A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.4)
Title: A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.4)
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: PG-13 ( Drunk-ness and hot making out! XDD)
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...)
P.P.S....Thar be drunken fun in this chap...I am not sure if there shall be smut soon or not, I'll let you guys pick, if you want to see the sex scene lemme know X3
Part 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214290.html#cutid1
Part 2:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214664.html#cutid1
Part 3:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/216091.html#cutid1
Jack glared at his cell phone for the fifth time that afternoon, he had tried to call Bruce all day, he had wanted to check in on his friend after the fainting act he pulled at the children’s charity ball. The other playboy had been staunchly avoiding his calls, even Rachel called him and told him to get a hold of Bruce for her. They were all worried and Bruce’s sudden exclusiveness was not helping. Mind made up Jack Napier stuffed his cell phone into his jacket pocket and in flurry of Armani and Italian leather he exited his office, ignoring the threats of his secretary that if he missed the next meeting ‘he’d be in deep with Mr. Wayne.’ Jack rolled his eyes as headed out the door. It was ‘Mr. Wayne’ he was going to see.
~~~~~
Bruce stood in the study, dressed far more casually then the previous night, his old faded khakis and gray polo a comfortable change from his usual business attire. He had called in sick and spent most of the day fending off calls from both Rachel and Jack. Not wanting to deal with the bizarreness of those two in his life as they were, he instead wandered the halls of a Manor that had never burnt down, trying to learn everything he could from years of photos that in his world never happened. There were images of family vacations and holidays that brought tears and smiles too Bruce’s face and eyes. Alfred had peeked in politely from time to time, worried but respecting his young masters new desire for space.
In his head a million things were warring. His desire to go home was waning greatly despite the fact that logically he knew he needed too. He knew he couldn’t; stay there. He had realized if he was in this Gotham then the Bruce of this world must be in his Gotham too. Lord only knew how that guy was dealing with all of Bruce’s woes at once. Bruce had felt sorry for the idea of waking up in a world where one lost everything they loved and held dear. He knew all this wasn’t his, Rachel, his parents, it was like heaven to be able to talk to them again, to know they were alive and safe, but they weren’t his, they were the other Bruce’s, and he couldn’t bring himself to take that away from him. Every time Bruce had made peace with that line of thought he grew angry inside again. Why shouldn’t he be able to be happy too? When would it be his turn to finally have these things? A family, someone to love. Why did he always have to sacrifice his happiness? hadn’t he done it enough already?
Then a tiny voice in his head would remind him. You have to, you’re the Batman. But he would fight it, getting more angry; there was no Batman here, this Bruce never made him! The voice would sigh, and Bruce decided it sounded much to much like Alfred. You’re not him, you’re you, and you are the Batman….and you have to do what’s right. Then Bruce would feel defeated and more then a little depressed and go back to looking at photographs. The sound of his cell phone ringing made him sigh, no longer feeling like listening to the incessant tone he flipped open the top and answered. “Hello?”
“Finally! Bruce Wayne I have been trying to reach you all day!” The irate tone of Rachel Dent filled Bruce’s ears and he winced. “What is going on! You act weird, you faint at Jack’s party and then you don’t return my calls! Jack and Harvey and I are all very worried about you!”
Bruce sighed, he hated to lie to her but he couldn’t very well tell her the truth. ‘Gee Rachel, sorry I’ve been distant, see I’m not your Bruce, I’m from another Gotham, where Jack is the Joker he killed you, my parents are dead and I dress up in a Kevlar bat suit and fight crime.’ Yes, that would go over perfectly, he suppose he could have nice curtains in Arkham if he called ahead too. Finally deciding on an old stand by of being sick he dropped his voice an octave and rasped a little into the phone. “Sorry Rache, I’ve been feeling under the weather, I thought I could work through his on coming cold or something, guess it was worse then I thought.”
There was a pause and Bruce though she might call his lie out right. “Oh Bruce, honestly, you’re worse then your Dad! Do you have a fever?” Bruce almost wanted to laugh at yet another thinly veiled hint that his father was a workaholic.
“No, no fever, just feel really bad is all.”
