Loving Chaos (Only You)

Authoress' Note: Welcome to Loving Chaos (Only You)! This is a Batjokes fic, so if you don't like, then don't read!

Rating: T for now.

Disclaimer: I own literally none of the characters or places in this.

Pairing: Batjokes/Batman x Joker

Happy reading!

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Prologue: Quiet

It was a quiet day in Gotham City, surprisingly. None of the "super-criminals", or Rogues, were out and about causing chaos. No, it was quiet, well, if you can get past the honking of car horns and the shouts of citizens, then yes. Quiet.

For Bruce Wayne, this was unusual. His life was usually active and exciting. By day, he would be going on dates, going to meetings, or attending parties. By night, he dressed as the infamous Batman and leap off buildings to capture criminals.

Currently, Mr. Wayne was sitting at his computer in the Batcave located underneath the Wayne Manor. He was searching for any signs of the Rogues.

"There hasn't been any hits in a week. They're planning something…" Bruce muttered to himself.

"Sir," came a voice with a British accent. The owner of the voice was none other than Alred Pennyworth, Bruce's butler. "You should really take a break. You have been at this for hours. I brought lunch," he said then set the silver tray on the table behind Bruce.

"But nothing had happened in a week. I know something big is going to happen, and I must be there when it does," Bruce retaliates.

"Sir," Alfred says sternly. He puts on his signature fatherly glare, which Bruce knows oh so well.

Bruce sighs in defeat. "You're right. Always are." Bruce smirks.

"Of course, sir. Do eat something and rest. I'll return in half an hour for the tray." Alfred spun on is heels and started towards the way he came.

"I will," Bruce promised. He spun around on his chair and rolled up to the table. "Thanks, Alfred!" Bruce called after said butler.

Alfred smiles and nods, then left via the elevator.

Bruce then began to eat his lunch, wondering what scheme was brewing in the Rogues' minds.

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Meanwhile, deep in the wrong side of town which was more commonly known as the Narrows, was Joker's hideout. The hideout, which was usually full of manic laughter, was quiet. Why? The Joker, who was usually laughing with glee, was moping. The thugs wouldn't dare make a noise in fear of angering their boss and being killed. However, nobody knew what was causing the Clown Prince of Crime to mope.

Inside the Joker's makeshift office, the clown was slumped in his beat up office chair. He had a Glock .45 in his right hand, which was draped over the back of the chair. His feet were resting on top of the table, which functioned as a desk, and apparently a footrest. His other hand was resting on the clown's white forehead. He resembled a variation of a "damsel in distress" by the way he sat. And of course, his face was painted to resemble a sinister, smiling clown.

In the background the song "Only You" quietly played.

"Only you, can make, this world seem right…"

The Joker quietly sang along. "Only you…"

Then there was a knock at the door. Knock knock knock.

Joker didn't answer, he continued to sing along.

"Mista J?!" came screeching voice from the other side of the wooden door. It was Harley Quinn. "Are you okay in there?!"

Joker sighed and spun on his chair to face the window, his back to the door.

"Come in, Harley."

The door slammed open and in came the blundering blonde.

"Mista J, you've been cooped up in here for too long! Something is wrong. Tell me and I will make ya feel better!" Harley leaned on the table and rested her head on her hands.

Joker didn't turn around, but instead starred out the broken window of this run-down apartment that functioned as a temporary hideout.

"J?" she asked and slowly walked around the "desk".

At one glance at her "J", she gasped. Joker looked just as run-down and tired as the apartment. His makeup was half wiped off and the other half was smeared. His green hair was shooting out in funny directions and his once purple suitcoat was covered in white grease paint and blood.

"Oh, J! What happened? What's wrong?" Harley asked worriedly.

Joker suddenly flew out of his chair and stood over Harley. Then he asked with the most sincere face he could make-

"Harley, what's it feel like to be in love?"

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Authoress' Note: So what do you think? I would really like to know! So, reviews are appreciated!