New fic XDD
Title: A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.1)
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: PG for right now...will go up later..
Pairing: Batman/Joker ( some implied Bruce/Rachel but nothing explicit)
Disclaimer: I don't own them sadly...cause if I did...they'd never be dressed or leave bed...<3 this is just for fun and cause my little mind is so very slashily warped. XD
A/N: This is going to be a looong one, many chaptered, but this is the first part, basically the summary is that when moving things around in the batcave Bruce sets off a reaction that sends him to another AU, where the Joker was never made, and instead Jack Napier was allowed to come to be and is another wealthy playboy. There is no Batman or Joker in this AU and Bruce has to figure out how to get back, while dealing with some growing feeling for Jack..XD Annnnnd I dunno say anymore caaaaause I gots lots little twists in here ^__^ sooo enjoy? (p.s....I need a beta...anyone interested plz drop me an email...)
Bruce Wayne sat back with a huffing sigh, wiping his brow he eyed the still rather daunting pile of boxes and cartons. All of them filled with the remnants of battles mostly won with some of Gotham’s worst. He had long since taken to keeping various items from the villains he faced for study, part of him wanted to keep these things to categorize them, to better understand what it was he was fighting, but after a while, he realized he kept them long after the fights to remind him who he was inside the mask he wore and why he put it on every night to begin with. The items reminded him of the darkness out there in Gotham, and that there would always be a need for the Bat as long the men in the streets and alleys of the city continued to make these things and use their gifts for evil.
It had been too cluttered after his last row with The Hatter, and when he had trudged into the Batcave exhausted but a true insomniac till the end, he was dismayed to find that when it came to clutter he was OC about his lair. However Alfred had threatened to take him by the ear and put him to bed if he didn’t do it himself, so now he was there the next day grunting and sweating over boxes belonging to the men he worked so hard to bring down nightly. He set the last box of things by the Hatter including some new procurements buy several large crates labeled ‘Clock king, The’ when Alfred’s voice crackled to life over the cave’s intercom. “Master Bruce, you have a luncheon with several executives on the board of Hemmingway Inc about your newest company merger. You asked I remind you when you would be cutting it close on time, you have an hour to get ready sir.” Bruce grunted in slight irritation, he was in full organization mode and hated it when he was pulled away from things mid-project.
With a heaving sigh he rose up straight and glanced around at the still slightly haphazardly done Batcave. It would have to wait, this was a big merger, Hemmingway Inc was a rising star in the advanced technologies market. One more sweeping glace later and Bruce Wayne was in the elevator, heading for a shower and changed of clothes, his mind already quickly shifting to business and his game plan for the luncheon. The elevator doors slide shut silently, just as a low and nearly un-noticeable hum began to sound from the newly moved boxes.
Four hours later found a slightly pleased Bruce Wayne, now back in casual clothing in the elevator heading for the Batcave. If one thing could be said about Bruce he was single minded in his coarse of action when he set his mind to something. The luncheon went text book perfect, the company signed with little qualms about the contract and seemed quite eager to be in league with one of the worlds largest enterprises. Wayne Enterprises tended to rarely have issues securing new business partners when it set it’s sights on one. Now Bruce wanted nothing more then to get back to organizing the cave. Alfred had rolled his eyes when Bruce had headed back down with a word, but kept silent knowing Bruce would finish the organizational project come hell or high water at this point and simply made a mental note to bring down a tray for supper.
It as around midnight and Bruce was slumped over a box, having fallen asleep despite his determination to continue with his project. His cheek was resting on a small box labeled ‘Penguin, The’ softly snoring hair mussed and mouth slightly open. The humming in the cave grew louder and louder until there was a crackling noise and an arch of electricity shot from one of The Clock King’s boxes to hit a large crate marked ‘Hatter, The’. The hum intensified and Bruce jolted away, hands clapped over his ears and looked around in shock. There came a blinding flash of blue light and then all was still. Bruce shook his head, ears slightly ringing from the high pitched hum that had filled the room not a second ago. Everything looked alright, there was not explosion he could see the aftermath of, and no other forms of destruction. Sighed and rubbing his face tiredly he looked around the boxes in case an old bomb or booby trap went off. After thirty minutes of searching he shrugged, decide it must have been a computer malfunction and trudged to the elevator, he needed some real sleep before he bumped the wrong box and blew himself up.