“I’d come over and help Al make some soup for you, but I can’t risk it with the baby and all…will you be ok?” Bruce almost hated her for a moment but shook his head trying to clear it of such thoughts.
“No I’ll be fine, I just need some rest.”
“Well, ok…but at least call Jack, he’s been worried sick!”
Bruce rolled his eyes, still unnerved at the idea that he and Jack were supposed to be best friends. “I will. Bye.” he hung up and found himself surprised at how much he was regretting his conversation with her, it had almost been easier to loose her to the Joker, instead of loosing her heart so completely to Harvey Dent. He wondered if thinking all that made him as terrible a person as he felt for thinking them. A voice in the door way made him jump.
“You know, lying isn’t very nice.” Jack leaned in the doorway and gave Bruce a lazy yet guarded smile. “Rachel will be pissed if she finds out.” he came into the study and crossed his arms casually. He was in a gray and rather high fashion business suit, his hair loosely gelled back but free fro last nights ponytail. Bruce shrugged.
“If she finds out. What are you doing here?”
A look of hurt flashed across Jack’s face but was gone quickly. “I was worried about you, and hearing you lie just now, even more so. Why are you hiding out and not talking to us Bruce? We’re your friends, if something is wrong we want to know.”
Bruce panicked a little inside, Jack wouldn’t buy the sick excuse. “Look, it’s like I told you last night, I’m just over worked, I just didn’t want to tell Rachel that, I didn’t think she’d believe me.”
Jack frowned a little. “She would have, she knows you work yourself sick, we all do. We just worry.” His voice grew softer, “We care about you.”
Bruce felt his chest tighten for some reason but he nodded and gave a weak smile. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Jack seemed to shake himself an d brightened. “Hey it’s ok, I know how you can make it up to me! Tonight, we go out! We haven’t gone out yet this week and I know all our haunts will miss us if we don’t show!” Bruce raised a brow, trying not to picture himself in his bat suit and Jack as the Joker both sitting at a bar nursing drinks. He shook his head and Jack thought he was answering him because he moved and slung an arm around Bruce’s shoulders. “Come on Brucey! You need to loosen up already! Relax! All work and no play makes Bruce a dull boy!”
Bruce rolled his eyes, almost laughing a little at the huge puppy dog eyes Jack was attempting to win him over with. After few moments he sighed and caved, if he was going to get information about this Gotham for good use he supposed a drunk Jack would be a good start, and if he got him drunk enough, he could write off any strange questions Bruce might ask as the alcohol talking. “Alright, alright, just, quit giving me that look, it’s creepy.”
Jack laughed and clapped his shoulder, “I knew you couldn’t resist! I’ll be back here to pick you up at eight! Be ready or I’ll drag you out in whatever you have on, be it jammies or the nude…which might cause a little staring but hey whatever floats your boat!” With that he winked and flounced out of Wayne manor, leaving a slight scandalized Bruce Wayne wondering if he just made the worst mistake of his rapidly increasingly strange life.
~~
Jack was dressed to kill, his hair was loose and un-gelled, falling in gentle dirty blonde curls around his face, his navy blue silk dress shirt clung to him just right and his well tailored black slacks and high polished back shoes finished the casual yet dressy look perfectly. He hailed a cab not feeling like taking one of his cars and gave directions to Wayne Manor. Within fifteen minutes he stood at the front door, rapping firmly on the aged wood he grinned at Alfred when the old butler answered the door. “Ah, Master Jack, I see you’re looking quite handsome this evening, you and Master Bruce have a big evening planned?”
Jack moved past the other man and stood in the entry way. “Oh yeah, we’re just going to hit a few of our favorite spots. Is he ready?”
The butler sighed a little and shut the door. “Yes, I’ll let him know you’ve arrived.” he paused on the stairs. “Master Jack, please watch out for him tonight, he’s not himself lately. “
Jack grew serious, “I know, I will believe me. I won’t let him out of my sight for a minute.” appeased the Englishman left he guest and went to fetch the youngest Wayne. It was several moments before the soft echo of footfalls alerted him to Bruce’s arrival. Jack turned and faced him, grinning charmingly. Bruce’s eyes widened slightly and he smoothing the front of his blazer as if self consciousness. Bruce wore a navy blazer over a back tee-shirt and navy slacks, his dark shoes tapping slightly on the marble stair case. “Hey Bruce, ya look great.” He complemented, and meant it, of course, to him, Bruce always looked good.
