Scars
"Bruce?" Joker moaned as he stirred while trying to open his half-closed eyes.
"Did I wake you up?" Bruce asked apologetically.
The Joker simply nodded with a yawn.
The billionaire brought the clown closer as he traced his index along the white torso.
"Do to remember how you got each scar?" Bruce asked.
"Yah." Joker grinned sluggishly.
Bruce slid down, bringing his face closer to one of the scars, and placed a peck. He then moved to the next scar, and so on.
"What are you doing, Brucie?" Joker asked, though he wholly enjoyed it.
"So every time you see, feel or touch a scar." Bruce replied as he tried to hide his embarrassment, and not to meet Joker's gaze, "The only thing you would remember is the touch of my lips."
"Oww... who knew my Bats was such a romántico!" Joker teased with his widest grin, "My dark knight in a shining kevlar."
"Shut up..." Bruce frowned and slipped under the sheets.