A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.3)
Title: A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.3)
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...)
Part 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214290.html#cutid1
Part 2:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214664.html#cutid1
Jack Napier frowned slightly, Bruce Wayne was sprawled out on his bed, out cold and dead to the world. Had this simply been the result of another one of their nights out on the town he would have considered pulling a prank on his friend of eighteen years and put shaving cream in his hand an tickled his nose or even slipped into bed with him and let him have a minor identity crisis before laughing and reassuring him of his own sexuality. They had certainly had a few close calls in the past year with that particular issue. They always went out to the clubs at least once or twice a week, and usually the ended up in one or the other’s bed, sometimes clothed sometimes not, but never was either of them carrying the tell tale signs of a drunken tryst. Not that Jack would have minded terribly. Bruce was a handsome and charming man, and Jack had long since come to terms with the direction his tastes went in. Women were lovely and fascinating creatures to be sure, but men, or rather he supposed, Bruce, as no other man had caught he favor quite like the fellow playboy had, was a whole new ball game.
They had known each other since grade school, even roomed together at college, well as long as he had stayed at college, Bruce dropped out a semester before Jack had followed suit, both their parents had loved that, but Jack had found the campus life to be useless without his best friend there. Of course he had known it would never work out between them, the first time Brue had woken up curled against him after a night of heavy clubbing and let out the most indignant yelp he had ever heard and scooted away so fast he tumbled out of bed that he had no chance. The panic in his face was proof enough. Looking at the passed out man now he couldn’t help the feeling something wasn’t right, he knew Bruce better then he knew himself and as odd as it sounded in his own mind, this seemed a like a different man, it was Bruce, it was his face, his body he was sure, but something was different. Said man groaned and Jack swift slipped back into his laid back joking role. “Well hello sleeping beauty! How’s your head?” He chirped as he picked up the cool cloth he had placed on the bedside table and pressed it to Bruce’s forehead sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Bruce, who’s eyes were still closed frowned. “What happened?” He muttered hand rising to grip to cloth, his finger’s brushing over the back of Jack’s hand. The contact caused a little shiver to run up his spine and he gave the man a charming smile even though he wasn’t looking.
“You fainted after I came over to talk to you,” He paused and grinned, “you know, usually that’s what the girls do, not the guys, but I was told I looked good in my new suit.”
Bruce’s eyes had snapped open and he sat up looking at him with something akin to horror. “Shut up.” He growled absently and backed away from Jack’s hand still holding on to part of the cloth. Jack released it and shrugged rising as he spoke.
“Whatever, it’s fine Bruce, I told the other guests that you had been pulling one to many all nighters in the office and it was a case of exhaustion. They bought and we called an early night, I’ve rescheduled the ball.” He crossed his arms lightly and took in the expression on his friend’s face. Bruce looked lost, and confused and totally at odds with the whole situation.
~~
Bruce stared at Jack Napier, still in his suit although the jacket was gone and he had exposed the well fit vest and dress shirt underneath, his tie was gone and few buttons of his shirt undone. Bruce looked down at himself to verify he was down to his pants and dress shirt. He couldn’t help but feel a little violated when thinking the other man had divested him of some of his clothes. “…Thanks.” The words being addressed to that man felt wrong, even if it was a different man then the Joker he knew. Dark eyes softened from their concerned look and he grinned easily at Bruce.
“Hey, not a big deal, I need a better band, that smooth jazz was putting the guests to sleep, or least it was me anyway.” He dropped his arms and dropped gracefully to sit on the foot of the bed. Bruce tensed and swung his legs over the side, feet touching the cold hardwood floor. “Where’s Rachel?” He was sure that if he had fainted or gotten hurt, she would have stuck around, he would have for her regardless if they were together or not.
“Home, left with Harvey with the rest of the guests.” Ouch. Or not, he frowned and stood up swaying slightly. Jack jumped up and placing steadying hands on wither of Bruce’s shoulders. His hands were hot through he thin material of Bruce’s dress shirt.
“Hey, easy there! You fainted like two hours ago, you’re probably still a little light headed.” Jack pinned him with concerned warm eyes, and Bruce felt his mind spin again. “Why don’t you stay here then night, you can get some good sleep, I can crash on the couch.” He offered, hands still gripping his shoulders.
Bruce pulled away trying like hell to steady himself, when he finally felt like he could take a step without fainting he shook his head slowly. “No….no I’m fine, I just need to get home, I appreciate your offer though.”
Now Jack looked annoyed, “ ‘Appreciate you offer’? Jesus Bruce, you sound like we’re business partners or something, did I piss you off?” He crossed his arms and gave him a worried and irritated glare. Something which Bruce had previously thought was a look only Alfred could pull off. As much as he wanted to scream at the man that he wasn’t mad just confused as all get out and freaked because the worst criminal in the history of Gotham and the murder or his best friends and love was apparent his best friend in this world, he couldn’t risk having them throw him in Arkham if there even still was an Arkham or any other mental institution, otherwise he’d never find a way home.