Bruce flushed a little and ducked his head in thanks. “Yeah, you too.”
“This old thing?” He winked and thanked Alfred when the manservant opened the door for them. “I got us a cab, since neither of us should drive, cause I don’t know about you but I plan to have some drinks.” Bruce seemed to be alright with the idea of getting drunk for once and only nodded, not protesting like he usually did. Jack grinned and slipped in to sit beside him in the cab, trying not to press himself closer at the slight brush of Bruce’s leg against his. Whoah boy, what’s got me so worked up tonight? We do this all the time…but there is something different about him now, is that what’s making me feel like this? He took a deep mental breath and grinned at his fellow playboy. “Here’s to a good night out!”
~~~
Bruce hadn’t intended on getting drunk. Nope, not at all, no that was supposed to be just Jacks role this evening. Jack was suppose to the only one sloshed and unable to tell whether Bruce was drunk or crazy as he pumped him for information. However, fate seemed to have other plans as Bruce now found himself at their fourth bar of the night and more then tipsy, in fact he was flat out drunk. He sat at the bar, staring at his glass of bourbon and trying to figure out why there was a slightly transparent identical glass hover just above his. He glared slightly crossed eyed at it before turning to look at an equally drunk Jack who was swaying a little on his stool. “Dun’ know why you wan’ed to drink th’ ‘ard stuff! You n’er wanna before..” He slurred and poked at his own empty shot glass annoyed at it’s apparent lack of alcohol. They had given up on conversation by the second bar, Jack still thinking something was wrong and Bruce tired of trying to explain his sudden differences, so he was surprised when his companion spoke up. All the awkward silences had led to him drinking far more then he had planned, thus his totally and utter inebriation.
“Jus’ fel’ like it..” he mumbled back and squinted that the now slight rotating bottle of bourbon on the bar top.
“Nuh uh, you…you’ve been’ differ’en lat’ly not really you, you know?”
“No.” Bruce giggled a little and reach out to steady Jack but only succeeded in nearly falling off his own stool. “No, I do…I do know, see m’ not Bruce, well, m’ not your Bruce, ‘m a differ’en Bruce. I dunno how I go’ ‘ere at all!”
Jack giggled now too and tired to take another drink spilling the bourbon quite a bit. “Oh, tha’ makes sense then, I knew it wasn’ you..” He paused his drunken brain re-running Bruce’s statement. “You could be you know…if you wan’ed..”
“Could be wha’ ?”
“My Bruce, you said, “ He hiccupped a little, “You said you weren’t my Bruce, bu’ ya could be, if you wan’ed…I wan’ ya too.”
Bruce looked at him and giggled again, in his drunken state he forgot just how it was he was talking to, or what he was supposed to be doing talking to him drunkenly in the first place. He knew only a few things being this inebriated. One was that Jack was very handsome and had just admitted to wanting Bruce to be his, and two was that Jack was giving him a rather convincing ’come hither’ look. He grinned and leaned forward pressing a sloppy kiss to Jack’s cheek. “Yer cute..” he mumbled and Jack slung an arm around him when he tried to pull back. The feeling of the warm skin on his lips making them tingle a little.
Jack grinned back and pulled him close, nearly falling off his stool and taking Bruce with him. He pressed his lips to Bruce’s, kissing him with the kind of desperate heat that could only be achieved by being a certain level of drunk, and when kissing somebody you wanted for ages. Bruce kissed back, mind lost in a fog of alcohol and rapidly growing lust. Hands buried themselves in his hair and anchored him to the embrace, though he had entertained no thoughts of wanting to stop.
It had been so long since anyone had touched Bruce this way, he hadn’t taken many lovers in the time after Rachel’s death and having a warm willing body pressed to hiss was bliss. He had forgotten by the fifth kiss what his original plan had been, and by the seventh the only thing his drunk mind could think of was how to get Jack to keep making those little noises in the back of his throat and how to keep him that flushed and kissing him like that again.
