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DarkMoonChylde: Hello folks! For those of you who don't know me, I am DMC. I wrote another fanfiction called Beautiful Disaster. I am sad to say I haven't finished it yet, I am almost done with chapter 3 however, I fell in love with this pairing and wanted to take a crack at it myself! So for now, I will be bouncing between the two of them. Hope to catch you sometime!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman or The Dark Knight or any of the characters involved in that. If I did I would have a happy wallet and a happy life because the Joker is just down right amazing!

WARNINGS: This is a slash pairing. You know lemon, yaoi, Shounen ai, fluff, and all that Jazz or so which you call it, so don't get all mad at me when you come to find it is and you don't like it, I warned you ahead of time and if you don't like it you can leave. Also, I try desperately to keep the Joker and the Batman in character, but I am also referencing the old Joker and Batman from the comics and such before, so if they are not YOUR interpretation, don't get mad and flame me. I gave you warning. So you don't like it to bad. Flames will go ignored and be deleted. They are a waste of my, and your, time. They are not helpful, and I do not care. Like I said, DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!

But comments of help, and just plain happiness I will be more then happy to accept them, you may even see your acknowledgement on the next installment! Because people like you make my day.

Thank you.

Pairings: J/B

The beginning of this, all the dialogue is from the movie. It is separated when that stops. 

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Chapter 1

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It all passed by so fast… the feeling of having no weight, of being at the mercy of the rushing wind before you with the dreadful certainty of a hard, cement surface below, sort of numbs the body. The brain temporarily has no say in anything and the limbs lose a sense of feeing as the entire self goes into a state of suspended ignorant bliss. It is sort of Nature's last mercy before you break every since bone in your body just because your brain and your sense of balance couldn't come to some sort of agreement.

Yet what he met with wasn't a crushing blow to the hard pavement below. Instead, something wrapped around his right foot, causing a tremendous amount of pain at the ankle that he could only laugh at, and he was slowly pulled up.

"Oh you… You just couldn't let me go, could you?" he remarked to the dark figure that was pulling him up. Spinning himself around with his arms he turned to face the man as he spoke. "This is what happens when an unstoppable force…" he explained to him as his arms dangled beside his head while he tried to keep from spinning around. "Meets an… unmovable object. You TRULY are incorruptible aren't you? You won't kill me out of some… misplaced sense of self-righteousness." He stated and Batman pasted a bit, opening his mouth as if he was going to speak even though the joker cut him off as he continued.

"-and I won't kill you because…" he began to laugh between words "you are just to much fun!' he grinned as he laughed, though not as high and creepy as normal since the blood rushing to his head was setting him off. "I think… you and I are destined… to do this forever" he finished as he watched the batman stand there. His features went from the normal composed look to angry; he did not like being compared to the Joker, or even reminded that this will continue on forever.

A vein in the side of Batman's cheek twitched as he gritted his teeth before opening his mouth as he began to deny all facts. "You'll be in a padded cell forever" he said, his raspy voice cracking against the anger.

The purple coat of the Joker's hung beside his head as he looked at the Batman, upside down, and he felt it slid down his arms a bit, threatening to fall off of him. "maybe you and I could share one" the clown contradicted as he licked his painted lips once more and laughed once again. "you know they will be doubling up the rate, these city's inhabitants are losing their minds" he informed him

"This city just showed you that it's full of people, ready to believe in good" Batman retaliated as he scowled. The pain he received from the tangle he had with the Joker a few moments before was getting to him as he leaned a little to the left, panting heavily.

"Until their spirits break completely!" Joker said as he had begun turning so he waved his arms about to face Batman once again "until… they get a good look at the real Harvey Dent"

Batman raised an eyebrow, though it wasn't noticeable under the Cowl, as he listened to the Joker give his final speech.

"and all the 'heroic' things he's done… You don't think I'd risk losing the battle for Gotham's soul in a fist fight with you did you?" he asked and laughed a bit more "no, you need an ACE in the hole" he told him "mine H-Harvey!" he said as he tried to push away the dizzy, woozy feelings of being upside down during his whole monologue.

The look on the Black Knight's face was just too good and the Joker fully enjoyed it as he watched the tough guy's appearance crumble slowly as he asked what the Joker had done.

Breathing deeply, as he was having trouble at this odd angle as his arms dangled by his face he looked at him and smiled once more. His always apparent 'smile' just getting bigger as he did so. "I took Gotham's 'white knight' and I… brought him down to our level" he said ushering with his hands as best as he could. "it wasn't hard, you see, madness, as you know, is like gravity, all it takes is a little… push" he said, as he pushed against a nonexistent thing in front of him while he did so, to show what he meant. This movement caused him to begin to rock back and forth as he hung there laughing.

This caused Batman to jump into action. Pushing away his pain and light headedness he turned around and took off, his black cloak billowing behind him as he went to find Dent. This made the Joker laugh happily until he was out of sight and a group of S.W.A.T. men had gathered around him.

He continued to laugh as they pulled him down from there. He knew where he was going, he was and had been prepared to go there since this whole thing began, and he knew just how to handle it. HE would be there for a while, give the Batman a break, then break out. Oh anarchy was sweet. So was Chaos and boy was he ever going to reek Chaos upon Gotham when he returned.

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The place was disgustingly clean. White, that's all there was. White Everywhere. White, white, white, white, white. Even when he left his cell to go talk with his doctors.

They had him on this strict pattern. He would wake up in his white cell, eat in his white cell, take medicine there, play around with the white walls of his cell. There wasn't much to the cell, all it was, was four white walls and a white ceiling and white floor. It was disgusting.

After Lunch in that awful room he would go to 'talk' with some doctors. A few patients did this. It was hoping they would slowly calm down and talk with the therapist and such. Even her room was disgusting.

