A World of Dreams and Nightmares part 2
Title: A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.2)
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...)
Also much thanks to dark_dreymer for your help and inspiration with this part! ^_^
Pt 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214290.html
After getting dressed in a blur Bruce found himself seated at a tiny café across from the woman he had loved, whom he was quite certain only yesterday, had been dead. Rachel sat before him sipping ice water and looking like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She gave him an odd look at the bare hug she had received and now could take his blatant stare no loner. “Bruce, what is going on, you look like you haven’t seen me in years. What’s with the looks?” Bruce flushed a little and shook his head, he knew he was not in Gotham anymore, or at least the Gotham he knew, the fact that Rachel was alive was proof enough of that. Rachel had died, he had held the funeral for her himself. He cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry Rachel, I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately, I didn’t mean to seem rude.” He said smoothly and she relaxed giving him a soft smile.
“It’s alright Bruce. Look, I know we had some difficulties during the break up, but we’re still best friends, you know you can come to me if you need to talk.” She put her ice water down and gave the waiter a polite smile when he set her lunch down before her, setting Bruce’s down with the other hand, and heading back into the crowded café.
“Of course, likewise.” He murmured and picked up his own glass sipping thoughtfully. That they had broken up remaining the same in this Gotham was a little depressing and he sighed inwardly, hating the idea that maybe the fates were trying to tell him something.
“So, um, anyway, like I was saying, the scans went fine, I got copies if you want to see.” Rachel looked excited and appier then he had ever seen her. He raised a brow slightly confused.
“Scans? What Scans?”
She looked exasperated. “Of the ultrasound! Of my baby remember?” Bruce promptly choked on his water and began to cough violently. “Bruce! Are you alright?” She jumped up and thumped him on the back. He coughed a bit more face bright red and he waved her off.
“You’re pregnant!?” He sputtered and stared at her with wide albeit tearing eyes.
“Bruce you know I am! I’m two months along! You were the first person I told! Honestly! What is going on with you?” She demanded. His mind whirled trying to make up for his shocked blunder and he wiped his mouth with his napkin to buy himself some time.
“It was a joke…I’m sorry Rachel, I only mean to imply you look so amazing it’s hard to believe you’re pregnant.” Inwardly he was cringing at the idea of her carrying some one else’s child, it hurt, badly. She looked unconvinced but relaxed back into her chair.
“Really Bruce, you need to work on your sense of humor.”
“Your always telling me that.” He muttered and she laughed slipping back into her relaxed state.
“Yeah well it’s true. But I gotta say, with acting that good you should join the Gotham Players, they need good actors.” She teased and took a bite of her lunch. The rest of the meal went on outwardly pleasant enough, but inside Bruce felt like he was being slowly raked over coals. Rachel was alive, happy and pregnant in this Gotham, and none of it had to do with him, if there was a hell, he was sure this was it. They had parted after Bruce insisted he pay the check and Rachel had promised to save him a dance at the Charity Ball, which she had mentioned she and Harvey would also be attending. Bruce had slinked home sulking a bit the whole way.
A very long shower and one new suit later and Bruce Wayne stood in the main room of a penthouse that rivaled what his own had looked like. Elegantly dressed guests milled around, a smooth jazz band creating a laid back but high class atmosphere. Bruce, hand’s in his pocket had never felt more out of place among high society then at that moment. Then again, this was not his Gotham and these were not the high society people he had invited countless times to his own events.
“Bruce you made it!” Rachel called out dressed in a loose and flowing pale blue gown, she looked radiant and it stung Bruce deeply again just how happy she looked, but he pushed it aside. “You look dashing as ever.” She teased and gave him a playful nudge. Harvey was across the room, he gave them both a friendly wave before turning back to speaking with an elderly couple. Bruce stared at the whole faced and healthy man for several moments before looking back at Rachel.
“And you look lovely. Where is our host?” He asked looking around the room, scanning the sea of faces. He had no idea who Jack Napier was, but everyone else seemed to, and it unnerved him.
