Mad Attraction

by lotus-bugxm9

Deals with the devil were tricky bastards, especially when a three pointed tringle is formed about ready to burst into flames with the entrace of a certain frisky feline. Joker/Batman/Catwoman...Yaoi/slash :3

7. Loyalty

Leveled breathing as one zeroed in on its attacker Bruce was the perfect shin-obi at this time of space as he calculating his next move with all seeing senses of alert with patience was, silent. Bare feet positioned on the wooden floor, with fingers twitching at the ready at his sides, he listened in for the move he knew was coming, as it was all part of the training; as he was prepared for anything.

For with an swoosh of air seconds in a Chinese- Spear went sailing past his ear as he meeting it instantly with blinding speed and a shout out as he reopened his eyes aiming landed a backwards kick. Decked out only in yoga pants, Bruce was a lethal machine once he set his mind to it as he reaching on down to grasp hold of his fallen attackers weapon stealing it put it soon too good use. He always did.

She was fast though. For even while recovering from a blow she was quick on her feet as she with a roll and sight jumping back up was in a rush grabbing hold of the next available sturdy weapon, a sword. Huh? Interesting.

Striking out with each ends of their deadly weapons each attack never meant too kill the two's fighting exercise continued on as each met the others attacks square on blow for blow as she was miraculous as she truly lived up to her, reputation. Selina as much as she was flexible in her schemes an reasons much like him was a lover, an professional, when it came to the ancient art of Martial-Arts.

Trained differently in separate worlds; the two of them were more then equal matches though he had to say he considered himself the far better fighter but again he could always be wrong for it wouldn't be the first, time. With a sweeping kick which had his legs falling out from under him soon enough the Hero found him self out for the count as he landed down hard on his back, she with a warrior cry lounging forward out for the finishing, blow.

It however never came. Flushed and sleek from their long training day swallowing hard as she instead choose to hold him at truce pressing the Spears wooden stick up flat against his jugular as she collapsed did she hold him on edge.

"R-eady too s-urre-nder……?" she asked breathlessly with a wide smile.

Grinning back to her at this despite himself Bruce considered his options. He, figured he could if he wanted too free himself and easily win this fight by an surprise attack, but at the moment somehow he just didn't feel up to it. For with her thighs straddling him, as her soft body pressed down on top of his, did he feel perfectly comfortable as she was a sight to behold an yet at the same time he felt, odd. But why? There had too be a reason as there always was.

And feeling this sudden sting of notion frowning his brows bare chest heaving he decided to just go along with his original plan an fight back some more for this was practice after all as it was a good, match. So why the hell not? Whatever this sudden feeling was nagging at him he could ignore it for there was far too much adrenaline rushing through his veins now for him to ever possibly think of stopping, as he craved the thrill of challenge as it was just no possible.

"You're, getting pretty good I'll give you that." he called Brown eyes shinning.

"Pretty good? How about excellent," She whisked purrenliy stick suddenly pushing harder up against his wind -pipe as he sputtered for true like always she was well prepared indefinably. "For, what's it going to be? Your next move I…. mean?" her Golden eyes sparkled in the bright sunlight of morning.

"I'm still thinking about it" Bruce admitted. Giving him a suspicious look over did she soon not fail to notice his hands slowly coming up too grab hold of Spear tightly as they griped that of hers hands one for, one. "For, as it is pretty good just isn't going to cut for me" he whispered low.

And it was with that said with a hard shove he grabbing the Spear using one of his more famous moves, raising his head back head-butted her as she with a cry fell back as that gave him time enough to act. You, might say that was cruel but this wasn't any ordinary woman you were talking about as she would do it to you if you gave her the chance in any other predicament as it was a showdown they were in nothing more as each handy trick, counted.

Cornering her then as she eyed him as he went about swirling the Spear around completely at leisure as he walked here and there before her did Bruce have to say he was truly having fun. For this wasn't the first time they had done something like this for when they did get together like this it was a time of relaxing almost as she was just the right kind of person for this kind of thing as she understood it so well herself.

It felt good too have a good training Partner for a change as the days of beating down on poor defenseless Alfred were at an end as she was his replacement and a good on at that as she didn't ever complain.

The Clown was talented in many ways yes, but not in anything remotely like this as Guns and daggers were his thing as he was a deadly asset with them or without as explosives; were his next big thing but never this. Never.

Bruce had to watch himself sometimes to not kill the other man accidentally or otherwise for in so many ways the fool was fragile compared to him as there had been times here an there when things got rough but nothing, lasting. The mere thought of going up against the Joker like this was almost laughable as he couldn't even form a picture but with Selina he could and so easily it was hardly fair.

