A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.9)
Title: A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.9)
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: NC-17
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...)
Sorry it took a few days, but I had to do some stuff for school >< Anyways, hopefully I'll get back up to a chap or two a day ^__^
It had been three weeks. Three weeks of living in the other Gotham, seeing Rachel, and his parents who returned a few days after he and jack had gotten together. His parents had actually walked in on he and Jack kissing, which prompted a lot of sputtering and apologizing by both parties. His mother had simply laughed after all was said and done and kissed them both on the cheek before going upstairs to unpack, his father gave them both a searching look before saying “Just don’t let it interfere with work you two.” And left it at that, and Jack, well Jack was quickly proving to be a bigger problem then he had ever a anticipated.
He was a kind and loving friend, he proved time and time again that he loved Bruce. Everyday he showed him in every way how much he cared, and was always willing to put down his own things and help Bruce when he wasn’t sure what to do in this Gotham. He would always joke that Bruce was working so hard he was forgetting the simplest things. More then all that though was that Jack was also an amazing lover. Considerate and eager to please the nights, and now increasingly days he spent with Jack in his arms, well, it was getting harder to tell himself it was just for the other Bruce and Jack that he did this. He was no closer to finding a way home and the more time Bruce spent with Jack and his family the more he found he wasn’t as anxious to get home. He knew it was a bad sign, and that he couldn’t really stay, but he couldn’t find himself the motivation to look harder for a way home then he was.
Bruce was currently on his back, a very enthusiastic Jack in his lap, leaning over and kissing him breathless while he rode him slow and passionately into he mattress. They were in Bruce’s bedroom, it was mid afternoon and the light was spilling in through the thin curtains casting a warm gold glow to everything. He looked up and found his breath stolen once more, this time by the sight of his lover, skin brushed gold and curls aglow buy the sunlight, he looked back at Bruce with shimmering eyes, love and desire deep in their dark depths. “God you’re beautiful.” He gasped out, and Jack grinned at him, leaning down to kiss him again, hips moving steadily and hands moving to clutch Bruce’s shoulders.
“So…are…you.” He groaned back and bucked his hips a little to the side, his eyes going wide and his back arching as Bruce nudged that place inside that made him see stars. He began to angle his hips like that every time he lowered himself on Bruce again and again. Bruce’s own hips began to snap upward faster, his hand closing around Jack’s hip, the other around Jack’s arousal. He fisted him firmly as the rhythm picked up eyes riveted to the gorgeous man writhing on top of him, Jack’s head threw back, his back arched and his hands clenched as a few more hard deep thrusts sent him over the edge. Crying out Bruce’s name he continued to ride out his orgasm, muscles clenching around Bruce pushing him over the edge to spill himself deep into the inviting body above him.
Jack collapsed to the bed and curled up against him once Bruce had slipped out of him. Bruce gathered him close and closed his eyes. Drinking in the feeling of the other man pressed to him, the afterglow singing in his veins. This was right, this was perfect, this was…his eyes snapped open and he looked down at Jack with awe and growing worry. This was love. Jack looked up at him and smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before taking in the slightly worried look. “Bruce….what’s wrong?” He asked propping himself on one elbow.
Bruce felt his heart constrict at the sight of his lover, cheeks still flushed, hair sexily tousled and eyes warm. All for him. “I..I love you.” He said voice still a little in awe. Jack just gave him a beaming smile, and kissed him again.
“I love you too Bruce.” He moved to lay back down but Bruce stopped him, a look of slight panic on his face.
“No…Jack….I really love you.”
Jack raised a brow and then his look softened, “I know Bruce, and it’s ok. It’s ok that you love me, because I love you.” He murmured and pulled Bruce in to kiss him deeply. Bruce sank back to the bed pushing Jack onto his back and pressing fervent kisses to his lips face and neck, all the while his heart sinking in spite of the fact he knew now, he was in love, with someone he was never meant to have.