It was midday by the time he woke, Alfred had thrown open the curtains some time ago but the suns bright rays seemed unable to perform their usual abilities to rose him from his sleep. He sat up with a groan, feeling slightly disoriented for some reason but brushed it off to pulling too many all-nighters in the cave in a row lately. Sticking his head into the kitchen dressed in a robe and sheepish smile Alfred looked up and gave him a look that expressed displeasure with the amount of time Bruce spent awake a night, it was not the first time he had gotten this look and he knew it would not be the last. “Sorry Alfred, but you know I hate leaving projects unfinished.” Alfred looked confused for a moment but appeared to recover and handed him some fresh coffee from a newly brewed pot. “What’s happening today?”
Alfred snorted slightly in affectionate irritation. “Really Master Bruce, I’m surprised you’ve forgotten. Today is Master Napier’s Charity Ball for Gotham’s Children’s Hospital. You’ve been looking forward to it all month.” Bruce raised a brow now utterly confused. He knew Al usually took care of reminding him of his daily schedule but he was certain he had never heard of this Ball, and he didn’t believe he was that forgetful of his daytime life as Bruce Wayne quite that badly. “You’re suit came in this morning and is hanging in your closet sir, You have the day clear as requested to prepare for the event, you do have lunch however with Mrs. Dent.”
Bruce froze, “Mrs. Dent?”
Alfred sighed dramatically this time and frowned at him. “I know you are rather sore that she married Master Harvey and not you but pretending not to know her is rather rude.”
Bruce’s mind whirled. “…Married Harvey?” It hit him hard like a train, “Rachel…Rachel’s alive?”
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: PG for right now...will go up later..
Pairing: Batman/Joker ( some implied Bruce/Rachel but nothing explicit)
Disclaimer: I don't own them sadly...cause if I did...they'd never be dressed or leave bed...<3 this is just for fun and cause my little mind is so very slashily warped. XD
A/N: This is going to be a looong one, many chaptered, but this is the first part, basically the summary is that when moving things around in the batcave Bruce sets off a reaction that sends him to another AU, where the Joker was never made, and instead Jack Napier was allowed to come to be and is another wealthy playboy. There is no Batman or Joker in this AU and Bruce has to figure out how to get back, while dealing with some growing feeling for Jack..XD Annnnnd I dunno say anymore caaaaause I gots lots little twists in here ^__^ sooo enjoy? (p.s....I need a beta...anyone interested plz drop me an email...)
Bruce Wayne sat back with a huffing sigh, wiping his brow he eyed the still rather daunting pile of boxes and cartons. All of them filled with the remnants of battles mostly won with some of Gotham’s worst. He had long since taken to keeping various items from the villains he faced for study, part of him wanted to keep these things to categorize them, to better understand what it was he was fighting, but after a while, he realized he kept them long after the fights to remind him who he was inside the mask he wore and why he put it on every night to begin with. The items reminded him of the darkness out there in Gotham, and that there would always be a need for the Bat as long the men in the streets and alleys of the city continued to make these things and use their gifts for evil.
It had been too cluttered after his last row with The Hatter, and when he had trudged into the Batcave exhausted but a true insomniac till the end, he was dismayed to find that when it came to clutter he was OC about his lair. However Alfred had threatened to take him by the ear and put him to bed if he didn’t do it himself, so now he was there the next day grunting and sweating over boxes belonging to the men he worked so hard to bring down nightly. He set the last box of things by the Hatter including some new procurements buy several large crates labeled ‘Clock king, The’ when Alfred’s voice crackled to life over the cave’s intercom. “Master Bruce, you have a luncheon with several executives on the board of Hemmingway Inc about your newest company merger. You asked I remind you when you would be cutting it close on time, you have an hour to get ready sir.” Bruce grunted in slight irritation, he was in full organization mode and hated it when he was pulled away from things mid-project.