Attacking was easy. Thrusting forward the first stab of the long heavy Spear- head Bruce missed, and then a second time around she dogged t perfectly but her timing came bad when she grabbing hold of it right next to him fell right into his trap. For with a quick throw over him he had her flying as she with a thud found herself down on the Matted-floor of the gigantic Gymnasium of Wayne Manor.

Taking in lungful's of air as it was him now who held her at point Bruce was soon over come as the two of them suddenly staring at each other stared to laugh as this was truly something else. He was training her. She was good yes but some of her skills were slow as it was up to him to teach her as he found himself liking it as he felt a strong since of pride as he didn't want to mess it up.

Black hair pulled back in a ponytail with bangs falling into Jewel eyes Selina was like always a beauty even while she was dirty in sweats and a white tank top, which was at the moment very see threw as it was sticking to her an hence him. Peering, down into her face as her breath hit him Bruce couldn't help but be taken in as their eyes still connecting held for moment longer in searching. But for what you ask? That was the very question.

Lips parting as his hold on the Spear loosened Bruce found himself having that strange feeling all over again as he began too back down for curious enough this sort of thing in the end always happened to him when he was within inches of her. What was it? With a free hand slowly rising up too gently brush away rich chocolate hair Bruce found himself suddenly stunned out of movement as his breath, hitched. Oh.

With eyes never leaving his with a heady look suddenly appearing in them leaning forward slowly too push against the Spear which still held true angling her head with a small smile biting her lip did Selina press a light kiss to his cheek. Feeling as though all life had suddenly left him Bruce felt peculiar in this moment of time as he couldn't help but feel the burning heat as her full lips trailing downwards closer to their original target continued their gentle caress.

Body immobile as he let his eyes close Bruce had to wonder what was coming next? Or maybe he already did and he was too slow to see it or maybe some part of him didn't want to.

She was going to kiss him there was little to no doubt. This had been on the verge for a while now, the only thing is he hadn't ever expected it like this and yet somehow he had as he had anticipated it unknowingly. Watching almost in slow motion as she came closer as he could count each dark long eyelash of her eyes he couldn't help but think she was a Great wonder of the Earth herself.

Mouths in of visits, and work together, had done their job as this was the result for this friendship had grown into something strong but there was no stopping it from growing into a rainforest, though he had meant to hold back for clear reasons unknown too her he still in the end had failed. Or had he? That was the big question for he held the power alone to stop all this but the thing was did he want too? No….yes.

He was caged with hard decision of weather or not to flee or stay like his body and mind were telling him too as like life itself he was stumped with more and more choices as he loathed, it. Pulling back secondly as she smiled down to him prettily with hooded eyes which were glowing Bruce couldn't help but stare back mutely for that's when it all started too go South as he was suddenly overcome with feelings of doubt. As they smashed head first into him like a rouge wave out of hell.

Plunged into darkness. Boiling him apart from the very pit of his stomach, her face which like the Sun bright in its essences began transforming in front of him into something horribly familiar as eyes widened in a start of, realization. Flushed pinched cheeks, and Golden woven eyes were morphing as he saw it to turn into the face of the one who always unendurably was on his mind as Scares an black hell's eyes were staring up at him now as a new person emerged out of this shell of determined goodness.

"Batss…..?" the Person asked red smeared-lips haltering in their sickly twisted smile as that hand smoothed down his cheek to no longer feel smooth and kind but rough and hard. "What the matter? Is something wrong…..Mmmm…….for why so Serious? Cat got your tongue?" it in a burst broke out into mad laughter as Bruce let out a half cry of shock as all the nerves in his body were suddenly shot on wire as if he where being electrocuted.

For that indecion was made. It was quick like many he had to make on a living day basis but it was one he found the least likely to ruin or hurt him or anyone else supposly in the end. He choose to due the wiser thing, instead of the foolish, for with those Dark eyes still staring back at him with something of accusion he knew this was insanity for him seeing the Killer even if it was just an guilty illusion, it proved all for he was the guilty.

Not knowing if this would hurt more in the end it was done for in the next seconds he was pulling himself back as in a poof blowing in the wind the Joker's image was gone too be replaced back with hers.

He just couldn't do it. For, to kiss her would be saying something, a something that was not true as he never wanted to give her that idea nor he for he had been so close to doing just that as he felt chilled to the bone for it. As, much a mystery it was all to him he was happy in his own personal hell now no matter how much surrounded it good and bad as he won't likely trade it for anything. So he says.

What exactly would have happened if this had gone any further? He didn't exactly know the answer to that but in the end he would have felt incredibly conflicted for there was without a doubt feelings there under the, surface. Selina, was special to him she really was for over the time he had come to know her she had become a good friend, but of late those boundaries between friendship and something more were beginning to become blurred.

