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Tainted Minds	By : Madame_Anarchy Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 3671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Batman was dealing with abrupt shifts in his mood in the past hours. They had been fighting each other in public a couple of times, the audience loved to see the two fighting. This time it was different because they agreed to let Batman interrupt Joker in the middle of a negotiation. They were supposed to exchange chemicals for drug production for some guns no one else had access but that gang. Not much of a big deal. Except this was the first time they confronted each other in public with Joker being surrounded by his guys.
The first mood swing was when Batman saw Scarecrow inside one of the vehicles on an isolated part of the abandoned parking lot. What the hell was he doing here? Didn’t Joker hate him? Maybe he was the one who got the chemicals. A pitch of jealousy filled Batman’s core... So they had been talking again, even after everything. Batman hated the way Scarecrow would stare Joker from a distance, he couldn’t decide if the man wanted to have sex with him or dissect him. Probably both. In that order. He hated both possibilities almost equally.
The second mood swing turned all his jealousy into anger when he saw Joker’s guys had brought dogs with them. They seemed dangerous and his armor wasn’t that good for dog bites, specially those pit bulls. Batman interrupted their negotiation as they had planned previously and things were ok but some guy set two of dogs free and they attacked Batman without any kind of mercy. He tried to get rid of them without killing them, he actually likes dogs a lot, but it was them or him at some point. His blood was boiling, he told Joker at least a billion times not to put dogs there. He hated fighting with them around and he hated being left with no choice but to kill them. How could he do this to him?
But the third mood swing was the most brutal one. He interrupted when they had planned and after fighting both sides and receiving extremely painful bites in his body, he just left both gangs there. While driving the Batmobile in his way to the Batcave he heard the police radio announce they started a shooting against each other in another location not far from the first place. Batman was concerned to death. What if Joker gets shot or killed? And at the same time he couldn’t just go there and screw their cover, they were all criminals what Batman has to do with that? He also knew he couldn't just be around, the Batmobile calls too much attention and he had this unbearable pain no his back, close to his waistline. He drove home but when he arrived he stayed a solid half an hour frozen still listening to the police radio frequency without leaving the car. It was pure torture. His Batsuit was hot inside, he was sure his back injury needed attention, the pain irradiated from that spot to all his waistline, and he was on the point to have an anxiety attack for thinking Joker could be dead.
After some time police stopped talking about it but didn’t say who was killed or not on the radio. Batman was hit with a wave of panic with that sudden silence on the matter but he had to give himself a vaccine for rabies since he had no idea if Joker’s dogs had anything. When he checked the time it had been one hour from the shooting and no news from Joker.
He went upstairs on the first floor to use a bathroom with good light to see his back. Made him upset to see a very ugly dog bite on it. He would need to stitch it for sure but he couldn’t do it on his angle. And Joker was afraid of needles. Oh, Alfred, why aren’t you here?
He was looking at the time every ten seconds, it had been one hour and twenty minutes since the shooting. One fucking hour and twenty fucking minutes, that’s a lifetime! Where was Joker!? Bruce could feel the scent of his own dried blood on his back. Shit, this was bad, what the hell was him supposed to do? If he went to a hospital it would be suspicious. But he didn’t have to worry about it for too long when he heard a beep from his armor that was on the corner of the bathroom. Someone entered the manor. A sudden rush of relief filled him, almost making him pass out. Joker was home. He stood up to go find him, only to find his way back to the floor with the pain and a grunt.
“Bats…?” A weak voice called not so far away from where he was after some minutes
“I’m here” Bruce answered from inside the bathroom
Joker walked slowly in the corridor and when he saw Bruce inside the bathroom he made a sorrowed face after looking to the blood stain on the wall his partner was leaning against. He felt so guilty for that, it was probably hurting a lot. But he left that aside as he sat on the floor as well, close to the door. Bruce got closer to him practically sliding his way there.
“Joker, talk to me, are you ok? Did you get shot? What happened there?” He asked seeing Joker was making pressure on a region under his right rib. He also saw his lips and chin were bloody.
“A man held me while another beat me up, but one of my guys helped me and we killed them. We both got out before the shooting started, don’t worry, I’m just bruised” Joker said trying to locate where the blood was coming from Bruce. “You’re bleeding, let me see”
“No… I’m ok, just…” Bruce said while trying to see if Joker was telling the truth, searching for more blood on his clothes, but strangely, he also had anger e expressed on his face too
“Bruce!! For fuck’s sake turn around and let me see, you’re way more injured than me! Look at the stain you left on the wall” Joker said angrily and concerned to see Bruce act like this, looked like he was in shock
He helped Bruce turn around and sat behind him to take a closer look after cleaning his hands.
“Humm… you’ll need stitches… It’s not bleeding anymore but you’ll definitely need them”
“What am I supposed to do? I can’t go to a hospital now, it will be obvious”
“Shit, I have no idea, don’t you have a friend that is a doctor or a nurse or something like that?”