“Oh you know Jack, he loves to be fashionably late!” She laughed softly and scanned the room too, her loosely done up hair bobbing slightly as she turned her head. Her eyes grew playful and she nudged him with her elbow. “There he is! By the band, he must have just slipped in that sneak!” There was an achingly handsome man across the room, on the same side as Harvey, speaking adamantly with the saxophone player of the band. He was tall and lean, his well tailored suit clinging to him in all the right places, his longish curly dirty blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. Girls would melt for a guy like that Bruce mused. The man turned a handsome face towards them and smiled, widely.
Bruce’s eyes went wide. He knew that smile anywhere, even without the scars marring the obscenely handsome face. “Joker…” He murmured. Rachel looked at him with a little concern.
“What’s wrong now?” She asked her voice a little tight. Bruce looked at her in barely guarded shock. That she was alive was a shock enough in this new Gotham, but that she was fiends with her own killer, it was too much for him to contemplate.
“Rachel…who is that man?” He rasped slightly.
“Bruce, your starting to scare me, did you hit your head or something? Jack Napier has been our friend for years! Almost as long as you and I!” She shook her head and sighed. “Bruce, I don’t know what is going on, but I am not in the mood right now, it’s a nice party and I intend to enjoy it.” She gave him a concerned look. “You’ve obviously worked yourself too hard, I suggest you try to enjoy yourself too.” With that being said she headed off towards her husband as ‘Jack Napier’ head across the room towards him.
He stiffened slightly, hands fisting at his sides as Jack stopped a few feet away. “Brucey! You made it! Good to see you.” He greeted, a charming smile on his face. He reached out and clapped his shoulder like they were old college buddies, Bruce supposed in this world they were. He tensed even more and Jack noticed it. “What’s wrong Bruce you look pale.” He asked voice concerned. Bruce’s mind reeled, this was not right, that face was not suppose to be so handsome, so normal, that voice was not supposed to sound so calm and natural. He was supposed to sound manic, look mad and make you wonder if he was going to hug you or go for your throat. Bruce opened his mouth to speak but his vision was rapidly graying and the world tilted sideways, the last thing he saw before he passed out from the overwhelming shock was the face of the Joker, sane and worried leaning over him.
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...)
Also much thanks to dark_dreymer for your help and inspiration with this part! ^_^
Pt 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214290.html
After getting dressed in a blur Bruce found himself seated at a tiny café across from the woman he had loved, whom he was quite certain only yesterday, had been dead. Rachel sat before him sipping ice water and looking like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She gave him an odd look at the bare hug she had received and now could take his blatant stare no loner. “Bruce, what is going on, you look like you haven’t seen me in years. What’s with the looks?” Bruce flushed a little and shook his head, he knew he was not in Gotham anymore, or at least the Gotham he knew, the fact that Rachel was alive was proof enough of that. Rachel had died, he had held the funeral for her himself. He cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry Rachel, I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately, I didn’t mean to seem rude.” He said smoothly and she relaxed giving him a soft smile.
“It’s alright Bruce. Look, I know we had some difficulties during the break up, but we’re still best friends, you know you can come to me if you need to talk.” She put her ice water down and gave the waiter a polite smile when he set her lunch down before her, setting Bruce’s down with the other hand, and heading back into the crowded café.
“Of course, likewise.” He murmured and picked up his own glass sipping thoughtfully. That they had broken up remaining the same in this Gotham was a little depressing and he sighed inwardly, hating the idea that maybe the fates were trying to tell him something.
“So, um, anyway, like I was saying, the scans went fine, I got copies if you want to see.” Rachel looked excited and appier then he had ever seen her. He raised a brow slightly confused.
“Scans? What Scans?”
She looked exasperated. “Of the ultrasound! Of my baby remember?” Bruce promptly choked on his water and began to cough violently. “Bruce! Are you alright?” She jumped up and thumped him on the back. He coughed a bit more face bright red and he waved her off.
“You’re pregnant!?” He sputtered and stared at her with wide albeit tearing eyes.
“Bruce you know I am! I’m two months along! You were the first person I told! Honestly! What is going on with you?” She demanded. His mind whirled trying to make up for his shocked blunder and he wiped his mouth with his napkin to buy himself some time.