Over, the time of the deal or relationship whatever you would want to call it not once had it crossed his mind that this was not enough and was not what he wanted for it was Bruce had too say. He wanted the devil he wanted, the Joker. The two of them had strong claims on each other now which forever more would be hard not to mention near to impossible to suppress or deny as there was no weaseling out of it as it was far too late.

Snapping back to the present grabbing the Spear did Bruce end full standing back up wearily as he felt terrible he knew but what else was there to do now? Nothing for he couldn't have it both ways even if he wanted as there had to be a measure of solid distance between them then and now as he couldn't let those feelings get in the way. There was no other option.

Being with the Clown was a high like no other, and yet being with Selina was a pleasure he seldomly got which made it a difficult choice but one he had to pick and one he already, had. Snatching up his forgotten Water-bottle did Bruce then attempted too devise a plane of what to say as he had nothing as he let the cold liquid run down his dry throat to sooth it as the lovely smell of her burned still in his nostrils.

"I'm…. sorry" Selina said.

Swallowing to hear this as it took him of guard Bruce turning his head slowly back in her direction saw she was staring back at him her dazzling eyes telling him all in which she felt. As a Crime-fighter Catwoman was a hard character too figure out much like he but as Selina she was more open and free as Bruce was somewhat of a Pro at reading into her emotions.

He had hurt her by the dejection but honestly what more could he, do? It was not his place to be putting these sort of ideas in her head for if in any other day he was a free man, he would have kissed her like his life depended on it but the thing was he wasn't free. He was walled in clear and simple but it was also by his own doing as it was something he wanted and wanting her was something he couldn't afford, risking.

He was no cheater though some Woman would claim the opposite as he would not two-time the Freak with nothing even if it was something as desirable as she, for he had morels an Honor was one of them. But, the thing was did the Crazy ex-Arkham prisoner have them as well? Bruce didn't no the answer to that either but somehow he knew that wasn't the case for the Clown might be a cheater of deadly cards and lived life at its fullest on the tip of a shaky knife but never was he a cheater of, him.

What was there in this city who could tolerate such? Bruce thought unmanly at that answer; for surly he was not the only one that had rights to the Murdering Nutcase for there were those like Harley Quinn who believed she did. That woman was insane in more ways then he actually believed the original Clown was as her cold-blue eyes just screamed madness as she was not a woman to play upon.

She was no threat though. It was almost laughable to be honest how much she adored upon the Joker, calling him names which would make any man cringe, she glinted upon him doing all in which he asked and for what because she loved him? Possibly. Whenever they were together in her presence which was a rarity she pretended as if he was not there as she graveled at the Clown's feet like a dog waiting for its treat but in which he never saw coming.

For the Joker was just using her. Bruce knew that clear and simple for wasn't that what people like them did? Yes, for they were rotten too the core as they had all little to nothing to them. The Lunatic may one day even strike Quinn down like most of him men when they were not in the end needed any longer but somehow Bruce hoped that day never came for he felt pity for Quinn somehow, strangely. Only a little.

"I am too" Bruce said the worlds somehow coming out unsteady.

Bowing her head at this as she slowly nodded in the unspoken truth with a sight Selina getting to her feet as she reached for the thrown aside weapon put up her own mask which was a smile of indifference. Bruce watched then with unspoken eyes as the expression on her face went instantly from something similar to being wounded, to that of uncaring, for perhaps this had been a blow to a ego? Could he have had stepped on the wrong tail? Hopefully not.

The way she had looked worried about him when that vision of the Jack- in-the-Box had sudden taken over him was now if not all totally gone for maybe he should just leave it were it was. For really what did he have to say too her? His relationships, and personal businesses, weren't her own to know for though close, he had to remind himself to keep up that barrier, which was crumbling down at her touch.

So hopefully he thought as he took one last swig of water they could forget all about this and move on for really this had been a accident for what was it to be called? He didn't know. Watching her as she made her way across the room to replace her own Spear back in its proper place without so much as a word the Wrath of Gorham had too wonder what she was really thinking?

She however seamlessly beat him to the punch like normally in her pounce no questions asked nature but too say he was prepared for what was to come would have been an understatement for she never backed down did she. Never.

"She's a lucky girl" Selina broke ending the short void as she faced a wall of collected Swords "To have someone as fateful, and loyal, and loving as you, so seem" her words fell silent.

Opening his mouth to quickly respond to this Bruce suddenly however found himself closing it shut for what on earth had just happened here what did she mean by her?

"Excuse me?" Bruce questioned stunned.

"The woman on your…… mind" she hinted turning around now with two large swords in each hand as she twirled them about with skill as she rising them up look to their sharp lethal points. "For who is she I must know? For, it's not often I get put down like that love;….. as I'm quit the hot pistol if I say so myself, she must be some catch if you are able to resist by superb charm for this…..long" she smirked as he felt suddenly numb as the water bottle in his hand crunched down in his grasp.