~~~
Jack was in heaven, he was drunk as hell and would pay fro it in the morning, but he was in heaven none the less. He was kissing and being kissed by Bruce Wayne. His hands buried in his hair and the taste of bourbon and something that was just Bruce driving him crazy. He pulled away finally and grinned drunkenly at the tiny whimper that escaped Bruce’s lips. Jack stole another quick kiss and dragged Bruce off his stool. “C’mon..le’s go som’ere more private.” He rasped and Bruce seemed to like this idea quite a bit as he wrapped and arm around Jack’s waist leaving several bills on the bar he all but was dragged out onto the sidewalk by an now very insistent Bruce Wayne.
Hands roamed over his back even as he raised his own to hail a cab. Once inside, all bets of sitting side by side seemed to be off as he was hauled onto Bruce’s lap. He groaned when he felt his lips attacked again parting them and twining his tongue with Bruce’s questing one. He wrapped his arms around Bruce’s neck and they didn’t part until a cough from the cabbie alerted them they had arrived at Jack’s penthouse. The elevator ride up will filled with groping and more kisses, they made their way through his rooms with many pauses against a wall to continue the rather intense drunk make out session. When then finally reached Jack’s room Jack found himself on his back on his bed, and solid and hot Bruce Wayne stretched out on top of him, lips fastened to his neck. He moaned hotly and gripped his shoulders pushing him back a moment. “B…Bruce? You…you sure?” He asked, still beyond drunk, but having wanted this for so long, and now having it happen all at once he was a little unsure, he wanted it, oh god did he want it, but he wanted Bruce to want it too.
“…” Bruce stared down at him hard and for a moment Jack thought he would leave, but instead he leaned down and kissed him deep and thoroughly. “Yeah…wan’ you Jack…wan’ you so bad..” He panted and claimed his lips again. Jack closed his eyes surrendering himself fully now, Bruce wanted him, and that’s all that mattered.
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: PG-13 ( Drunk-ness and hot making out! XDD)
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...)
P.P.S....Thar be drunken fun in this chap...I am not sure if there shall be smut soon or not, I'll let you guys pick, if you want to see the sex scene lemme know X3
Part 1:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214290.html#cutid1
Part 2:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/214664.html#cutid1
Part 3:
http://community.livejournal.com/batmanjoker/216091.html#cutid1
Jack glared at his cell phone for the fifth time that afternoon, he had tried to call Bruce all day, he had wanted to check in on his friend after the fainting act he pulled at the children’s charity ball. The other playboy had been staunchly avoiding his calls, even Rachel called him and told him to get a hold of Bruce for her. They were all worried and Bruce’s sudden exclusiveness was not helping. Mind made up Jack Napier stuffed his cell phone into his jacket pocket and in flurry of Armani and Italian leather he exited his office, ignoring the threats of his secretary that if he missed the next meeting ‘he’d be in deep with Mr. Wayne.’ Jack rolled his eyes as headed out the door. It was ‘Mr. Wayne’ he was going to see.
~~~~~
Bruce stood in the study, dressed far more casually then the previous night, his old faded khakis and gray polo a comfortable change from his usual business attire. He had called in sick and spent most of the day fending off calls from both Rachel and Jack. Not wanting to deal with the bizarreness of those two in his life as they were, he instead wandered the halls of a Manor that had never burnt down, trying to learn everything he could from years of photos that in his world never happened. There were images of family vacations and holidays that brought tears and smiles too Bruce’s face and eyes. Alfred had peeked in politely from time to time, worried but respecting his young masters new desire for space.
In his head a million things were warring. His desire to go home was waning greatly despite the fact that logically he knew he needed too. He knew he couldn’t; stay there. He had realized if he was in this Gotham then the Bruce of this world must be in his Gotham too. Lord only knew how that guy was dealing with all of Bruce’s woes at once. Bruce had felt sorry for the idea of waking up in a world where one lost everything they loved and held dear. He knew all this wasn’t his, Rachel, his parents, it was like heaven to be able to talk to them again, to know they were alive and safe, but they weren’t his, they were the other Bruce’s, and he couldn’t bring himself to take that away from him. Every time Bruce had made peace with that line of thought he grew angry inside again. Why shouldn’t he be able to be happy too? When would it be his turn to finally have these things? A family, someone to love. Why did he always have to sacrifice his happiness? hadn’t he done it enough already?
