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Tainted Minds	By : Madame_Anarchy Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 3671 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman's Universe or any of it's characters. I'm not writing this story for money.

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It was late at night when Bruce woke up with the alarm clock. The last dose of serum was almost over, and he had to remove the needle from Joker's arm. After this dose, Joker's dream of getting rid of injections was going to come true. That aggressive part of the treatment would be over. He wasn't free to leave yet, Batman didn't trust him to take care of himself. He was worried he would start cutting again or stop eating or being found by someone who wanted him dead. All possibilities concerned him, ironically, he had become protective of the Joker. He didn't want anything bad to happen to him ever again. Not because this would be a waste of all his work, but because his own feelings for the Joker changed.
As much as he hated to admit, he was looking forward to see his nemesis sleeping or with that drowsy expression he had when someone woke him. It made him look fragile but unbelievably cute. The bat had to face it, it was a lost cause. And it was quite obvious since the night Joker changed his clothes and left them in a plastic bag for Batman to pick up and wash. He got the bag but didn't wash it right away. He couldn't. We wanted to feel his scent for a while, even if mixed with sweat from Joker's agitated nightmares. He found a bit of the red lipstick in the T-shirt, probably he forgot to press his lips while taking it off. Bruce couldn't just see that without imagining his lips, that even deformed in the corners, looked so tempting.
Every touch became sacred to him, even when they were brief. It could be a slight brush in his hand while handing him a glass of water for him to take pills or a touch while he pressed the syringe against his arm. Every time made him wonder how his skin feels under his clothes or how it would be if their bodies could rub against each other. But not like before, a raw thirst for revenge, a horrible wish to injure him. This time he wanted to make him feel as good as he can. He wanted the Joker to moan and shiver with pleasure while kissing his neck. He wanted him to say the words, to have his consent to touch and pleasure him.
Bruce tried to fight back against all this. He really thought he was mad for developing such feelings and desires. This was different from all he had experienced before. He had been with all kinds of woman, from sweet ones to very sexy and provocative ones. He knew the difference between loving someone and sexual desire. But with the Joker everything was different. He was a man, for a start. That didn't prevent him from raping him, that's true. But his motivation in the past was beating him up a lot and making him feel an even more excruciating pain afterwards. He had other intentions now, maybe not so innocent ones, but they definitely didn't involve hurting him.
This new set of desires was incredibly confusing. Bruce never thought he would develop anything sexual or romantic for another man. Specially for someone like the Joker. He was a mess, Bruce never fully understood him. In terms of physical appearance, it was also a new thing. Bruce was used to an "obvious" kind of beauty. Girls with a perfect body, all the right proportions and that aura of someone who's been well treated their entire lives. Joker wasn't anything like it. He was a beautiful disaster to look at. Twisted in all the meanings of the word. And that was oddly charming.
When Bruce remembers how perverse his thoughts were back then, it makes him feel like he doesn't even deserve to be alive. The guilt was there every day since he brought Joker to the Batcave, his reactions of fear a constant reminder of the monster he had become. He truly hated himself for all that. They could feel there were some unspoken words between them, but the idea of telling Joker how he felt terrified him. He was afraid of being rejected, something he wasn't used to. Bruce Wayne and Batman always intimidated everyone around them, but now he was the one feeling vulnerable.
Before he noticed his legs brought close to one of the secret entrances to the Batcave. But as soon as he was approaching the underground part, he recognized a weird sound. Screams. A distant sound of a man screaming. Batman ran fast to the room, what could be happening? Fire? Impossible, nothing there was inflammable. Maybe someone found out where Joker was and was trying to kill him. He still had a high price on his head. Batman always imagined other villains from Gotham probably saw him in his recent state and were going to take advantage of that. With his heart beating very fast and ready to attack anyone, Batman slammed the door open.
But there was no one inside besides Joker, who was screaming loudly in his sleep. It was a disturbing scene to watch. It sounded almost as horrible as hearing him cry. Batman got closer and tried to wake him by touching his shoulder and shaking it a little. Nothing. That's when he heard something that crushed him on the inside.
"BAT…MAN…. STOP… NO! NO!" Joker screamed still having his nightmare
Batman tried to shake him a little harder. He wanted him to wake up, he didn't want him to stay in that nightmare any longer.
"I'm here, I won't hurt you anymore, I promise" he said in a low pleading tone while shaking him. This time he opened his eyes abruptly.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME! DON'T TOUCH ME! STAY AWAY!" Joker screamed with a voice that seemed to be coming from the depths of his madness while pushing Batman's hand from his shoulder. His eyes were wild and he was clearly confused and in shock. He screamed another time with eyes closed and hands on his ears like he was trying to muffle a sound only he could hear.
That was it, he couldn't handle that. He forgot about everything else and left the room almost running, closing the door behind him. On the outside of the room, Batman just slid down to the floor and started sobbing. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. He'll hate me forever and there is nothing I can do but to live with it" he thought while feeling a horrible pain in his chest.
Batman stayed there for a good while until he heard an alarm sound inside the Batcave and a beep in a little electronic device he had on his armor. It was an emergency. Gordon turned the Bat Signal on and he wouldn't do that in such a late hour if it weren't an extreme case. Goddammit, couldn't he just get one night off to be broken hearted and cry himself to sleep?
He took a deep breath and tried to recompose himself. He was not very successful with that, but he knew he had to go, people's lives could be in danger and causing more damage to others was a painful thought. He got the things he would usually use to equip his armor and programmed the Batmobile for the location Gordon sent him. This was going to be a long night. It was one of Scarecrow's places and he was working with the mob. His broken heart would have to wait for his return.
Author's note: Hello guys… yeah, it broke my heart to write this. It really did. But don't worry, many things are still to come in this story, try to hold your urge to stop reading after this.
The next chapter will occur, chronologically, hours after this one. But I decided to split it into two chapters.
Thank you for reading!
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