"She….?" Bruce began running a hand across his sweat brow as he blinked his eyes trying he best too understand as she waited for him to finish the line for her. "She as in my……?" he struggled to form the word.

"Girlfriend?" she answered for him.

Bruce was mute for the longest time after hearing this as he just stared at her doubtfully only for it all suddenly to click into place to all form something he had not expected as he let out a rare, laughter

"What's so funny?" Selina asked curiously arching an eyebrow as she came to stand before him though she keep her distance which he saw she was respecting now at some degree at least. "For, here I thought you never laughed without being jabbed or tricked into it first, as this is a new change I have to say I like among other... things" she said with a smile but Bruce was suspicious.

"Its, nothings much it's just that you're… right" Bruce amended as the laughter died down for it was true he never laughed but rest his soul the Freak–off-a-leash did enough for the both of them and it was, savage. "For….she is a very lucky girl I suppose if any" he said these words as they slipped off the edge of his tongue in a twisting sort of humorous lie.

How I simply put. The Murderer of innocents being played the woman. Switching, out more times then known it could never be precisely said who was who in their odd summit but Bruce had to agree firmly on one thing. Between him and the Joker the fool won out as being the woman in the relationship most defiantly as it was a surprise to him to admit to himself so freely.

He just wondered if the Clown saw it all for what it was? For he was always the more dramatic and loose firecracker of the two always fussing about the tiniest things that pulled his chain the wrong side up. He liked he at times was much that way himself when he had to be not that we precisely wanted to thinking about to much but in this category the Scare-faced- freak had him, beat.

"I would double on that," She said her grip on each hilt of the Swords tightening as her knuckles were nearly white. "For, how long do tell me? Have the two of you, been going out? I dare say this is the first time I have heard of this for I would love too hear the story as I know I have my far,….share" her words were innocent yet somehow not.

She was indeed quick. Bruce had to give her credit on that but a habit he had learned from her as well as from her many Cats she had living peacefully in her large apartment was what they all had in common was being extraordinarily nosy. He suddenly wondered with a hidden smile if she had heard the fraise curiosity always killed that cat? He supposed not at all.

"Oh, I don't think that really matters now" he said suddenly. His face became one of a mask suddenly for really this was not the place or time to be discussing this as it left him feeling somewhat trapped for the less she knew the, better. "But what does matter is that it wasn't right of me to lead you on like that, it was not my…. place" the words truthful were hitting home.

"I see." she murmured quietly eyes locked on the two gleaning Swords which some how in her hold gone limp as she her face became very thoughtful very quickly. "So, these last few mouths of getting closer and closer have meant nothing you're telling me basically? Or at least not in that kind of…. way right?" she brought neutrally.

"You're a very attractive girl Selina" Bruce went on feeling somehow he should continue. "As, any man out there in the world would be proud to have some like you at his side, as I'm happy to say you're my friend, in this time of need as I don't know what I would do without you and your amazing refreshing style, but yes it means just that for me I mean….as I just…..I can't" his lips formed a hard line.

It was quit for a long minute as the stillness was thick with unspoken questions on both sides for he hated doing this to here for just mere seconds ago she had been so full of life and hoping and thanks to him all was gone. He frowned his brows at this frustratingly as his Brown eyes flashed with some unknown feelings for liked hurting the people he cared about, never.

"Friends it is then" she called merrily seconds in raising both swords high and proudly. "For that's sounds fair enough to me I…. suppose if anything else so put aside everything, there is a little something I want to clarify with you Mr. Wayne if you wouldn't… mind?" her Golden eyes suddenly glittered dangerously turning too him slowly.

That was a one-eighty turn. He supposed she got the message he was not feeling up to talk and her seeming to get it made him silently relax more but not by much. He felt she was hurt still under all those layers of pretense as a woman's hurt feelings were a thing to be feared for he had learned that in the past and more then his, liking

"I'm listening." he spoke.

"So I'm a girl am I?" she questioned amusedly but with edge.

"Girlish" he corrected curtly. A returning smile as it lit up his handsome face broke free of the feelings that were clouding it for they could get through this he knew for each was strong. "Because I'm not the one watching Cartoons cat's, on Saturday mornings each weekend, for admit it you love it to go along with your cute little….glittery stickers." he loved her when she was railed up for he admitted he watched them too once in a while with her for company on lonely long days.

"Why, yes I do but not as much as I would love kicking you're….. ass" she purred with a sniff eyes flashing as she trusted a Sword forwards pass his shoulder just barley nipping him as she held the other out for him to take. "For, girlie or not I am still a woman, with deadly weapons in my hands ready to take you on one more time, as you are going… down" she laughed a lovely song.