Then a tiny voice in his head would remind him. You have to, you’re the Batman. But he would fight it, getting more angry; there was no Batman here, this Bruce never made him! The voice would sigh, and Bruce decided it sounded much to much like Alfred. You’re not him, you’re you, and you are the Batman….and you have to do what’s right. Then Bruce would feel defeated and more then a little depressed and go back to looking at photographs. The sound of his cell phone ringing made him sigh, no longer feeling like listening to the incessant tone he flipped open the top and answered. “Hello?”
“Finally! Bruce Wayne I have been trying to reach you all day!” The irate tone of Rachel Dent filled Bruce’s ears and he winced. “What is going on! You act weird, you faint at Jack’s party and then you don’t return my calls! Jack and Harvey and I are all very worried about you!”
Bruce sighed, he hated to lie to her but he couldn’t very well tell her the truth. ‘Gee Rachel, sorry I’ve been distant, see I’m not your Bruce, I’m from another Gotham, where Jack is the Joker he killed you, my parents are dead and I dress up in a Kevlar bat suit and fight crime.’ Yes, that would go over perfectly, he suppose he could have nice curtains in Arkham if he called ahead too. Finally deciding on an old stand by of being sick he dropped his voice an octave and rasped a little into the phone. “Sorry Rache, I’ve been feeling under the weather, I thought I could work through his on coming cold or something, guess it was worse then I thought.”
There was a pause and Bruce though she might call his lie out right. “Oh Bruce, honestly, you’re worse then your Dad! Do you have a fever?” Bruce almost wanted to laugh at yet another thinly veiled hint that his father was a workaholic.
“No, no fever, just feel really bad is all.”
“I’d come over and help Al make some soup for you, but I can’t risk it with the baby and all…will you be ok?” Bruce almost hated her for a moment but shook his head trying to clear it of such thoughts.
“No I’ll be fine, I just need some rest.”
“Well, ok…but at least call Jack, he’s been worried sick!”
Bruce rolled his eyes, still unnerved at the idea that he and Jack were supposed to be best friends. “I will. Bye.” he hung up and found himself surprised at how much he was regretting his conversation with her, it had almost been easier to loose her to the Joker, instead of loosing her heart so completely to Harvey Dent. He wondered if thinking all that made him as terrible a person as he felt for thinking them. A voice in the door way made him jump.
“You know, lying isn’t very nice.” Jack leaned in the doorway and gave Bruce a lazy yet guarded smile. “Rachel will be pissed if she finds out.” he came into the study and crossed his arms casually. He was in a gray and rather high fashion business suit, his hair loosely gelled back but free fro last nights ponytail. Bruce shrugged.
“If she finds out. What are you doing here?”
A look of hurt flashed across Jack’s face but was gone quickly. “I was worried about you, and hearing you lie just now, even more so. Why are you hiding out and not talking to us Bruce? We’re your friends, if something is wrong we want to know.”
Bruce panicked a little inside, Jack wouldn’t buy the sick excuse. “Look, it’s like I told you last night, I’m just over worked, I just didn’t want to tell Rachel that, I didn’t think she’d believe me.”
Jack frowned a little. “She would have, she knows you work yourself sick, we all do. We just worry.” His voice grew softer, “We care about you.”
Bruce felt his chest tighten for some reason but he nodded and gave a weak smile. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Jack seemed to shake himself an d brightened. “Hey it’s ok, I know how you can make it up to me! Tonight, we go out! We haven’t gone out yet this week and I know all our haunts will miss us if we don’t show!” Bruce raised a brow, trying not to picture himself in his bat suit and Jack as the Joker both sitting at a bar nursing drinks. He shook his head and Jack thought he was answering him because he moved and slung an arm around Bruce’s shoulders. “Come on Brucey! You need to loosen up already! Relax! All work and no play makes Bruce a dull boy!”