“I’m sorry Jo-Jack. You didn’t make me mad, I’ve just been over worked, with the, um..” he flailed, he had no idea what this Bruce’s had been working on.
Jack raised a brow, “On the new deal with Dyna Corp? Hey it’s understandable, that company is in a bad way, and Wayne Enterprises is just what the doctor ordered. I just hope you and Mr. W are careful with this one.”
“Of course, I mean…yeah, we will, excuse me Jack, I need to get home.” He gave the other man a forced friendly pat on the shoulder, and gathered up his jacket and toed on his shoes. He drove home in a daze tired and just wanting to get to the Batcave and find a way home, this world, this Gotham was too much for any rational man to handle, at least in Bruce’s opinion. He dragged himself into Wayne Manor and headed to the back, towards a back elevator that would take him down to the Batcave. He would have simple slumped against the elevator car wall, however he was now standing before a blank and quite solid wall. “Alfred!” He called, and placed his hands on the cool surface.
“Yes Master Bruce?” The elder Englishman stood by his elbow, and Bruce nearly jumped, he hated that Alfred was the only man who could sneak up on him still. “Are you quite alright, Master Jack called and informed me you fainted at the party.”
“I’m fine, but where is the elevator?”
“What elevator sir?”
Bruce shot a frustrated look at Alfred. “The one that goes to the Batcave Alfred! The one I used every night and have for quite a few years?” He voice was rising with pitch and annoyance.
“Sir, there has never been an elevator here.” He looked quite concerned at his young master and cleared his throat. “I think I’ll just go give your parents a ring sir, you fainting and now this, something is amiss sir and your mother would have my head if I didn’t let her know.”
Bruce stopped dead in his inspection of the wall and turned to face Alfred slowly. “My mother?”
“Yes Master Bruce, I know you’re a grown man but if you’re ill you parents must be notified.”
Bruce’s mind whirled, and the pieces began to fit together, Rachel alive and married to a full faced Harvey Dent, no Joker instead a handsome and quite sane Jack Napier, a missing elevator to a probably now non existent Batcave, and his parents, oh god, his parents were alive. He leaned heavily against the wall, if his mother and father were alive, that meant he meant he had never went through all he had, and the Bat, well, if he had never lost his parents, he never would have had the need to create the Batman. Alfred’s voice brought him back to the present. “What was that? I’m sorry Alfred, I zoned out for a minute.”
“More like five sir, but I must insist you go lie down while I call your mother and father.”
Bruce shook his head, but allowed himself to be taken to the study and he lay back on the couch. “Where are they?”
“Oh I expect Tokyo by now, the last leg of their journey, You mother was anxious to get home when she called yesterday, she does hate going to all those charity evens and conventions, but she hates being left behind by your father even more.” Alfred rambled absently as he fussed over Bruce a little longer and then left to get the phone. Bruce remained on the couch mind wandering and unsure if he could handle all this information at once. Alfred came back in a few moments later and held out the phone with a small smile. “Your mother sir.”
Mom. His throat tighten and he thought he wouldn’t be able to speak. “….Mom?” There was a little static on the other end but the soft family voice that brought an ache to his chest sounded clear and affectionately concerned.
“ ‘mom’? It’s been a while since you called me that you must be ill! Alfred called us and told us you fainted and you’ve been acting strangely, do you need me to come home early? There’s only a few more events and I am sure you’re father can handle them on his own!” Bruce felt tears well up in his eyes at the love and concern in Martha Wayne’s voice. He fought the tears and rubbed his eyes harshly.
“No…no, it’s ok mother, I’m fine, just over worked with the new deal.” He cleared his throat thickly and ignored the now quite worried look of Alfred.
“I told your father you had too much going on to worry about that deal too, but you know he thinks everyone can do a million things like he can, it’s impossible to work with that man sometimes.” She said affectionately and then paused. “Bruce, sweetheart, you’d tell me if you were really sick wouldn’t you? I know you’re all grown up now, but I am still your mother!”
“You know I would mom.”
“I know nothing of the sort!” She teased softly then laughed a little. “Alright, if your sure you’re alight?”
“I’m fine.”
“Alright then, we’ll be home soon alright?”
“Ok…mom?”
“Yes Bruce?”
“….I love you.”
“ Bruce…I love you too sweetie. Get some rest you’re worrying everyone!” She admonished gently and the line went dead. Bruce took a deep steadying breath and wiped his face again before handing the phone back to Alfred. Without another word he rose and went to his room, body and mind exhausted.
