.
“Batty! I knew you’d come see me sometime today! Though I admit that I was starting to get lonely in here all by myself.” The Joke made a sad face and Bruce couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his act.
“You wound my Brucey, really you do.” The Joker laughed as he held up his newest creation. The white cotton shirt was now covered in various scribbles and colors-and the Joker couldn’t be prouder.
“You really do hate white, don’t you?” Bruce asked, taking the chair across from him.
The Joker nodded distractedly as he snatched the books from Bruce’s hands and began to page through them. Bruce had picked out the books this week and the Joker was pleased to find a Patricia Cornwell novel in them. Bruce usually tried to curb his thirst for gore and bought him more informative books than bloody but “The Body Farm” was particularly gruesome.
“Alfred will be bringing you dinner tonight. I have a party to go to, so I need you to be good or else I’ll have to drug you before I leave.” Bruce warned him.
“What kind of party?” The Jokers voice was low and dangerous and Bruce was forcibly reminded of who the other man was.
“It’s a benefit gala; I’m going with a few of the heiresses from town.” Bruce tried to keep his voice normal but he found that he was still trying to placate the Joker and change his sudden mood swing.
“So you’re going to dress in pretty clothes and let pretty girls fawn all over you while I sit here in this fucking room by myself?” The Joker asked angrily.
“Of course I am. My public persona as Bruce Wayne is very important. I have to be seen as an air headed playboy who cares about nothing more than sex and money because I’m one of the only people in this city with enough money and time to be Batman. The public has to see me with a girl on each arm and a drink in each hand for me to be safe. Gotham doesn’t need Batman right now but there will be a day when she will once more and I have to have everything ready when that day comes.” Bruce explained passionately.
“So you go out and flaunt your money and fuck every girl who looks at you twice.” The Joker spat.
“That is a distinct possibility, if that’s any business of yours. I’ll be back in before I leave to see if you need to be dosed or not.” Bruce ignored the Jokers frustrated growl and left the room to shower and change.
When he came back down in just his slacks and unbuttoned shirt he looked through the window to find the Joker angrily scribbling on his bed sheets with his markers. Bruce didn’t really care about the sheets but he was annoyed that the man was being so ridiculous all the sudden. With a sigh he unlocked the door and stormed in.
“What’s your problem tonight? You’ve been fine lately and I’ve kept you entertained and if not happy then well and healthy-and now you’re reverting back to your old behavior just because I said I’m going to a party? I was telling you so you wouldn’t think I was avoiding you and sending Alfred in here instead.” Bruce watched as the Joker looked up from his scribbling and stared at him.
The Jokers eyes made him uncomfortably aware of his lack of dress. He hadn’t bothered buttoning his shirt because he was afraid he’d need to bodily check the criminal in front of him. Now the Joker was staring at him as if he was a tasty treat and Bruce couldn’t stop the shiver that skittered down his spine. After a moment under his intense gaze Bruce shifted nervously and the Joker broke out of his reverie. Slowly the other man crossed the room until he was right in front of Bruce.
“My problem is that you’re going to go out and fuck some stupid girl when you should be here with me.” He growled, his voice completely devoid of his normal humor.
“Who I do or do not sleep with is irrelevant. You have no claim over me.” Bruce protested, hating how breathy and unsure his voice came out.
The Joker smirked and took another step forward until their chests were touching.
“I have plenty of claim over you, Brucey. You’re just afraid to see it.” He smirked more when Bruce’s eyes went wide then pressed their mouths together.
The kiss was brutal, angry and possessive. Bruce wasn’t sure what to do so he remained passive while the Joker licked his lips-but then he bit down and Bruce was startled into opening his mouth. The Joker rushed in, eager to plunder and claim. He mapped the inside of his mouth systematically and sucked on his tongue until Bruce whimper softly and tried to pull away. The Joker knew that Bruce was stronger than he and he let the other man get away but not without tasting his lips once more and grinning.