Bruce rolled his eyes, almost laughing a little at the huge puppy dog eyes Jack was attempting to win him over with. After few moments he sighed and caved, if he was going to get information about this Gotham for good use he supposed a drunk Jack would be a good start, and if he got him drunk enough, he could write off any strange questions Bruce might ask as the alcohol talking. “Alright, alright, just, quit giving me that look, it’s creepy.”
Jack laughed and clapped his shoulder, “I knew you couldn’t resist! I’ll be back here to pick you up at eight! Be ready or I’ll drag you out in whatever you have on, be it jammies or the nude…which might cause a little staring but hey whatever floats your boat!” With that he winked and flounced out of Wayne manor, leaving a slight scandalized Bruce Wayne wondering if he just made the worst mistake of his rapidly increasingly strange life.
~~
Jack was dressed to kill, his hair was loose and un-gelled, falling in gentle dirty blonde curls around his face, his navy blue silk dress shirt clung to him just right and his well tailored black slacks and high polished back shoes finished the casual yet dressy look perfectly. He hailed a cab not feeling like taking one of his cars and gave directions to Wayne Manor. Within fifteen minutes he stood at the front door, rapping firmly on the aged wood he grinned at Alfred when the old butler answered the door. “Ah, Master Jack, I see you’re looking quite handsome this evening, you and Master Bruce have a big evening planned?”
Jack moved past the other man and stood in the entry way. “Oh yeah, we’re just going to hit a few of our favorite spots. Is he ready?”
The butler sighed a little and shut the door. “Yes, I’ll let him know you’ve arrived.” he paused on the stairs. “Master Jack, please watch out for him tonight, he’s not himself lately. “
Jack grew serious, “I know, I will believe me. I won’t let him out of my sight for a minute.” appeased the Englishman left he guest and went to fetch the youngest Wayne. It was several moments before the soft echo of footfalls alerted him to Bruce’s arrival. Jack turned and faced him, grinning charmingly. Bruce’s eyes widened slightly and he smoothing the front of his blazer as if self consciousness. Bruce wore a navy blazer over a back tee-shirt and navy slacks, his dark shoes tapping slightly on the marble stair case. “Hey Bruce, ya look great.” He complemented, and meant it, of course, to him, Bruce always looked good.
Bruce flushed a little and ducked his head in thanks. “Yeah, you too.”
“This old thing?” He winked and thanked Alfred when the manservant opened the door for them. “I got us a cab, since neither of us should drive, cause I don’t know about you but I plan to have some drinks.” Bruce seemed to be alright with the idea of getting drunk for once and only nodded, not protesting like he usually did. Jack grinned and slipped in to sit beside him in the cab, trying not to press himself closer at the slight brush of Bruce’s leg against his. Whoah boy, what’s got me so worked up tonight? We do this all the time…but there is something different about him now, is that what’s making me feel like this? He took a deep mental breath and grinned at his fellow playboy. “Here’s to a good night out!”
~~~
Bruce hadn’t intended on getting drunk. Nope, not at all, no that was supposed to be just Jacks role this evening. Jack was suppose to the only one sloshed and unable to tell whether Bruce was drunk or crazy as he pumped him for information. However, fate seemed to have other plans as Bruce now found himself at their fourth bar of the night and more then tipsy, in fact he was flat out drunk. He sat at the bar, staring at his glass of bourbon and trying to figure out why there was a slightly transparent identical glass hover just above his. He glared slightly crossed eyed at it before turning to look at an equally drunk Jack who was swaying a little on his stool. “Dun’ know why you wan’ed to drink th’ ‘ard stuff! You n’er wanna before..” He slurred and poked at his own empty shot glass annoyed at it’s apparent lack of alcohol. They had given up on conversation by the second bar, Jack still thinking something was wrong and Bruce tired of trying to explain his sudden differences, so he was surprised when his companion spoke up. All the awkward silences had led to him drinking far more then he had planned, thus his totally and utter inebriation.
