Bruce Wayne arrived at Arkham Asylum the next afternoon.
Miss. Nahlu greeted him at the doors. "Greetings Mr. Wayne. I take it you've come in person to deliver your answer to the unusual request?"
"I have. My answer is no."
"I thought that would be the case."
"Yes. I would however like to meet with him." He had to figure out what was going through the mind of that madman. Not that anyone could ever truly understand what went through his head.
"I'm afraid he wont agree to see you if he knows you've refused his request."
"Will you tell him?"
"You could tell him yourself, but it will have to be in the room reserved for conjugal visits."
He brought a hand up and pressed his fingers into his forehead. "This is the only way to speak with him?"
"He still has rights as a patient. Other than staff he can refuse to see anyone he wants."
Placing his hand back at his side he let out a sigh. "Very well. If it's the only way to tell him my answer and to ask any questions of my own, then it can't be helped." Too bad he hadn't arrived as Batman, but that hadn't been who The Joker asked for.
"Right this way then. First, you'll have to pass through the security scan. It's customary."
"Of course," not that he needed anything but his bare knuckles as a weapon. The Joker wouldn't have any weapons on him either. Then again the nuisance had always found some way to hide things from others or to escape.
He was led down a hall he couldn't recall having seen before. Perhaps because he didn't ever come to Arkham to play with its patients. Certainly not in any sexual connotation.
As they neared the end of the hall, one of his hands tightened into a fist. Taking a calming breath as the director turned toward him he relaxed his hand.
"Here we are. The Joker, or whatever his actual name may be, will be here in a moment." She pointed to the scanner which he stepped through after placing his keys and belt on the table.
His spine stiffened when he heard the echo of laughter from beyond the door leading to one of the conjugal rooms.
Miss. Nahlu opened the door and he stepped inside. Where The Joker was being released of his shackles by one of the guards.
Behind each of them the doors were closed. Two distinct locks echoed in the room. A precaution against Joker escaping, but it didn't make Bruce himself feel the slightest bit better.
Joker walked up to him with a smirk, "So, you decided to show yourself. I really had my doubts."
He stood stiffly in front of him and didn't take a step back no matter how much he felt like it. Without the Batsuit he felt entirely too exposed and as Bruce Wayne, he was supposed to be far more vulnerable.
"Why? Why did you specify me?" Maybe the maniac knew who he really was. Which did not bode well for him if that were the case.
Joker took a few more steps toward him. Lifted a hand and pressed one finger to Bruce's chin. "Because of the look on your face just now. It's priceless." He laughed. Then he frowned, brows furrowing. "And to get back at that caped crusader."
Of course. Joker always had to go after those he thought were close to Batman. It sounded to him as though The Joker hadn't figured it out.
"I don't see how you'd be getting back at him with a scheme like this one."
The Joker quirked a brow and his too wide ruby smile against a too pale background returned. "He never backs down from a challenge. Of course, I have other reasons." He slipped his hand up so that he brushed the pad of his thumb over Bruce's lower lip.
Bruce had to keep still lest he upset The Joker. The man – if one could still call him that – was by far too unstable and dangerous. If he'd only been able to come there in his batsuit he could have smashed his fist into the clown's face.
The Joker leaned into him and tilted his head so that his breath tickled and warmed his ear. "Don't be so tense Brucie, I can go as slow as you need. For now."
This time he did step back and glared at the other man. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, you did agree to meet me. This is a room for conjugal visits. It's also the only way to really get a date in this place even without the sex involved."
He felt heat rise from his neck as The Joker glanced him over from head to toe and back up again. "I didn't come here for that." Even as he said that he felt a stirring of arousal that he quickly squashed down.
The Joker cackled. "Of course not. But the outside world doesn't know that, do they? Think of what they're speculating. Still, if you and your bat-buddies want me to stay here you'll visit me often and let me woo you. Unless you're hot under the collar and want to fuck now."
He frowned. "I do not. I'll visit you if that's what it will take, but we're not... that's never going to happen."
The Joker frowned but stepped closer anyway until he had Bruce's back up against the wall. He whispered against his ear again. "You'll be thinking about it when you go home. When you're in the shower. When you get in between the sheets."
His breath hitched. He should push him away. He even managed to lift his hands up about to place them on the psycho's shoulders when his next words stunned him.
"You won't be able to think about anything but my cock sliding inside you."
The Joker backed away with a smirk. The man grabbed his stomach and began laughing like the lunatic he was as heat crawled up Bruce's neck to his ears.
"I'm getting out of here." His hands fell to his side and he turned to buzz for someone to come release him. No way was he staying in that room with a madman any longer.
"You'll be back, Brucie. Unless you're a coward and just send your bat-friends instead."
"I'm not a coward," he nearly growled but knew he had to refrain from using that particular tone of voice.
"Let me know when you walk out of the closet then." The Joker continued to laugh behind him.
Bruce stiffened and nearly sighed in relief as someone came to get Joker and someone else, Miss. Nahlu, freed him from the room.
"That did not take as long as I thought it would," she commented.
"No. I just wanted to know his motives. I'm still not sure I do. I told him no to..." he shook his head. "I should be heading home."
"Of course Mr. Wayne. I take it you won't be coming back?"
He glanced down at her. "I'll... think about it. After all, maybe just a normal visit will be enough for him."
"I hope you're right," the woman sighed and walked with him back to his belongings.
Maybe he'd find something to do tonight out on the prowl as Batman to take his mind off of The Joker's latest shenanigans.
A/N: I appreciate any feedback. I may also take into account suggestions on where to take the story, but only if it fits in with what I already have semi-planned.