“Plenty of claim, Mr. Wayne, remember that.” He whispered before spinning around and walking back to his bed and book. He ignored the way the sheets smeared multicolor ink all over him just as he ignored Bruce’s shell shocked expression. After a long moment Bruce left the room and the Joker didn’t even look up once.
***
Bruce knew he shouldn’t drink at the party but every time he tried to stop he swore he could taste the Jokers tongue in his mouth. After several too many glasses of champagne he found himself in one of the many bedrooms at his penthouse with a leggy blonde whose name he could not remember. She was deftly removing his tuxedo and wrapping herself around him so tightly that he could barely breathe. Somehow they made it to the bed and she pushed him down on it and straddled his hips.
“Come on Brucey, you know you want me.” She purred, obviously trying to be seductive.
Clarity rushed over Bruce and he sat up so fast that the girl fell from his lap onto the bed. He stuttered out an apology to her and rushed from the room to his waiting limo. The chauffeur drove him back to the Batcave quickly and Bruce stumbled down to the Jokers room. Outside the window both Alfred and Lucius were watching the man inside scribble angrily on the walls and shout. Alfred turned to him when he rushed over and took in his disheveled appearance and lipstick covered face.
“You might want to wipe that off before going in there. He’s been raging for the past hour or so about you sleeping with floseys and being a male prostitute.” Alfred’s voice spoke of amusement and Lucius chuckled softly.
“Can’t you see that Mr. Wayne is entirely too inebriated to understand what you’re telling him.” He and Alfred took Bruce to the bathroom and watched him wash his face and hands. The cool water helped sober him up a bit and he wasn’t so dizzy when he came to the door of the Jokers room.
“We’ll be upstairs if you need us.” Alfred informed him before following Lucius to the elevator.
Bruce took a deep breath before opening the door and instantly, all the shouting stopped. The Joker looked at Bruce, saw how his gait was unsteady and his eyes slightly glassy and smiled.
“Mr. Wayne, you’re home rather early.” He said cattily.
“Uh yeah, I decided that leggy blonde girls with big tits were not my thing tonight.” Bruce laughed, still obviously drunk.
“Then what is your thing tonight, Brucey?” He asked darkly, his voice holding the promise of debauchery and sin.
“I guess we could figure that out the same way I figure out the last thing. Climb up on my lap and lets see if I have any epiphanies.” Bruce drawled, strolling over to the bed and settling back on it.
The Joker looked torn for a moment. He obviously wanted to be in charge of this moment but Bruce still held all the cards-drunk or not. But then again, with Bruce this drunk there was the chance that he would not remember any of this and therefore the Joker would lose all the ground he’d gained. Indecision gnawed at his gut but Bruce made the decision for him by reaching out and grabbing him, pulling him astride his hips and holding him there tightly. All thoughts of denial left the Jokers brain the moment Bruce’s erection ground against his and he couldn’t stop the helpless groan that left his lips.
“Fuck that feels better than what’s her name.” Bruce whispered and the Joker felt jealousy bloom once again in the pit of his stomach.
“Who?” He asked silkily, moving his hips in time with Bruce’s.
“That one rich girl who was trying to seduce me.” Bruce groaned, rolling his hips and clutching the Joker so tightly he knew there’d be bruises.
“That’s because you belong to me, Brucey and no one else.” He Joker growled as he leant down to press their lips together forcefully.
Bruce keened shrilly and he knew that he would not last much longer. With a gasp he ignored the warnings in his head and let his hips buck erratically until his orgasm slammed into him. He tore his mouth from the Jokers and threw his head back with a groan, his body going taut then falling limp on the bed. The Joker watched him come undone before letting his own eyes falls shut and biting at the exposed skin at Bruce’s collar. The sharp tang of blood was all the Joker needed to come and he pant harshly as waves of pleasure rushed over him.
“Don’t pass out on me Brucey; you still need to get outta here if you don’t want your butler knowing what you just did.” The Joker said, still lying heavily on top of Bruce.
Bruce’s only answer was a snore and the Joker shrugged before laying back and dreaming sweet dreams of the chaos that was sure to follow in the morning.