Anarchy, Agent of Chaos
A Batman Begins/Dark Knight Fanfic
Rating: T, I'm not brave enough to write true M material... yet...
Pairings: Batman/Joker, Bruce/Jack, Jason/Harley, Harvey/Rachel, Bruce/(to be revealed)
Warnings: Slash, Hetero, Brucie!Bruce, Bad Puns, Weird Humor, College Jokes, Poor Grammar
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Batman related, not even a sock. I do own the plot of this story and it's prequel.
A/N: I am sorry, I was planning on updating a week after the last chapter hit the net, but I was busy.
School is a pain, but luckily for me, I consider it a game. A hard game, with high stakes. I never study for tests, I use my memory only, even on open notes tests/quizzes. I got the hang of this game about 3rd grade, and I've been playing it ever since. I don't know anyone else who does this on purpose, do any of my lovely fans play too?
Phobia Update: Nobody got the last Why So Serious phobias, am I too smart, or are you guys lazy? D:
Phobia of the Day: Wiccaphobia, can it affect you?
By The Way: It was Akito's Birthday on October 3rd! Give her a hug/hugs in your reviews!
This is just the prologue, more will come soon.
Anarchy, Agent of Chaos
"Maybe I can help. We could work together. I could rehabilitate you. You needn't be out there on the edge anymore. You needn't be alone. We don't have to kill each other. What do you say?"
-Batman, Batman: The Killing Joke (to Joker)
Joker's POV
Yawning, I rolled over and curled up against my boyfriend, Bruce Wayne. Mmm, he's warm. It's been three years since we started dating, amazing. Tomorrow is Bruce's first day of college and the first day of my senior year at Gotham High.
"Morning, Sunshine." Bruce wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer. "I didn't hear you wake up."
"I guess I'm just quiet. Are you really starting college tomorrow, babe?" I yawned again, and cuddled my lover's chest. He laughed.
"Yup, and you're graduating this year. Feeling old? Any early-onset wrinkles?" Grr. He thinks he's funny, does he?
"You're older than me, I should be asking you about wrinkles. Is your hairline receding?" He gave me an adorable hurt expression. I mussed his bedhead up even more than it was already. "I'm kidding, love, you're perfect to me. And to most of the current population of the universe. As long as they don't find out about us."
We had decided to keep our relationship quiet, there were several suspicious people, especially when I moved into Wayne Manor. But we were so happy, we didn't care.
"I'm going to go make breakfast, Bruce, anything you particularly crave?" I sat up and stretched a little.
"Besides you? I want sunny-side-up eggs! And orange juice! Pleeease?" He gave me a big grin, the look he called "irrisistable," and let me get out of bed.
"Okay, love. I'll be back in a bit." I grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top from on top of the dresser, pulled them on, winked at my boyfriend, and left the room.
Bruce's POV
Well, you can tell one thing, I never hired that Amish chef. Jack looked too damn cute in an apron to replace him. Plus, he's a great cook, he remembers recipes with his photographic memory, and can make anything he puts his mind to. Of course, we have been eating a lot of pineapple lately, it must be his influence.
Jack moved in with me at the start of my senior year. I had been begging him to leave that ratty apartment, and he finally consented. He didn't have much luggage, a mini fridge, a mattress, a duffle bag of clothing, and a pot of violets. I realised how deeply in love we were when I saw he still had those flowers.
I still haven't pressed him for more details about his past. I was going to ask him today about how he got his scars. I want to know everything about him, what does he think about, what does he hate, love, admire? I need to start working on his silence issues, he doesn't usually speak up with his opinion unless I ask for it.
Jack joined the cast of Batman, as Jo Vial, Jim said none of the other people who tried out even came close to Jack's performance. I, with my boyfriend power, convinced him to take the job. He still did work on the side, but I can't pry what he is doing out of him. He won't tell me, I don't want secrets in this relationship, but he's such a secretive person that it's hard to train him to open up.
The door swung open and Jack set a breakfast tray on my lap and sat next to me. I dug into my eggs and gulped down my juice.
Roar. Bruce HUNGRY! ROAR.
That's right, Inner Bruce won't leave me alone. He still pops in every so often, he stopped being incredibly annoying once I started dating Jack.
I looked at Gotham Daily, our friend Harley's newspaper, on the tray, Jack must have picked it up this morning, and I spit out my juice.
A/N: I'd almost forgetten how fun it is to right cliffies. XD Whaddya think? Love it, hate it, didn't read it? Whatever.
This is only the prologue, more Bruce/Jack yet to come.
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