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...)
Part 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214290.html#cutid1
Part 2:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214664.html#cutid1
Jack Napier frowned slightly, Bruce Wayne was sprawled out on his bed, out cold and dead to the world. Had this simply been the result of another one of their nights out on the town he would have considered pulling a prank on his friend of eighteen years and put shaving cream in his hand an tickled his nose or even slipped into bed with him and let him have a minor identity crisis before laughing and reassuring him of his own sexuality. They had certainly had a few close calls in the past year with that particular issue. They always went out to the clubs at least once or twice a week, and usually the ended up in one or the other’s bed, sometimes clothed sometimes not, but never was either of them carrying the tell tale signs of a drunken tryst. Not that Jack would have minded terribly. Bruce was a handsome and charming man, and Jack had long since come to terms with the direction his tastes went in. Women were lovely and fascinating creatures to be sure, but men, or rather he supposed, Bruce, as no other man had caught he favor quite like the fellow playboy had, was a whole new ball game.
They had known each other since grade school, even roomed together at college, well as long as he had stayed at college, Bruce dropped out a semester before Jack had followed suit, both their parents had loved that, but Jack had found the campus life to be useless without his best friend there. Of course he had known it would never work out between them, the first time Brue had woken up curled against him after a night of heavy clubbing and let out the most indignant yelp he had ever heard and scooted away so fast he tumbled out of bed that he had no chance. The panic in his face was proof enough. Looking at the passed out man now he couldn’t help the feeling something wasn’t right, he knew Bruce better then he knew himself and as odd as it sounded in his own mind, this seemed a like a different man, it was Bruce, it was his face, his body he was sure, but something was different. Said man groaned and Jack swift slipped back into his laid back joking role. “Well hello sleeping beauty! How’s your head?” He chirped as he picked up the cool cloth he had placed on the bedside table and pressed it to Bruce’s forehead sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Bruce, who’s eyes were still closed frowned. “What happened?” He muttered hand rising to grip to cloth, his finger’s brushing over the back of Jack’s hand. The contact caused a little shiver to run up his spine and he gave the man a charming smile even though he wasn’t looking.
“You fainted after I came over to talk to you,” He paused and grinned, “you know, usually that’s what the girls do, not the guys, but I was told I looked good in my new suit.”
Bruce’s eyes had snapped open and he sat up looking at him with something akin to horror. “Shut up.” He growled absently and backed away from Jack’s hand still holding on to part of the cloth. Jack released it and shrugged rising as he spoke.
“Whatever, it’s fine Bruce, I told the other guests that you had been pulling one to many all nighters in the office and it was a case of exhaustion. They bought and we called an early night, I’ve rescheduled the ball.” He crossed his arms lightly and took in the expression on his friend’s face. Bruce looked lost, and confused and totally at odds with the whole situation.
~~
Bruce stared at Jack Napier, still in his suit although the jacket was gone and he had exposed the well fit vest and dress shirt underneath, his tie was gone and few buttons of his shirt undone. Bruce looked down at himself to verify he was down to his pants and dress shirt. He couldn’t help but feel a little violated when thinking the other man had divested him of some of his clothes. “…Thanks.” The words being addressed to that man felt wrong, even if it was a different man then the Joker he knew. Dark eyes softened from their concerned look and he grinned easily at Bruce.
“Hey, not a big deal, I need a better band, that smooth jazz was putting the guests to sleep, or least it was me anyway.” He dropped his arms and dropped gracefully to sit on the foot of the bed. Bruce tensed and swung his legs over the side, feet touching the cold hardwood floor. “Where’s Rachel?” He was sure that if he had fainted or gotten hurt, she would have stuck around, he would have for her regardless if they were together or not.
“Home, left with Harvey with the rest of the guests.” Ouch. Or not, he frowned and stood up swaying slightly. Jack jumped up and placing steadying hands on wither of Bruce’s shoulders. His hands were hot through he thin material of Bruce’s dress shirt.
“Hey, easy there! You fainted like two hours ago, you’re probably still a little light headed.” Jack pinned him with concerned warm eyes, and Bruce felt his mind spin again. “Why don’t you stay here then night, you can get some good sleep, I can crash on the couch.” He offered, hands still gripping his shoulders.
Bruce pulled away trying like hell to steady himself, when he finally felt like he could take a step without fainting he shook his head slowly. “No….no I’m fine, I just need to get home, I appreciate your offer though.”
Now Jack looked annoyed, “ ‘Appreciate you offer’? Jesus Bruce, you sound like we’re business partners or something, did I piss you off?” He crossed his arms and gave him a worried and irritated glare. Something which Bruce had previously thought was a look only Alfred could pull off. As much as he wanted to scream at the man that he wasn’t mad just confused as all get out and freaked because the worst criminal in the history of Gotham and the murder or his best friends and love was apparent his best friend in this world, he couldn’t risk having them throw him in Arkham if there even still was an Arkham or any other mental institution, otherwise he’d never find a way home.