That's where he sat now. In a large white and tan room, with a large white couch on the far end of the room, beside a tan desk with a tan chair. There were white lilies everywhere since the lady liked them so much and they seemed to make the room even brighter as they practically glowed under the light of the large chandelier that hung in the center of the room.

It was so fricken clean. He wanted to destroy it. Perhaps this place would be the first thing he blew up when he made his big 'bang' out of here.

"So Joker" she began, since he had no background or anything to go with his name, they just continued to call him that. "How are you today? Tell me what's been on your mind"

What's been on his mind… Oh not much really. He had just been wondering how long its been since he had last seen the light of day. How long it's been since he had last seen Batman. How he was going to bust out of this maddening place. How he would get the bat to notice him. How the bat is doing. How lovely the curly brunette would look dressed in red and lying pale on the floor. The usual really. So that's exactly what he told her.

Eyeing him carefully she raised an eye brow "the usual?" she asked, unaware of what that was.

"What time is it?" The Joker asked suddenly, catching the lady off guard as she looked at him then at her watch

"Nearly two, why?" she asked as she looked up at him as he shifted in his seat and shrugged muttering about just wondering under his breath.

Darn. Guess he wouldn't kill her. Not yet anyway.

It was to early. Batman wouldn't notice.

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The sunlight poured through the crystal clear window in Bruce Wayne's room in his inner city pent house. Stretching his strong arms, the man shuffled around in bed, untangling himself from the sheets he had knotted himself into after the short, restless sleep he had gotten. Letting his bare feet slide over the side of the bed when they were at last free, he nearly drew back at how cold the marble floor was but after a moment, got up anyway.

"If I had slept till two o'clock in the afternoon, I would look in much better then you do Master Bruce" came a voice behind him, causing him to turn around and smile lightly

"Hello to you too Alfred" Bruce said, his voice light and clean, compared to the scruffy, deep one he used as Batman night after night.

Ruffling his messy black hair, Bruce yawned as he made his way to his beautifully adorned closet which homed all his clothing. "what's the schedule for today?" He asked the butler and old time friend, over his shoulder.

"You have two meetings and a lunch date before a scheduled appearance at the Arkam Asylum where you said you would be donating money to" Alfred informed him as he set the tray of food he had prepared on the bedside table for him.

Oh boy, he had nearly forgotten. He was supposed to appear there so news reporters can attack him and he would be shown giving the manager the money as he smiled for the vultures that hung around excitedly. He had donated a large sum to the Asylum unexpectedly and many people were curious about it. He still needed to think of a reason why as Bruce Wayne, but as Batman, he was doing it so the Joker wouldn't get out.

He had looked into the security and things there and found out everything there was TERRIBLE! He was surprised it still had inmates with how badly it's protected, and since he didn't want the Joker out again to kill people, he needed to do something about it. So as Bruce Wayne, he donated money to help pay for some better provisions.

Not responding, Bruce grabbed some clothes before he headed to his large bathroom to take a shower. Setting them neatly beside the sink he turned the water on in the shower, stripped his body of the pants and boxers he wears to bed, and, scratching at his already bare chest nonchalantly, waited a moment for the water to heat up.

Glancing to the left where the sink and mirror stood, Bruce clenched his teeth together, the vein on the side of his head showing a bit, as his eyes raked over his sore stricken body. Bruises lay upon the pale flesh everywhere, scars that wouldn't fade, and fresh ones from current fights, stood prominent on the muscled one's body and he just looked horrible. All the thing things upon his body just screamed Batman, instead of the billionaire playboy he was supposed to be known as during the day. Tearing his eyes away, he tried to push some foul thoughts from his mind as he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water run down his body, and wash the troubles away.

Cleaning up quickly, he stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off as he began to let his mind drift about. It moved around different subjects, his meetings, the date, the reporters, the Joker… Everything seemed to end up about the Joker lately, or had to do with the Joker lately. It was starting to bug him. The Joker had been put away for over a month now, the town was by far quieter, yet still, his mind chased after his shadows. Every movement, every sound, every thing that was there, he seemed to chase after in hopes it would be him.

Shaking his head of the thoughts, he ran the town through his damp hair to dry it before tossing it over the ring of the shower curtain and grabbing his clothes. Slipping on boxers, he pulled some dark grey slacks on over the top before he slipped on a black button down shirt. Tucking it in his pants he made his way out of the bathroom, buttoning his cuffs as he did so. Finding his tie, he pulled it around his neck and tied it, letting the black silk caress his calloused fingers. Pulling on a dark grey suite coat over the top of it all he quickly grabbed his shoes and hurried out.

Pulling them on, he was greeted once more by Alfred who held out his scarf for him and asked if he ate. Telling him yeah, he grabbed his keys and went to find his car.

It took a moment, since it was late and all the elevators were becoming quite busy as people moved about their day as they normally did, but when he got there he quickly slid into his Lamborghini and drove off.

Yet somewhere, in the corner of his mind the Dark Knight chased it…

Flittering…

In the corner of his vision…

That Green and brown hair and purple suite…

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DMC: well there you have it, part one of hopefully many! I didn't go that much into details though I plan to fix that in the next chapter as I get past the introduction, and into the actual story's plot. I also Plan on using the title at some point in time in the story. Almost every movie I know does that and some stories as well, so I do that myself. I have done that on my other fanfic, so I plan on doing it here too, just not all to sure when.

Well that's it for now! Read and Review! I love you! Ciao!

OH! And Bruce's suite in the last scene, though I didn't get really into describing it, was based after this one: www. casadimoda .net / images/imgStyles/ suite9big. Jpg (just take out the spaces) I am a visual person, so things like this help me. If they help you too, great! If not, oh well you can ignore it.