“Jus’ fel’ like it..” he mumbled back and squinted that the now slight rotating bottle of bourbon on the bar top.
“Nuh uh, you…you’ve been’ differ’en lat’ly not really you, you know?”
“No.” Bruce giggled a little and reach out to steady Jack but only succeeded in nearly falling off his own stool. “No, I do…I do know, see m’ not Bruce, well, m’ not your Bruce, ‘m a differ’en Bruce. I dunno how I go’ ‘ere at all!”
Jack giggled now too and tired to take another drink spilling the bourbon quite a bit. “Oh, tha’ makes sense then, I knew it wasn’ you..” He paused his drunken brain re-running Bruce’s statement. “You could be you know…if you wan’ed..”
“Could be wha’ ?”
“My Bruce, you said, “ He hiccupped a little, “You said you weren’t my Bruce, bu’ ya could be, if you wan’ed…I wan’ ya too.”
Bruce looked at him and giggled again, in his drunken state he forgot just how it was he was talking to, or what he was supposed to be doing talking to him drunkenly in the first place. He knew only a few things being this inebriated. One was that Jack was very handsome and had just admitted to wanting Bruce to be his, and two was that Jack was giving him a rather convincing ’come hither’ look. He grinned and leaned forward pressing a sloppy kiss to Jack’s cheek. “Yer cute..” he mumbled and Jack slung an arm around him when he tried to pull back. The feeling of the warm skin on his lips making them tingle a little.
Jack grinned back and pulled him close, nearly falling off his stool and taking Bruce with him. He pressed his lips to Bruce’s, kissing him with the kind of desperate heat that could only be achieved by being a certain level of drunk, and when kissing somebody you wanted for ages. Bruce kissed back, mind lost in a fog of alcohol and rapidly growing lust. Hands buried themselves in his hair and anchored him to the embrace, though he had entertained no thoughts of wanting to stop.
It had been so long since anyone had touched Bruce this way, he hadn’t taken many lovers in the time after Rachel’s death and having a warm willing body pressed to hiss was bliss. He had forgotten by the fifth kiss what his original plan had been, and by the seventh the only thing his drunk mind could think of was how to get Jack to keep making those little noises in the back of his throat and how to keep him that flushed and kissing him like that again.
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Jack was in heaven, he was drunk as hell and would pay fro it in the morning, but he was in heaven none the less. He was kissing and being kissed by Bruce Wayne. His hands buried in his hair and the taste of bourbon and something that was just Bruce driving him crazy. He pulled away finally and grinned drunkenly at the tiny whimper that escaped Bruce’s lips. Jack stole another quick kiss and dragged Bruce off his stool. “C’mon..le’s go som’ere more private.” He rasped and Bruce seemed to like this idea quite a bit as he wrapped and arm around Jack’s waist leaving several bills on the bar he all but was dragged out onto the sidewalk by an now very insistent Bruce Wayne.
Hands roamed over his back even as he raised his own to hail a cab. Once inside, all bets of sitting side by side seemed to be off as he was hauled onto Bruce’s lap. He groaned when he felt his lips attacked again parting them and twining his tongue with Bruce’s questing one. He wrapped his arms around Bruce’s neck and they didn’t part until a cough from the cabbie alerted them they had arrived at Jack’s penthouse. The elevator ride up will filled with groping and more kisses, they made their way through his rooms with many pauses against a wall to continue the rather intense drunk make out session. When then finally reached Jack’s room Jack found himself on his back on his bed, and solid and hot Bruce Wayne stretched out on top of him, lips fastened to his neck. He moaned hotly and gripped his shoulders pushing him back a moment. “B…Bruce? You…you sure?” He asked, still beyond drunk, but having wanted this for so long, and now having it happen all at once he was a little unsure, he wanted it, oh god did he want it, but he wanted Bruce to want it too.
“…” Bruce stared down at him hard and for a moment Jack thought he would leave, but instead he leaned down and kissed him deep and thoroughly. “Yeah…wan’ you Jack…wan’ you so bad..” He panted and claimed his lips again. Jack closed his eyes surrendering himself fully now, Bruce wanted him, and that’s all that mattered.