“I’m sorry Jo-Jack. You didn’t make me mad, I’ve just been over worked, with the, um..” he flailed, he had no idea what this Bruce’s had been working on.
Jack raised a brow, “On the new deal with Dyna Corp? Hey it’s understandable, that company is in a bad way, and Wayne Enterprises is just what the doctor ordered. I just hope you and Mr. W are careful with this one.”
“Of course, I mean…yeah, we will, excuse me Jack, I need to get home.” He gave the other man a forced friendly pat on the shoulder, and gathered up his jacket and toed on his shoes. He drove home in a daze tired and just wanting to get to the Batcave and find a way home, this world, this Gotham was too much for any rational man to handle, at least in Bruce’s opinion. He dragged himself into Wayne Manor and headed to the back, towards a back elevator that would take him down to the Batcave. He would have simple slumped against the elevator car wall, however he was now standing before a blank and quite solid wall. “Alfred!” He called, and placed his hands on the cool surface.
“Yes Master Bruce?” The elder Englishman stood by his elbow, and Bruce nearly jumped, he hated that Alfred was the only man who could sneak up on him still. “Are you quite alright, Master Jack called and informed me you fainted at the party.”
“I’m fine, but where is the elevator?”
“What elevator sir?”
Bruce shot a frustrated look at Alfred. “The one that goes to the Batcave Alfred! The one I used every night and have for quite a few years?” He voice was rising with pitch and annoyance.
“Sir, there has never been an elevator here.” He looked quite concerned at his young master and cleared his throat. “I think I’ll just go give your parents a ring sir, you fainting and now this, something is amiss sir and your mother would have my head if I didn’t let her know.”
Bruce stopped dead in his inspection of the wall and turned to face Alfred slowly. “My mother?”
“Yes Master Bruce, I know you’re a grown man but if you’re ill you parents must be notified.”
Bruce’s mind whirled, and the pieces began to fit together, Rachel alive and married to a full faced Harvey Dent, no Joker instead a handsome and quite sane Jack Napier, a missing elevator to a probably now non existent Batcave, and his parents, oh god, his parents were alive. He leaned heavily against the wall, if his mother and father were alive, that meant he meant he had never went through all he had, and the Bat, well, if he had never lost his parents, he never would have had the need to create the Batman. Alfred’s voice brought him back to the present. “What was that? I’m sorry Alfred, I zoned out for a minute.”
“More like five sir, but I must insist you go lie down while I call your mother and father.”
Bruce shook his head, but allowed himself to be taken to the study and he lay back on the couch. “Where are they?”
“Oh I expect Tokyo by now, the last leg of their journey, You mother was anxious to get home when she called yesterday, she does hate going to all those charity evens and conventions, but she hates being left behind by your father even more.” Alfred rambled absently as he fussed over Bruce a little longer and then left to get the phone. Bruce remained on the couch mind wandering and unsure if he could handle all this information at once. Alfred came back in a few moments later and held out the phone with a small smile. “Your mother sir.”
Mom. His throat tighten and he thought he wouldn’t be able to speak. “….Mom?” There was a little static on the other end but the soft family voice that brought an ache to his chest sounded clear and affectionately concerned.
“ ‘mom’? It’s been a while since you called me that you must be ill! Alfred called us and told us you fainted and you’ve been acting strangely, do you need me to come home early? There’s only a few more events and I am sure you’re father can handle them on his own!” Bruce felt tears well up in his eyes at the love and concern in Martha Wayne’s voice. He fought the tears and rubbed his eyes harshly.
“No…no, it’s ok mother, I’m fine, just over worked with the new deal.” He cleared his throat thickly and ignored the now quite worried look of Alfred.
“I told your father you had too much going on to worry about that deal too, but you know he thinks everyone can do a million things like he can, it’s impossible to work with that man sometimes.” She said affectionately and then paused. “Bruce, sweetheart, you’d tell me if you were really sick wouldn’t you? I know you’re all grown up now, but I am still your mother!”
“You know I would mom.”
“I know nothing of the sort!” She teased softly then laughed a little. “Alright, if your sure you’re alight?”
“I’m fine.”
“Alright then, we’ll be home soon alright?”
“Ok…mom?”
“Yes Bruce?”
“….I love you.”
“ Bruce…I love you too sweetie. Get some rest you’re worrying everyone!” She admonished gently and the line went dead. Bruce took a deep steadying breath and wiped his face again before handing the phone back to Alfred. Without another word he rose and went to his room, body and mind exhausted.