~~~
The Joker was a man of many talents. He was currently employing several of them now as he snuck both himself and the newly insane Bruce Wayne from Arkham Asylum. This was proving to be harder then usual as the other man would do two things, one be quite and two stop touching him. By the third aborted hug attempt he had thrown Wayne against a wall and pinned him there demanding that he stop touching him or he’d loose whatever it was that made the contact. Bruce had actually looked so hurt by that that he released him with a grunt of frustration and dragged him down the hallway.
“But, Jack…I don’t understand…why are you so angry with me? How did we end up there anyway? Is it some kind of frame job?”
Joker paused and looked at him hard. “Oh man Brucey, you have gone off the deep end and never even looked back up haven’t you? First of all, don’t call me Jack, don’t you ever call me that name again or I will kill you. Second of all, no frame job landed me here, and it sure didn’t get you here either. You’re little brain got bent…worse then mine if that’s possible…” He paused and hotwired the door locking mechanism dragging Bruce out into the cold air of the lot behind Arkham and into the woods at a halting run. “I’m not angry Brucey, except when you keep touching me.”
“But…well..you never minded it before.” He said sounding a little hurt still. Joker turned on him.
“There you go again, talking like we’ve know each other for ever! I don’t know how you found out that old name or why but we don’t know each other got it? We never have! I never even heard of you till I crashed your damn party.”
“What party? Jack…we’ve been best friends for years, we went to school together….we even lived together for a year once!”
Joker stopped and stared at him like he had a forth head. “What DID they do to you?” He mumbled and rolled his eyes when Bruce lunged forward and hugged him tightly around he waist. “You know what…I’m gonna chalk this all up to the meds…yup…it’s the damned shit they give ya at Arkham, come on, we can go hide at your place since I broke ya out.”
Bruce nodded eyes a little teary and followed the Joker out of the woods to a highway following it back towards the road that would take them to Wayne Manor under his directions, his straitjacket having been removed in the woods as they made their way towards his home.
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: NC-17
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...)
Sorry it took a few days, but I had to do some stuff for school >< Anyways, hopefully I'll get back up to a chap or two a day ^__^
It had been three weeks. Three weeks of living in the other Gotham, seeing Rachel, and his parents who returned a few days after he and jack had gotten together. His parents had actually walked in on he and Jack kissing, which prompted a lot of sputtering and apologizing by both parties. His mother had simply laughed after all was said and done and kissed them both on the cheek before going upstairs to unpack, his father gave them both a searching look before saying “Just don’t let it interfere with work you two.” And left it at that, and Jack, well Jack was quickly proving to be a bigger problem then he had ever a anticipated.
He was a kind and loving friend, he proved time and time again that he loved Bruce. Everyday he showed him in every way how much he cared, and was always willing to put down his own things and help Bruce when he wasn’t sure what to do in this Gotham. He would always joke that Bruce was working so hard he was forgetting the simplest things. More then all that though was that Jack was also an amazing lover. Considerate and eager to please the nights, and now increasingly days he spent with Jack in his arms, well, it was getting harder to tell himself it was just for the other Bruce and Jack that he did this. He was no closer to finding a way home and the more time Bruce spent with Jack and his family the more he found he wasn’t as anxious to get home. He knew it was a bad sign, and that he couldn’t really stay, but he couldn’t find himself the motivation to look harder for a way home then he was.
Bruce was currently on his back, a very enthusiastic Jack in his lap, leaning over and kissing him breathless while he rode him slow and passionately into he mattress. They were in Bruce’s bedroom, it was mid afternoon and the light was spilling in through the thin curtains casting a warm gold glow to everything. He looked up and found his breath stolen once more, this time by the sight of his lover, skin brushed gold and curls aglow buy the sunlight, he looked back at Bruce with shimmering eyes, love and desire deep in their dark depths. “God you’re beautiful.” He gasped out, and Jack grinned at him, leaning down to kiss him again, hips moving steadily and hands moving to clutch Bruce’s shoulders.