"Another challenge?" Bruce stated cocking his head to the side.

"Scared?" she mussed laughing.

"Never" he breathed eyes narrowing with a returning wins wins smile as he reaching up wards grabbing hold of her hand took hold of the right longer Sword as he placed it then with a swift swing at her neck as she arched an eyebrow. "For I'm never scared of the things I don't fear my Lady" he smoothed teasingly.

"Then were on?' she asked wildly with anticipation.

"But of course," he perked regardless.

And it was with that the second part of the training started. All of which had happened seemed to have never accrued for at least that was the atmosphere but Bruce knew better then too think, that. True he had stated that things would not go further between them because of someone else unknown but that still did not deny the fact that they were so very close now that those sparks of intrigue, that flamed the small fire were only getting larger day by day as the fire threatened to consume all.

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Cruising down a local tunnel surrounded by darkness as the engine gave a roaring-gust of fire to lurch its speed the Tumbler was a grand piece of auto indeed as it was back alive and better then ever. Sailing down lanes camouflaged and hidden well with its approved enterer and outer look Batman was in his element as he carefully listened to that of his Transmitter- radio for any type of, news.

Narrowing his eyes as all he got was static for the longest time it suddenly hit him that something was breaking in an out with an urgent report as pieces of info here and there were submitted by cries for help. It, was then finally sure proven that something was happening at the second biggest Bank of Gotham city, as the Wrath hitting down on the brakes turned around headed for the opposite direction.

Tapping into his communicator as it dialed a silent number he while getting some more information on the Break in the dial phone was soon connected to the person at this moment he wanted to hear most.

"Selina, it's seems we have a break in at the City-town…… Bank" The Protector in Black cap called in as he made long hasty right turn as the giant wheels of the Tumbler crushed everything in his sit too ruble. "The cops, are on it though it seems they are having trouble getting in due to a line of Guns men blocking the entrance, Swatts have yet to……arrive" he said deeply in his cool voice.

"I'm, on it meet you in….. five." she called the Phone instantly discontenting.

With a burst of high-speed the then Hero with a smile on his face continued on to his destination for who on earth would be robbing the bank at this late of hour? He had multiple choices he knew for what scum of this City didn't want stolen money? There where only a few handfuls he could think of which would have the gall to stand up face to face with the Police and not run away with their tails between their legs.

For all knew going up against the Police ultimately meant going up against him as well as Catwoman who was linked according to the papers to be his second in Command as the fist of justice always pounded down with them on those who, corrupted. He supposed he would just have to see for himself who it was, but that did not help much to dissolve the odd feeling he suddenly felt brewing inside him that this was going to be somehow tricky.

Landing on top of a stone Gargoyle's head many minutes later as he crouched down to look down upon the many armed Police who had a line set ageist the suppose Robbers Batman was as always a shadow never to be seen. The Bank was surrounded it seemed as making a front enter would blow cover of a break in too capture the Thief's in the act as he had to find some other way to sneak in undetected.

Ominous Cap blowing in the wind as he stood up to look to the dark starry sky to see the Bat-single glowing in the night the Dark Knight did not even move a inch when he felt a clawed hand touch down on his firm shoulder.

"Glade, you could make it….. Catwoman" Batman stated. Turning his head then he eyes her in her Custom as she was a spectacle in her gear as her lashing bulls-whip hanged loosely at her side ready to be throwing into action. "And on time I'm impressed" he joked lightly.

"Back at you Partner," she smoothed Green-goggles shimmering in the moonlight as the Cat mediation catching his eye like it normally did was a constant sharp reminder of what she was and what they were together as a, Team. "For I believe you have a plan?" She asked sweetly as she crossed her arms over her chest to incline her head in direction.

Smiling at each other with no time wasted on words as they understand each other as soon as that with no further a due they soon moved in for the attack or more importantly the rescue. With sirens and more Police sure to be on there way they had to make this clean an quick for with him he wasn't exactly in this time of crisis the most liked man out there as he was still to this very day hounded down.

Catwoman though was an other situation. She was a favorite of the Police as her name and picture these days without his only it name were on everything as she clearly loved all the attention as much as she did stuff that sparked and shined

He just hoped it never got to her head for that could ruin someone who first above all was to do good for if they became consumed by all the attention and fame it change them into someone they hardly recognized. For, he was hell bent on saving her from that the anti- Savior of the city of constant bad luck told himself with vow as he would spare her from all that as much as, possible.