“I don’t have friends” Bruce snapped back, “You’ll have to do it, I’ll show you how” he finally decided
“Woah, no no no, I can’t! You know I hate needles!”
“You should have thought of that when you brought those dogs with you! I’m so mad at you for that! I said no fucking dogs from the start!!” Bruce almost yelled at him
“It wasn’t my idea! I couldn’t just say no, it would be suspicious!”
“I don’t care if you didn’t come up with the idea! You allowed it! You can order whatever you want from them, Joker! They all respect you or at least are scared of you!” Bruce remembered him
“I…” he sighed closing his eyes letting the guilt sink in, “Ok, what do you need?”
“ You will need that black plastic case, you know where to find it... And get some ice packs,” He said still angry as Joker left the bathroom walking slowly, he was hurt too but he could handle it.
As he went downstairs he could feel the weight of the world on his shoulders. Bruce rarely got this angry with him. Joker got what he needed and also some painkillers. As he went upstairs again he couldn’t avoid thinking that maybe Alfred was right, maybe he could never give Bruce the life he needed. He needed someone to make him settle down as the years passed, someone able to give him a family, not shatter it. He could never be this person, even if he wanted to change, he knew he couldn’t. Bruce loved him, but maybe this love was just going to ruin him and make him miserable and incomplete with time. He just said he didn’t have friends… if Alfred were here he could help him stitch his wounds… That wouldn’t even be there if Joker had said no to the dogs when he had the chance… He was just a lost cause in so many aspects, maybe loving him was more like a curse than anything else. Joker started to feel his gut sink as the thought that everywhere he went, things just went bad. He turned people into their very worst… and Bruce didn’t deserve that. He deserved so much better than this.
“Joker, what are you looking at? Did you bring what I asked?” Bruce asked with a still upset tone, snapping Joker out of his thoughts as he stood close to the door.
“Yeah, here… Move a little to the right, I need to sit behind you for this” He said suddenly present in reality while giving him one of the ice packs and watched him put it over a bruise on his stomach
Joker cleaned his hands and put on gloves as Bruce instructed. He cleaned the dog bite silently but still panicked for the fact he had to do it. To his luck, the dog bite was deep, but not wide. It wasn’t even close to being the size of the other dog’s bite Bruce had in his arm from another event. Maybe four stitches could be enough.
“Ok, I’ll tell you how to do it… do it exactly as I say” Bruce said as a warning
“Don’t worry, Scarecrow showed me how to do it once, before people in Arkham made me hate needles… It’s like this, right?” Joker asked as he showed Bruce the sequence of movements on the air
“Yes… do it just like that, it will work fine... And what the hell was Scarecrow doing there? How can you work with him after last time?” Bruce said clearly upset
“Mind your own business” Joker answered venomously
Joker was shaking a little before he started, it was hard for him to do that and Bruce being angry made it even worse. Bruce didn’t say anything back. Later he let out some gasps of pain and tried to hide his face his one of his arms as Joker continued stitching him.
“Don’t do that, you’re pulling the skin. Just two more and I’m done” Joker said after some time of heavy silence
“How many?” Bruce asked when Joker finished
“Four in total”
“Just four?”
“It was deep, that’s why it bleed so much”
Joker helped Bruce get up. The stitches turned out fine. Not like a doctor, but it wasn’t a mess. After it was done he started shaking again, now he could freak out a little about it, he didn’t have to keep it together anymore. Bruce noticed but he was still angry and it didn’t make him go easier on him.
“Go use another bathroom to clean up, use whatever you need,” He said dryly pointing at the painkillers and ice packs. “Night, Joker”, he completed.
“Night, Bruce” he said in a cold way as he grabbed an icepack and left
Bruce washed his wounds slowly as he sat under the falling water of his shower. He suddenly remembered how scared he was before Joker entered the Manor, the thought of losing him was devastating. But he was still too angry to knock his door and say he is more than relieved for having him home again. It wouldn’t sound sincere, his blood boiled multiple times in the last hours, he was only human after all. He went to bed wishing he could have a better temper, he knew he was hard on himself and people around him. Being so strict and treating mistakes with such harshness was toxic not only to others but also for himself. It wasn’t fair to blame his double life for his loneliness when he pushed people away from him with that attitude. Who would want to befriend someone that doesn't let anything go and is so inflexible as him? Being friends with him probably sounds like a heavy task, no room for mistakes. That’s scary.
Joker got lost on his mind for about one hour, that seemed like a lifetime, while he cleaned his makeup and took a shower mechanically. His mouth bled a little as he removed the lipstick but not even the taste of his own blood could bring him back. He was so upset for Bruce bringing Scarecrow out, that was so invasive. Doesn’t he trust him? It sucked to talk to that freak, being around him and making that arrangement that could benefit both of them, although he didn’t care about him. He just needed the chemicals and Scarecrow could use some trained guys to negotiate for him. Also, who the hell does he thinks he is to say that? How could you work with him after last time? Forgiveness for unforgivable things didn’t get Bruce complaining when he was the one involved! Such a hypocrite. But when he laid on his bed those thoughts about him being a bad partner for Bruce started to echo on his mind again. He didn’t notice but he was curled over the sheets and the window was open, making him shake with the cold wind.
