A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.10)
Title: A World of Dreams and Nightmares (pt.10)
Author:Moni_Mama
Beta:mayphoenix
Rating: PG-13 this chap
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?
My thanks goes out to jokerluv who helped me kick my butt into gear, heatherhouse who helped me work out some of the next chapter to come and inspired me killing my writers block (*bows to your awesomeness*) and the fabulous mayphoenix who offered to become my beta and has done a phenomenal job...and to the rest of the community for being awesome and patient! I love you guys!
Past Chapters
The day was not going well for Bruce Wayne, of that Alfred Pennyworth was certain.
The man in question had escaped Arkham and brought home with him the last person Alfred ever thought he’d see in Wayne Manor. Ever. He looked at the study doorway where Bruce and -- god help him -- the Joker were seated… well, bound to chairs, but really it was for their own good. Alfred couldn’t fathom what possessed Bruce to do such a stupid thing. Joker was the enemy, a villain who had committed the most heinous acts. Bruce hated the man, or at least Alfred believed he had. The Englishman boggled over the change, particularly when he had tied Jack up, to hear Bruce telling him to leave the fiend alone and let them go.
Mind control, that had to be it -- but then, Bruce had been, well, off lately. His meltdown a few weeks ago had been testament to that. Perhaps all the years of crime-fighting and dealing with madmen had taken their toll at last.
Alfred didn’t think so.
He stood in the hallway, listening to the two men inside, and worried his lip, his face unguardedly concerned. “I don’t believe this, Jack,” Bruce was saying, his voice incredulous. “First they set up all these elaborate hoaxes about my parents and Rachel and you, now Alfred turns against me…well…again!”
“What did I tell you about calling me that?” The Joker sounded annoyed and deadly.
“But it’s your name…besides, ‘Joker’ doesn’t suit you at all.”
“Bruce, I’m telling you one last time…do not call me --”
“Jack, yeah, I got it. I don’t get why, but fine. You know, if you’re in on this whole hoax thing, you can officially quit it.” There was the shifting of chairs and muffled curses about the cord being too tight before the Joker responded.
“Yes, Bruce, from Arkham I planned on you having a mental break down so you could come to the asylum, break out with me, and we could all come and have this little BDSM meeting with Jeeves, here.”
Bruce was silent for a moment. “His name is Alfred.”
“How many drugs did they have you on?”
“A lot….”
The Joker only groaned.
Alfred, from the safety of the hall, rubbed his face. They sounded like old buddies bickering, or at least Bruce did. Something must have happened, he reasoned, and strode away purposefully. Those two would keep, but for now he had work to do. He would find out what happened to his master if it killed him. He would start in the Batcave. It was the last place he had seen Bruce behaving normally, before all this.
He took the hidden elevator down and entered the cave. It was still in shambles as Bruce had never finished his organizing project from before. Alfred looked around. The computer had been off when Bruce was working. It couldn’t have been that. He began to move some of the boxes, when he nearly tripped over a glass of water. He looked down at it. This must have been the section Bruce had been working on when he fell asleep the night before his meltdown. Alfred looked at the boxes carefully. One was marked “Hatter, The” and it had a sort of smudge on it. He knelt by it, inspecting what looked like a recent scorch mark when something caught his gaze from the corner of his eyes, a box marked “Clock King, The.“ It bore the same mark, however none of the other boxes near these two seemed affected.
Alfred rose and moved to the computers. There must have been a reason, he mused, looking up the dossiers on the two villains. He read their profiles several times and frowned. Could it be possible for mind control chips and temporal devices to create a temporary rift? Alfred wasn’t sure he could figure it out, but he knew someone who could. He picked up the phone in the cave and dialed a number that he had had to call many times before.
“Mister Fox? Yes…I have a bit of a puzzle for you.”
Author:Moni_Mama
Beta:mayphoenix
Rating: PG-13 this chap
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?
My thanks goes out to jokerluv who helped me kick my butt into gear, heatherhouse who helped me work out some of the next chapter to come and inspired me killing my writers block (*bows to your awesomeness*) and the fabulous mayphoenix who offered to become my beta and has done a phenomenal job...and to the rest of the community for being awesome and patient! I love you guys!
Past Chapters
The day was not going well for Bruce Wayne, of that Alfred Pennyworth was certain.
The man in question had escaped Arkham and brought home with him the last person Alfred ever thought he’d see in Wayne Manor. Ever. He looked at the study doorway where Bruce and -- god help him -- the Joker were seated… well, bound to chairs, but really it was for their own good. Alfred couldn’t fathom what possessed Bruce to do such a stupid thing. Joker was the enemy, a villain who had committed the most heinous acts. Bruce hated the man, or at least Alfred believed he had. The Englishman boggled over the change, particularly when he had tied Jack up, to hear Bruce telling him to leave the fiend alone and let them go.
Mind control, that had to be it -- but then, Bruce had been, well, off lately. His meltdown a few weeks ago had been testament to that. Perhaps all the years of crime-fighting and dealing with madmen had taken their toll at last.
Alfred didn’t think so.
He stood in the hallway, listening to the two men inside, and worried his lip, his face unguardedly concerned. “I don’t believe this, Jack,” Bruce was saying, his voice incredulous. “First they set up all these elaborate hoaxes about my parents and Rachel and you, now Alfred turns against me…well…again!”
“What did I tell you about calling me that?” The Joker sounded annoyed and deadly.
“But it’s your name…besides, ‘Joker’ doesn’t suit you at all.”
“Bruce, I’m telling you one last time…do not call me --”
“Jack, yeah, I got it. I don’t get why, but fine. You know, if you’re in on this whole hoax thing, you can officially quit it.” There was the shifting of chairs and muffled curses about the cord being too tight before the Joker responded.
“Yes, Bruce, from Arkham I planned on you having a mental break down so you could come to the asylum, break out with me, and we could all come and have this little BDSM meeting with Jeeves, here.”
Bruce was silent for a moment. “His name is Alfred.”
“How many drugs did they have you on?”
“A lot….”
The Joker only groaned.
Alfred, from the safety of the hall, rubbed his face. They sounded like old buddies bickering, or at least Bruce did. Something must have happened, he reasoned, and strode away purposefully. Those two would keep, but for now he had work to do. He would find out what happened to his master if it killed him. He would start in the Batcave. It was the last place he had seen Bruce behaving normally, before all this.
He took the hidden elevator down and entered the cave. It was still in shambles as Bruce had never finished his organizing project from before. Alfred looked around. The computer had been off when Bruce was working. It couldn’t have been that. He began to move some of the boxes, when he nearly tripped over a glass of water. He looked down at it. This must have been the section Bruce had been working on when he fell asleep the night before his meltdown. Alfred looked at the boxes carefully. One was marked “Hatter, The” and it had a sort of smudge on it. He knelt by it, inspecting what looked like a recent scorch mark when something caught his gaze from the corner of his eyes, a box marked “Clock King, The.“ It bore the same mark, however none of the other boxes near these two seemed affected.
Alfred rose and moved to the computers. There must have been a reason, he mused, looking up the dossiers on the two villains. He read their profiles several times and frowned. Could it be possible for mind control chips and temporal devices to create a temporary rift? Alfred wasn’t sure he could figure it out, but he knew someone who could. He picked up the phone in the cave and dialed a number that he had had to call many times before.
“Mister Fox? Yes…I have a bit of a puzzle for you.”