A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.8)
Title: A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.8)
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: PG-13
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...)
Because a lot of people wanted to see what was going on with Bruce in the dark Gotham here is a look at what has been going on. It has been three weeks since Jack and Bruce worked things out for reference when reading this. Also, updates may slow a little becsause I am working on applying to two schools and I have to get a lot of stuff in order, but I will try to keep at least one or two chapters going up a day! ^__^
The orderlies peeked into the cell one more time before sliding the viewing window shut. The man inside was slumped again the wall head hung in a mixture of defeat and drug induced near catatonia. It was an almost relief to the staff of Arkham. The infamous Prince of Gotham had fallen from his lofty perch and fallen hard if has behavior over the past three weeks had been any indication. Arkham had been alerted by a very worried Alfred Pennyworth, apparently Bruce Wayne had awoken on that morning three weeks ago demanding to speak with his deceased parents over the state of Wayne Manor, something that Alfred would not elaborate on, but the staff was more concerned at the fact the he billionaire playboy refused to admit that his parents had long since been dead, they didn’t feel the need to bring him in until he also began demanding to speak to a recently deceased Rachel Dawes. Several doctors on the Arkham staff firmly believed this was the result of years of un-addressed grief coupled with the loss of yet another loved one.
When Alfred finally gave in and brought him under the urging of the staff Wayne had become almost violent claiming it was some sort of set up and he wanted his father notified or at least Jack. The staff had no idea who this Jack person was but soon that was the only name Bruce Wayne would ask for. He would ask if Jack knew where he was, if he had been told anything and he had even gone so far as to say that even if his parents were being kept in the dark, Jack would find out and come for him. He continued to ask for his parents of course and even the late Miss Dawes but more often then not he was asking for this Jack person. The staff had tried to find out about him but in the end all they got was his name was Jack Napier and he was his best friend and could they please get a hold of him because Bruce needed him. They had run a check on the name and found nothing.
“He’s clam now, first time in days.” One of the orderlies commented. The other nodded.
“Yeah, but I can’t believe all of this. Whatever happened to him, it happened fast.”
“I know, and can you believe the deal with the Joker? He sees him in the day room and starts flippin out. Calling him ‘his Jack’ and actually trying to hug the man asking him why he was there too!” The orderly shook his head sadly.
“Oh yeah, then the Joker started screaming ‘how do you know that name?’ over and over. Had to sedate him and take him outta there which made Bruce flip out worse. Man. Thing sure have gone to hell fast for that guy.” The to orderlies shared a sympathetic look and turned away from the cell of Bruce Wayne and headed on to check the next inmate.
There was a long pause where nothing happened, then in a quite burst of movement and a shadow moved across the walls, the door to the cell creaked open and a scarred figure stood framed in the doorway. “Alright Mr. Wayne, we’re gonna have a little conversation.” sick little giggles followed the near whispered words. Bruce Wayne’s head rose weakly and he smiled in drunken fashion.
“Jack…”
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: PG-13
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...)
Because a lot of people wanted to see what was going on with Bruce in the dark Gotham here is a look at what has been going on. It has been three weeks since Jack and Bruce worked things out for reference when reading this. Also, updates may slow a little becsause I am working on applying to two schools and I have to get a lot of stuff in order, but I will try to keep at least one or two chapters going up a day! ^__^
The orderlies peeked into the cell one more time before sliding the viewing window shut. The man inside was slumped again the wall head hung in a mixture of defeat and drug induced near catatonia. It was an almost relief to the staff of Arkham. The infamous Prince of Gotham had fallen from his lofty perch and fallen hard if has behavior over the past three weeks had been any indication. Arkham had been alerted by a very worried Alfred Pennyworth, apparently Bruce Wayne had awoken on that morning three weeks ago demanding to speak with his deceased parents over the state of Wayne Manor, something that Alfred would not elaborate on, but the staff was more concerned at the fact the he billionaire playboy refused to admit that his parents had long since been dead, they didn’t feel the need to bring him in until he also began demanding to speak to a recently deceased Rachel Dawes. Several doctors on the Arkham staff firmly believed this was the result of years of un-addressed grief coupled with the loss of yet another loved one.
When Alfred finally gave in and brought him under the urging of the staff Wayne had become almost violent claiming it was some sort of set up and he wanted his father notified or at least Jack. The staff had no idea who this Jack person was but soon that was the only name Bruce Wayne would ask for. He would ask if Jack knew where he was, if he had been told anything and he had even gone so far as to say that even if his parents were being kept in the dark, Jack would find out and come for him. He continued to ask for his parents of course and even the late Miss Dawes but more often then not he was asking for this Jack person. The staff had tried to find out about him but in the end all they got was his name was Jack Napier and he was his best friend and could they please get a hold of him because Bruce needed him. They had run a check on the name and found nothing.
“He’s clam now, first time in days.” One of the orderlies commented. The other nodded.
“Yeah, but I can’t believe all of this. Whatever happened to him, it happened fast.”
“I know, and can you believe the deal with the Joker? He sees him in the day room and starts flippin out. Calling him ‘his Jack’ and actually trying to hug the man asking him why he was there too!” The orderly shook his head sadly.
“Oh yeah, then the Joker started screaming ‘how do you know that name?’ over and over. Had to sedate him and take him outta there which made Bruce flip out worse. Man. Thing sure have gone to hell fast for that guy.” The to orderlies shared a sympathetic look and turned away from the cell of Bruce Wayne and headed on to check the next inmate.
There was a long pause where nothing happened, then in a quite burst of movement and a shadow moved across the walls, the door to the cell creaked open and a scarred figure stood framed in the doorway. “Alright Mr. Wayne, we’re gonna have a little conversation.” sick little giggles followed the near whispered words. Bruce Wayne’s head rose weakly and he smiled in drunken fashion.
“Jack…”