“It was a joke…I’m sorry Rachel, I only mean to imply you look so amazing it’s hard to believe you’re pregnant.” Inwardly he was cringing at the idea of her carrying some one else’s child, it hurt, badly. She looked unconvinced but relaxed back into her chair.
“Really Bruce, you need to work on your sense of humor.”
“Your always telling me that.” He muttered and she laughed slipping back into her relaxed state.
“Yeah well it’s true. But I gotta say, with acting that good you should join the Gotham Players, they need good actors.” She teased and took a bite of her lunch. The rest of the meal went on outwardly pleasant enough, but inside Bruce felt like he was being slowly raked over coals. Rachel was alive, happy and pregnant in this Gotham, and none of it had to do with him, if there was a hell, he was sure this was it. They had parted after Bruce insisted he pay the check and Rachel had promised to save him a dance at the Charity Ball, which she had mentioned she and Harvey would also be attending. Bruce had slinked home sulking a bit the whole way.
A very long shower and one new suit later and Bruce Wayne stood in the main room of a penthouse that rivaled what his own had looked like. Elegantly dressed guests milled around, a smooth jazz band creating a laid back but high class atmosphere. Bruce, hand’s in his pocket had never felt more out of place among high society then at that moment. Then again, this was not his Gotham and these were not the high society people he had invited countless times to his own events.
“Bruce you made it!” Rachel called out dressed in a loose and flowing pale blue gown, she looked radiant and it stung Bruce deeply again just how happy she looked, but he pushed it aside. “You look dashing as ever.” She teased and gave him a playful nudge. Harvey was across the room, he gave them both a friendly wave before turning back to speaking with an elderly couple. Bruce stared at the whole faced and healthy man for several moments before looking back at Rachel.
“And you look lovely. Where is our host?” He asked looking around the room, scanning the sea of faces. He had no idea who Jack Napier was, but everyone else seemed to, and it unnerved him.
“Oh you know Jack, he loves to be fashionably late!” She laughed softly and scanned the room too, her loosely done up hair bobbing slightly as she turned her head. Her eyes grew playful and she nudged him with her elbow. “There he is! By the band, he must have just slipped in that sneak!” There was an achingly handsome man across the room, on the same side as Harvey, speaking adamantly with the saxophone player of the band. He was tall and lean, his well tailored suit clinging to him in all the right places, his longish curly dirty blonde hair pulled back in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck. Girls would melt for a guy like that Bruce mused. The man turned a handsome face towards them and smiled, widely.
Bruce’s eyes went wide. He knew that smile anywhere, even without the scars marring the obscenely handsome face. “Joker…” He murmured. Rachel looked at him with a little concern.
“What’s wrong now?” She asked her voice a little tight. Bruce looked at her in barely guarded shock. That she was alive was a shock enough in this new Gotham, but that she was fiends with her own killer, it was too much for him to contemplate.
“Rachel…who is that man?” He rasped slightly.
“Bruce, your starting to scare me, did you hit your head or something? Jack Napier has been our friend for years! Almost as long as you and I!” She shook her head and sighed. “Bruce, I don’t know what is going on, but I am not in the mood right now, it’s a nice party and I intend to enjoy it.” She gave him a concerned look. “You’ve obviously worked yourself too hard, I suggest you try to enjoy yourself too.” With that being said she headed off towards her husband as ‘Jack Napier’ head across the room towards him.
He stiffened slightly, hands fisting at his sides as Jack stopped a few feet away. “Brucey! You made it! Good to see you.” He greeted, a charming smile on his face. He reached out and clapped his shoulder like they were old college buddies, Bruce supposed in this world they were. He tensed even more and Jack noticed it. “What’s wrong Bruce you look pale.” He asked voice concerned. Bruce’s mind reeled, this was not right, that face was not suppose to be so handsome, so normal, that voice was not supposed to sound so calm and natural. He was supposed to sound manic, look mad and make you wonder if he was going to hug you or go for your throat. Bruce opened his mouth to speak but his vision was rapidly graying and the world tilted sideways, the last thing he saw before he passed out from the overwhelming shock was the face of the Joker, sane and worried leaning over him.