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Having snuck past the armed guards at finding and opening doing to blend in with the surrounding darkness Batman and Catwoman were well on there way to finding out who had lead this band of Robbers right into this, Bank. Splitting up was a key point too the success of this crises as they single-outed now separately made their way deeper into the folds of the Bank an its large underground highly secured, volt

Pushing open slowly the broken into steel-volt door minutes into the pursuit looking around the room and its open into pockets letting out a deep breath turning around to head back out did the Bat suddenly halter. For, there lying face down on the floor unseen to him till now was a body and by the looks of things it belonged to one of the Thieves.

Clearly dead as he had a Gunshot straight to the back of the head bending down to inspect to shove the body upside to get a proper look at its face Hero was sudden struck dead at what he, saw. A Mask. The Thug was wearing a mask but not just any mask a Clown's mask as the face staring back at him now was not one of a human but a happy white-face with blue eyes and a wide toothy smile. Damit it all!!

Throwing the corpse to the side suddenly to be filled with a angering dread standing up The Batman with an bowed head could not fathom in what he was seeing for there was evidence before him now yet he wanted so badly to dismiss it why? For if he was being truthful to himself he would flash past the excuses and see this bigger picture now for what it really was; a Circus Bank robbery

Why now!! Why here? So the Joker was behind this all then if anything yet why was that so surprising to him and his anger for he had been the one hadn't he? To let the Nutcase roam free as here witness was the result to that as it needed fixing, a clean up.

The Devil -clown when they were not together did god knows what with his time of tricks and screams as he forever more was a Villain he just preyed he came in time to correct the fools many mistakes. The reason the Serial- killer was here? The Wrath could not guess though he knew once he found him and stopped this crazy Robbery for going further there was going hell to pay.

They were going to have a long talk he reason darkly with hard face as he knew the face- painting Wacko loved those as much as he did for this was inexcusable for they had rules too abbey still and this was breaking them.

With a whishing of cape once his mind was reset to the win the Hero took off headed for lowest belly of the Bank to reconnect with Catwoman were she was to warn her of the great danger ahead. For there was danger. The Joker unlike what he wanted to think was not on any leash but was a loose rabid animal as he alone had the cure for he wasn't going to let the Clown and his slims get away with this.

Eyes narrowing as he came within the boundaries of the lower vault which was a warehouse looking basement with dark lighting as he blended in perfectly with the dark using his Night-vision did Batman take closer look. Boxes and crates of all sizes were what he saw too what they were filled with he didn't know all he did know was what he saw.

There were many bodies on the floor he took notice of with a proud smile as Catwoman had done her job splendidly now it was up to him to do his as he needed to find her for finding her was finding the lead, Psychopath. So heading off once more in search he did his job well and taking out any evil, he saw and bringing them to their rightful justice, he had to be quick and swift as time was running out.

Entering in the main basement warehouse into the next opening he found leaping on top of an overhanging tower the wrongfully accused Good-doer making it observed carefully what he was seeing now up and personal.

Clowns. That was all there was to me seen. Men ranging from large and small in a group of about twelve were on there merry way to loading up truck half way filled to the brink with stolen sacks full of money. How typical. With the mass Break-out to a hit top story ever mouth after the accident at Arkaham institute all the Crazies that had escaped it were not all so quite and innocent it seemed.

He wondered were she was? It was no mistake that the trail of destruction she had left behind was her own as she did it well among other things but weather she was here or not he had to deal with it and in his own style. All this men were sadly mistaken if they were going to get away with all that stolen lute and for starters he was going to teach a lesson they wouldn't likely forget.

"Is that all of it?' one Clown asked the other.

"Uh, yeah I think that's what the Boss said" Happy called.

"This doesn't seem like a lot though, wonder what's up?" a Third said with a Sad face.

"Don't know but you never do with this….guy" the First snorted.

"For what the Boss says goes right?" Happy asked sniggering.

"Right" all Three then agreed.

The other two sighted at this as they finished up in their Thievery along with the rest as each threw yet more bags in the truck which was all set to go as its rust engine wheezed out a low tone. It however was broken when out flying from the shadows like a hidden ghost came all there untimely dooms as the sounds of firing guns and cries were heard but on deft ears.

Batman was in a stride as he went past the small nearly defenseless line of guards as easy as if here cutting through butter but he was always watching himself for these kinds of men were the most dangerous kind as they here all obliviously, foolishly, loyal. He had just undone a trio knocking them down when out of know were in a flipping spring his next target was cached for him.

For with a swipe of her unique claws across the Clown's crud-nylon mask with a spin and a flash of her brilliant eyes Catwoman was beside him as it seemed the fight was nearly begun.

"Where did you come from?" Batman laughed out.

"Oh, you know me I just like to drop in whenever I'm in the neighborhood" Catwoman greeted as she aimed a kick at the next Clown as he went sailing as she brought forth her deadly long whip as it cracked out striking. "Besides I have been looking everywhere…. for…. you for it looks like we have some runaway C-lowns…. on are hands, if you haven't already, noticed" she pressed with cry.

