After all this time
Hello everyone. Thanks for clicking on this story. Just a few words before we get stuck in. This is my first proper fic, and one of the only times I have actually gathered enough enthusiasm to complete a chapter. I know it's short but the next one will be longer. Hopefully.
This is set at the beginning of TDKR. Before Bane and his muscles come and make Gotham their bitch. This fic will get some hot and steamy action once it's into the swing of things, because quite frankly there isn't enough Bruce/Joker smut on the internet already.
Also this isn't going to be some sugary fic where The Joker is all girly and not very insane. I am writing the Joker as he is supposed to be.
Inspiration: watch?v=yqQ10cpYoyg&feature=related
It's been 8 years since Bruce and the Joker last saw each other. How will things go when they meet again after all this time?
8 Years ago
The Joker had become a somewhat lack-lustre version of himself over the years of being locked away in the highest security cell of Arkham Asylum. For the first few months of his incarceration he played it slow, taking his time forming an escape plan.
He thought after he was out again, everything would go back to normal, playing with The Batman as he normally did.
The Joker was captured and returned to Arkham at the time of the year when new staff was trained. Usually only the best of the best were allowed to see to the Joker. They were all the same, each one trying to silently creep in and go about their duties as quickly as possible.
The Joker either ignored them completely or deliberately scared the living shit out of them. This time around, the Joker had decided on intensely staring at the newcomer, making him feel uncomfortable.
The Jokers lips twitched slightly as the trainee tried to make light conversation. He half listened to him drabble on nervously about Gotham life outside of Arkham, not particularly caring. It was when the word 'Batman' was brought up that really caught the Jokers attention.
"I still can't believe he's gone, I guess now that the crime rate down he felt he had done his job..."
The Jokers jaw tightened at the Trainee's statement.
"What...Did you...Say...?" The Joker drawled out, still staring at the other. The man shifted uncomfortably and continued his speech.
"Batman retired... He's gone." He said slowly, weary of the Jokers reaction.
The Joker didn't have time to react to the announcement before he blacked out. When he came to, he found himself covered in blood and being wrestled by two male orderlies, attempting to stick a needle into his flesh.
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted the lifeless body of trainee, his throat ripped out and his face contorted in gruesome horror.
He felt the needle pierce his skin, numbness quickly overcome his body.
Everything went black again.
8 years later - Bruce
Bruce was still trying to forget his life as Batman. He had not been into the BatCave for several months now. He can't say he missed Batman; he was content for the time being. Although he had turned into somewhat of a recluse and Alfred always had to badger him into going to the odd fundraiser.
He was still kept in the loop at Arkham, keeping an ever watchful eye over the Joker. Being on the Arkham Asylum committee had its 'perks'. If he could even call them perks that is. Bruce still had the nagging voice inside of him to watch the Joker, just in case.
But the Joker had been docile for his entire stay at Arkham. Besides from the one incident at the beginning when he was told Batman had gone and a few episodes since then. But he was doing good. Well, as good as the Joker could ever be. He was still insane.
Bruce hobbled down the halls of Wayne Manor, leaning steadily on his walking stick, thinking about the following day. He had to inspect Arkham in the morning, as part of the committee, to see the conditions of the place. He couldn't say he was looking forward to it.
As he lay in bed that night, he couldn't shake a niggling feeling in his chest. Apprehension? Was he nervous about possibly seeing the Joker again after all these years? He wasn't Batman anymore, and with his leg, he couldn't take on the clown if something happened.
Bruce pushed the negative thoughts out of his mind and squeezed his eyes tightly to try and sleep. Soon, he feel into a light, restless sleep.