With a heaving sigh he rose up straight and glanced around at the still slightly haphazardly done Batcave. It would have to wait, this was a big merger, Hemmingway Inc was a rising star in the advanced technologies market. One more sweeping glace later and Bruce Wayne was in the elevator, heading for a shower and changed of clothes, his mind already quickly shifting to business and his game plan for the luncheon. The elevator doors slide shut silently, just as a low and nearly un-noticeable hum began to sound from the newly moved boxes.
Four hours later found a slightly pleased Bruce Wayne, now back in casual clothing in the elevator heading for the Batcave. If one thing could be said about Bruce he was single minded in his coarse of action when he set his mind to something. The luncheon went text book perfect, the company signed with little qualms about the contract and seemed quite eager to be in league with one of the worlds largest enterprises. Wayne Enterprises tended to rarely have issues securing new business partners when it set it’s sights on one. Now Bruce wanted nothing more then to get back to organizing the cave. Alfred had rolled his eyes when Bruce had headed back down with a word, but kept silent knowing Bruce would finish the organizational project come hell or high water at this point and simply made a mental note to bring down a tray for supper.
It as around midnight and Bruce was slumped over a box, having fallen asleep despite his determination to continue with his project. His cheek was resting on a small box labeled ‘Penguin, The’ softly snoring hair mussed and mouth slightly open. The humming in the cave grew louder and louder until there was a crackling noise and an arch of electricity shot from one of The Clock King’s boxes to hit a large crate marked ‘Hatter, The’. The hum intensified and Bruce jolted away, hands clapped over his ears and looked around in shock. There came a blinding flash of blue light and then all was still. Bruce shook his head, ears slightly ringing from the high pitched hum that had filled the room not a second ago. Everything looked alright, there was not explosion he could see the aftermath of, and no other forms of destruction. Sighed and rubbing his face tiredly he looked around the boxes in case an old bomb or booby trap went off. After thirty minutes of searching he shrugged, decide it must have been a computer malfunction and trudged to the elevator, he needed some real sleep before he bumped the wrong box and blew himself up.
It was midday by the time he woke, Alfred had thrown open the curtains some time ago but the suns bright rays seemed unable to perform their usual abilities to rose him from his sleep. He sat up with a groan, feeling slightly disoriented for some reason but brushed it off to pulling too many all-nighters in the cave in a row lately. Sticking his head into the kitchen dressed in a robe and sheepish smile Alfred looked up and gave him a look that expressed displeasure with the amount of time Bruce spent awake a night, it was not the first time he had gotten this look and he knew it would not be the last. “Sorry Alfred, but you know I hate leaving projects unfinished.” Alfred looked confused for a moment but appeared to recover and handed him some fresh coffee from a newly brewed pot. “What’s happening today?”
Alfred snorted slightly in affectionate irritation. “Really Master Bruce, I’m surprised you’ve forgotten. Today is Master Napier’s Charity Ball for Gotham’s Children’s Hospital. You’ve been looking forward to it all month.” Bruce raised a brow now utterly confused. He knew Al usually took care of reminding him of his daily schedule but he was certain he had never heard of this Ball, and he didn’t believe he was that forgetful of his daytime life as Bruce Wayne quite that badly. “You’re suit came in this morning and is hanging in your closet sir, You have the day clear as requested to prepare for the event, you do have lunch however with Mrs. Dent.”
Bruce froze, “Mrs. Dent?”
Alfred sighed dramatically this time and frowned at him. “I know you are rather sore that she married Master Harvey and not you but pretending not to know her is rather rude.”
Bruce’s mind whirled. “…Married Harvey?” It hit him hard like a train, “Rachel…Rachel’s alive?”