"Already there!" The Wrath growled smacking down a newer foe easily.

"Then, you'll do me the honor…… of h-elping out finishing up with these creeps….. then?" she mussed her goggles flashing as did a series of impress moves as she hit a thugs were it hurt and elbowed him then in the nose as blood squirted "For I could take down all the rest by myself but company….. is always…. nice" she insisted as the two sideded back to back.

"I'd be delighted" The Bat heavily agreed.

And with that said the two of them taking aim went after the rest of the clown Clowns who shuttering back at the power went that way and this as they ran yet some till had some fight as more bullets went off yet that did save them.

Bruce as he continued to knocked out these harmless Nutshells couldn't help but wonder were all of this was leading for it seemed this Gang was all alone as that left a question of were was their Boss?

The Joker liked his messes. He loved doing things himself personally even more but in the mist of this and seeing what type of Robbery it was Batman had to say something he thought he wouldn't come too to due himself. The main Madman had on his side of the line many man and lowlifes who were and weren't already out of their minds, sometimes like he himself was.

So as Bruce Wayne took down these Followers without so much as a doubt they were here for the Bose's bidding he took time and pleasure in what he was doing but at one point it had to end. Throwing, one of his deadly sharp Bat- blades at a running Clown as it hit him in the right shoulder as he's hand-Gun went off Bruce was quick to take care of a few who were hiding in ambush.

Twisting back ones arm painfully as the Man cried out as he smacked back another one with a punch the Dark hero was in control here as feet away roping her own work Catwoman was rallying up a few strays also. With her Bull-whip swinging about her head expertly as she crouched low ready to strike like the Cat impersonator she was the two Crime-fighters were making wonders.

Grabbing hold of the Clown's neck as he pulled the kid up by his collar the Wrath shacking him with a hard expression looked him over and into the Mask's eyes to bore holes into them.

"Where is your Boss!?" he hissed threw his teeth.

The Happy clown at this still trying to get loose from the iron held grasp only stumbled as he laughed softly to himself as Catwoman with a high aim kicked a blow to another victims head sending him across the room.

"Where!" Bruce repeated rising him up.

"I, don-n't…..l-ike you….don't know!" Happy coughed smugly grasping those iron hands.

Narrowing his eyes at this seeing he was getting nothing throwing the Thief to the side with a knocking out blow Batman letting the fabric slip through his fingers let go. It was always like this. The Jokers defensives knew of the relationship as well did Harley Quinn and her jealous heart but that never concerned him much as any who spoke about it were ineffably silenced.

From experience with the Man he had come to know Bruce knew their secret was save from the Blood- rats of the city but those who fed off of the garage he had to watch himself. He was still a righteous Savior in some peoples eyes, some now an ani villain a vigilant. But what really hurt the most was the fact many saw him too as a cold blooded killer as he preyed Harvey Dent, was getting the help he needed for his scarifies and they were just that through and through.

Weather it meant anything any longer to him weather people card to find out about the infamous deal couldn't be confirmed as just that minute when everything was dealed something caught the Bat's eye. With Clown bodies littering the floor now all twelve seamlessly out for the count as they would all be taken by the DA Batman out of the corner of his eye saw something, emerge.

Standing up proudly out of her squat as her vicious Whip wrapped around her leg as she held a beautiful smile Selina turning her head about to go an face him was suddenly halted by the sound of a Gun clinking. For standing right behind her now as the Dark Knight scrunch into the shadows was a second helping of Clown minions as they kept coming the middle of the line pointing his gun straight at her head.

"That, will do Sugar that will do." the leader laughed siding his head.

Truing her body around slowly at this her goggles reeling in the dimly lit light Bruce watched from under nether the lurk her eyed the man with the Dopey mask and its red sticking out hair. The man seemed to be thinking about it for a moment as groans started to fill the warehouse as the down scum began to stir as it seemed he was almost staling in indesion.

"But, as it is its lights out I'm afraid." the Leader grunted not seeming at all let down.

And with that said he raised his gun higher his finger pressing down on the trigger as Bruce watched with horror as he prepared to jump for the save he knew you make as muscles tightened beneath the suite. Catwoman didn't even seemed fazed as she stood there rooted as her goggles reflected her attackers masked face as the rest of the Robbers around sniggered

"Boo! Had ya pretty….. thing" he snuffled.

And just in that minute Batman saw it. For hiding in the shadows of the Warehouse near the truck was two more Low -life's as one finishing up laughing soft to himself hurriedly ran to getting into the drives seat were the other held back. For in his hand too shoot was a Machine-gun unlike held by the others as it was all set to go with aiming eye set on Selina as well. No this can't be.

