Title: Delight in disorder Chapter 1
Author: melodyofchaos
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Batman related, if I did Bats and Joker would wear a lot less clothing whilst together.
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Warnings: none for this chapter
Summery: After Batman gives in to his hidden desires for one night, he carts off the clown to Arkham, only for the doctors to find the Joker is pregnant. Bruce finds out after hacking into the system after the Joker's escape and reading his medical file, with a side note saying that some doctors at Arkham are theorizing that the Joker was experimented on in the past.
The Joker felt the laugh bubbling in his throat and made no effort to suppress the giggle bursting from his scarred mouth as the SWAT officers approached him. They looked rather quaint from his upside down view. He supposed the three officers approaching him had lost whatever game trained officers such as them, played to decide who was the one to cut down the sociopath. This thought only increased his amusement, and at the same time increased the look of terror on the officer's faces, which, in his mind, only increased the hilarity of the situation. Eventually, he was cut down and they made sure he was securely handcuffed before he was loaded into one of the armoured vans. The officer in charge didn't look happy when asked if this was the same van Harvey Dent was loaded into, and the looks of disgust he got from the other officers was just a bonus. The Joker made no effort to make this more difficult. He knew he'd see his Bat again soon.
Bruce sighed as he buttoned his shirt. He picked up the remote and turned on the T.V. He needed some mindless entertainment after his trying night hunting down Joker. Bruce turned away and was about to walk out the room when the news program flashing across the screen filtered through to his hazy brain. "Tonight, only hours after Gotham PD's brave effort to catch the sociopath known only as the Joker succeeded, we received news of his escape from the armoured van they were using to transfer him to Arkham Asylum". After the news reporter had mentioned Joker's name, it had Bruce's full attention. After she said 'escaped', Bruce couldn't believe it! He'd only just handed the maniac over to them and now he'd escaped from the police. Again. Bruce sighed and walked across to the secret door in his room and walked down to where his suit was housed. This was going to be a long night.
The Joker hummed to himself as he skipped down the road away form the burning wreckage of the Gotham Pd's armoured trucks. He stretched out his arms, laughing, as he twirled around in a circle, only to find himself face to face with his Bat. At this development, Joker gave a real smile complete with a shy and rather coy giggle, only to have Bats punch straight in the mouth, his ever-present laughter increased as he tasted blood in his mouth. As the Joker's laughter increased, Batman's ever-present scowl deepened. "You'll get frown lines ya know Bats" The Joker told him. Batman growled and then bent down to pick up the Joker by the collar of his coat. Batman shook him, and growled "Why?".
"Why what Bat? Be more specific! Why do you sound like you've swallowed a load of razor blades? Why can't you just smile? What?" The Joker smirked at him. Batman growled, seemingly making a conscious effort to control his temper, and asked "Why do you do anything that you do? It doesn't matter, you are going to Arkham, and I will make sure you stay there. You deserve so much worse than to rot in that place, after what you did to Rachel" Batman hissed through clenched teeth.
"What about Harvey? Can't forget Gotham's white knight, can we?" The Joker cackled. With that short sentence, the look in Batman's eyes changed. The look was now filled with a murderous intent, it made the Joker swoon with the heady effect of having that look directed at him. Whilst the Bat was obviously distracted with the best way to shut him up (the Joker could have told him if he just asked), he managed to wriggle free and was off running towards a dark alley, he didn't stop when he reached it, knowing the Bat would have given chase.
Batman clenched his jaw, and took off after the mad figure in purple. The anger from the Joker's earlier comments came back full force, momentarily forgotten with the heat of the chase, making Batman run harder and faster after the Joker, the fury he felt made him feel practically invincible, he, unfortunately, was so concentrated on catching the Joker and beating the shit out of him, that he didn't notice the fire escape ladder someone had left down. He felt the pain of his head connecting with the metal, and after that everything went black.
The Joker laughed as he ran, enjoying the feel of freedom, nothing but the wind on his face, the fast beat of his heart, his breath coming out in short pants and his beautiful Bat quick on his heels. Joker had run nearly three blocks through back alleys before he realised the Bat was not behind him. Upon this realisation the Joker nearly threw a temper tantrum, the likes of which tend only to be seen on three year olds in the candy shop who have just been told 'no'. Instead of this, he gritted his teeth and turned on his heel and stalked back the way he came. He got angrier and angrier with each step. What the hell was the Bat playing at? Had he dared to go and catch criminals who weren't him? A strange, nauseous feeling welled up in the Joker, constricting his airways and his heart seemed ready to burst out his chest. After a minute or so of trying to figure out why he felt this way (his theory on food poisoning was only dismissed when he tried to remember when the last time he ate was), he realised what it was: fear. He was afraid for the Bat. And with that rather startling revelation, he tried to push it out of his mind. Lusting after the Bat he could accept, but this fear, that was too near to what real romantic feelings for someone might involve, and so the Joker spent the rest of his walk, swearing under his breath and trying to convince himself he was only scared because he wasn't finished playing with Batman yet. It almost worked. Almost.
The Joker stiffened when he saw his Bat spread out on the dark, dank alley floor. He quickly worked out what had happened, and practically ran to Batman's side(although later he would tell himself it was merely because he was eager to go home, it wasn't concern for the Bat. Really.) He quickly ascertained that the Bat's breathing and heartbeat was regular and strong, though he properly had a concussion. The Joker tenderly stroked Batman's head before gently manoeuvring him so his head lay on the Joker's lap. The Joker felt rather giddy. He was so close to the Bat, and as the Bat was unconscious, he wasn't hitting him. So the Joker sat and looked at him. He took in the smooth black curve of the cowl. The strong jaw line, complete with a small amount of 5 o'clock shadow. He wondered what colour the Bat's hair was. He drank in the sight of the Bat's pale pink lips, they looked so soft, the Joker thought dreamily. The Joker then decided to give in to that desire he had long harboured. He leant down and gently pressed his lips to Batman's. That was also when Batman came to. The Joker fully expected to be beaten, tied up and carted back of to Arkham, but perhaps Batman was concussed, perhaps he'd always harboured this desire, it didn't matter the Joker decided because Batman was kissing him back.