The truth is that Joker had those thoughts quite often. Whenever he messed up, even if slightly, he felt like he was keeping Bruce away from true happiness. He loved him so much, but he had to face the fact he was sentencing Bruce to a life with someone messed up like him.
Bruce woke up some time later, he slept without a T-shirt because he couldn’t put in on his own due to the stitches and he was cold. His anger was gone and this emptiness on his chest was killing him. He heard steps in the corridor and rushed a little to talk to Joker. He called his name in the dark but he didn’t seem to listen, even being close to Bruce. Well-known sign his body was there but he was far away.
“J… Why are you so cold?” Bruce asked when the touched his arm to call his attention, he was cold as ice. “Your hair is wet, why didn’t you close the windows?” He continued asking, without giving much thought to it.
“Stop trying to control my actions, you know it bothers me” Joker answered breaking his mindset of the last hours and remembering what Bruce said earlier
“Oh, I just... You ok?”
“I wanted to close them but I just laid down and well... I couldn’t… haven’t slept yet. Why are you not wearing anything on the top? It’s cold”
“I can’t move to put anything on… Maybe you could give me a hand?” Bruce asked looking into his eyes with kindness for the first time tonight
“Sure”
After helping Bruce put something on and getting more blankets they were warming up together. Neither said anything, the silence was still heavy between them. They were upset but they couldn’t stay mad at each other for too long. Bruce brought Joker a little closer, making him rest his head close to his chest. This made Joker feel more confident to touch Bruce, he was feeling his muscles and now he was caressing his skin close to Bruce’s hipbone.
Bruce wasn’t sure if it was something sexual or if Joker was just doing that in a distracted way, but his doubts were gone when Joker used his nails to scratch him slowly closer to his most sensitive part. This spread out a shiver on Bruce as he rubbed his legs against each other a little out of instinct. They hadn’t been intimated for a while, both being busy with their own lives since Joker was back on the streets. Felt weird for Bruce to start something while they didn’t figure things out, but maybe breaking the ice like this was not a bad idea.
He wanted to do it, he wanted to feel him, he was furious before and was still upset somehow, but a part of him was just so happy to know he was alive and there with him. It was a strange mixture of feelings… felt wrong to feel desire at that moment, resembled the feelings he had when he was first falling in love for him. All that confusion and constant feeling that it was extremely inappropriate to desire him.
All of it didn’t matter anymore when he looked at Joker’s eyes. They were apologetic, lustful but also… sad. A dreamy type of sadness made his eyes look like there was an entire universe of melancholy underneath the surface. They kissed softly, letting the eminence of intimacy arouse them as they touch each other, being careful with the bruised places. Bruce started to moan with a hoarse voice close to Joker's ear as he jerked him.
“J… I can’t move much… but can I…” He moaned
Joker kissed him before he finished the question and soon turned around, so they were both lying on their sides in bed. Joker licked his fingers and put them on himself to help stretch as Bruce jerked him and pressed his length on him as well. When he was ready he touched Bruce’s hip indicating he could do him by bringing him closer and pressing their bodies together.
“You’ll have to move for us, I really can’t,” Bruce said after pushing himself inside the other, he wanted to continue but his injury was hurting, he couldn’t even lie on his back before.
Joker nodded with his head and started moving while Bruce helped move better by holding him. He didn’t stretch much so it was very tight, even a bit painful. He had his face on his pillow and was panting as he moved his hips and sometimes pressed himself with strength to make Bruce’s cock go deeper inside him, both moaning when he did so. Joker was getting closer as he worked himself on the other. Eventually, he grabbed his own butt to spread himself more for Bruce, who reacted instantly by moving a little forward. Bruce was really close, the whole movement restriction thing was oddly arousing and Joker was moving in the right speed.
“J…” he moaned squeezing his eyes shut
“Do it, I want it, come inside me,” he said also moaning as Bruce jerked him fast, they were not using a condom and Joker rarely let him finish inside him without one
Bruce started to moan loudly, his body cheating on him for making him push himself inside the other as he came hard grabbing Joker’s waist against his own. Joker found his release when Bruce was midway there, making him squeeze his partner’s leg and moan.
When they finished they didn’t say anything, Bruce held him for a while but soon he was asleep. Joker went to the bathroom and when he returned he sat on the bed and looked at his lover. So handsome and unbelievably smart. He allowed himself to shed some tears when he saw the sheets had a bit of blood on them close to where Bruce had stitches. He looked without waking him, he would be ok but this was just too much. He couldn’t keep harming him and leading him to his own death. He took one last loving look at Bruce while touching his face softly.
“Goodbye, Bruce. I love you. It will be better off this way” He said before giving him a kiss on the forehead.
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