“So…are…you.” He groaned back and bucked his hips a little to the side, his eyes going wide and his back arching as Bruce nudged that place inside that made him see stars. He began to angle his hips like that every time he lowered himself on Bruce again and again. Bruce’s own hips began to snap upward faster, his hand closing around Jack’s hip, the other around Jack’s arousal. He fisted him firmly as the rhythm picked up eyes riveted to the gorgeous man writhing on top of him, Jack’s head threw back, his back arched and his hands clenched as a few more hard deep thrusts sent him over the edge. Crying out Bruce’s name he continued to ride out his orgasm, muscles clenching around Bruce pushing him over the edge to spill himself deep into the inviting body above him.
Jack collapsed to the bed and curled up against him once Bruce had slipped out of him. Bruce gathered him close and closed his eyes. Drinking in the feeling of the other man pressed to him, the afterglow singing in his veins. This was right, this was perfect, this was…his eyes snapped open and he looked down at Jack with awe and growing worry. This was love. Jack looked up at him and smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before taking in the slightly worried look. “Bruce….what’s wrong?” He asked propping himself on one elbow.
Bruce felt his heart constrict at the sight of his lover, cheeks still flushed, hair sexily tousled and eyes warm. All for him. “I..I love you.” He said voice still a little in awe. Jack just gave him a beaming smile, and kissed him again.
“I love you too Bruce.” He moved to lay back down but Bruce stopped him, a look of slight panic on his face.
“No…Jack….I really love you.”
Jack raised a brow and then his look softened, “I know Bruce, and it’s ok. It’s ok that you love me, because I love you.” He murmured and pulled Bruce in to kiss him deeply. Bruce sank back to the bed pushing Jack onto his back and pressing fervent kisses to his lips face and neck, all the while his heart sinking in spite of the fact he knew now, he was in love, with someone he was never meant to have.
~~~
The Joker was a man of many talents. He was currently employing several of them now as he snuck both himself and the newly insane Bruce Wayne from Arkham Asylum. This was proving to be harder then usual as the other man would do two things, one be quite and two stop touching him. By the third aborted hug attempt he had thrown Wayne against a wall and pinned him there demanding that he stop touching him or he’d loose whatever it was that made the contact. Bruce had actually looked so hurt by that that he released him with a grunt of frustration and dragged him down the hallway.
“But, Jack…I don’t understand…why are you so angry with me? How did we end up there anyway? Is it some kind of frame job?”
Joker paused and looked at him hard. “Oh man Brucey, you have gone off the deep end and never even looked back up haven’t you? First of all, don’t call me Jack, don’t you ever call me that name again or I will kill you. Second of all, no frame job landed me here, and it sure didn’t get you here either. You’re little brain got bent…worse then mine if that’s possible…” He paused and hotwired the door locking mechanism dragging Bruce out into the cold air of the lot behind Arkham and into the woods at a halting run. “I’m not angry Brucey, except when you keep touching me.”
“But…well..you never minded it before.” He said sounding a little hurt still. Joker turned on him.
“There you go again, talking like we’ve know each other for ever! I don’t know how you found out that old name or why but we don’t know each other got it? We never have! I never even heard of you till I crashed your damn party.”
“What party? Jack…we’ve been best friends for years, we went to school together….we even lived together for a year once!”
Joker stopped and stared at him like he had a forth head. “What DID they do to you?” He mumbled and rolled his eyes when Bruce lunged forward and hugged him tightly around he waist. “You know what…I’m gonna chalk this all up to the meds…yup…it’s the damned shit they give ya at Arkham, come on, we can go hide at your place since I broke ya out.”
Bruce nodded eyes a little teary and followed the Joker out of the woods to a highway following it back towards the road that would take them to Wayne Manor under his directions, his straitjacket having been removed in the woods as they made their way towards his home.