For in a rush of pumping blood full of Adrenaline Bruce acted on his instincts with the snap of fingers because in a rush of black an flapping cap the great Bat came clearing out of the dusk. Taking care quickly of the one who never made it to the drives door Bruce grabbing hold of him smashed him into the window as he then rushed and attacked the second Gun-wilder.

Connecting with the newest Clown as his Machine-gun went off in surprise Catwoman as on cue seeing what was happening acted out as well as she turning too smacked down the prankster from before with hurdling cry. Smashing headlong into a set of dismantled rusted old crates as he grabbed the fallen criminals gun quickly smashing its hilt into its Bozo mask did Bruce send the man sailing with a scoff.

Standing there then as the danger was now past turning his head slightly to the right he saw with satisfaction Selina was all right as the Clowns who had teased her before were all now disabled. It seemed there job here was done or so they thought for the Police were on there march here as shouting out to each other for could be heard in their, prepare.

He couldn't be here the both of them could be. They had to leave or else be caught and that was never a liability for someone who was an anti-Hero and a hero with a blurry record it was dicey.

But, fate didn't at this moment seem to be there only view for at hearing a sudden curtailing crying come from the floor behind them did it have the two slightly breathless Fighters of justice turning back to eye that of a Wraths fallen enemy.

The Clown who had conspired to try and shoot Selina as the other had distracted her was now lying on the floor amongst the broken pieces of crate wood withering as there was blood now to be seen lots of it. For impelled deeply in the Clowns right shoulder was a piece of gagged nailed wood as it was a sickening sight, though it seemed to have not pushed all the way threw, the thieve was clearly beside himself in his agonizing brutal pain.

But such was the life in the city of the Dark Knight was all that Bruce could think with pity for like so many before him a lesson had been learn tonight as his crimes had been punished for. It was his job to protect all in Gotham even those one from themselves as a little pain was always something unavoidable in the end as it was a part of life.

For weather this vermin lived to tell his tail was to be guessed for all things now what Batman little of now was time for the next thing he knew along with Catwoman the sounds of the approaching Swatts were even closer. But oddly as he began to feel the stress all Batman saw himself focusing on was that of the red blood and that of the cracked Clowns mask with its bearded- frowning face, and red doted nose.

For what was really catching his attention? He wondered. It was a mystery to him until quite suddenly an odd knotted feeling found its place in the pit of his turned upside down. Because from behind that mask in a rush of sputtering pain the Clown shockingly broke ripped out the piece of wood halfly straight out of his gasping shoulder, as there was a sudden brilliant flash of enraged black hell's fire, eyes.

Gasping at the sudden sight which lasted for a mere few seconds Bruce was unmistakably frozen to a stand still for those were familiar were they not? But no it couldn't be could it?

"We, need too go now there coming." Catwoman urged him grabbing hold of his arm.

Snapping to at this as his eyes sluggishly shifted to that of the Bozo clown and Selina working his jaw did Batman truly know what needed to be done now and not undone. For, in a mater of minutes the Police were going to be here running down the stairs with Guns in hands an bullet proof- vest over their chest there wasn't any time left for they needed to flee and, now.

And in that little time they had to spare they would make some more. Second in clicking down on a button on his Belt as Selina's breaths came in heavy puffs next to him raising up his left boot the heel face up did he hurriedly click it open.

'What is that?" Selina gasped panicking.

"Something that will help us getting out of, here" And bending down did he pull out what looked like a whistle.

"Bruce……?" Catwoman began unsurely hand tightening on his arm.

"Don't, worry I'm calling for backup." was his simple replay.

And with that said raising the whistle to his lips he blew it as out came forth a sudden sound both piercing an unique in sound Selina couldn't even fathom to what it was a Bruce was always full of so many surprises. It didn't take long. There was screeching, there was flapping, an in the end there was crying out from the invading Police- force as out of know where came a ominous, black cloud.

"W-hat in the word?" Selina tried mouth hung agar.

"I told you're their back- up" Bruce called out.

And with that said the black -cloud becoming even larger as Catwoman jumped back wondrous at the sight of all the hissing swarm of Black bats who were shattering there way threw the warehouse windows building was utterly, speechless. All the Police crying out as they ran for cover, there mission to capture all suspects in this Robbery lost to them, her cowering in the fear and awe.

Grabbing Selina as he grabbed hold of his Graffing gun, Bruce looking to shoot a clear shot up to a high light pole aimed his way out to freedom as he securing it to his Belt- harness took for, flight. He however before he went taking a glace back to that of the struggling- in -shock Clown he had taken down only moments before had too suddenly catch his breath at what he saw.

For all that was left of Bozo was a bloody trail and smeared footprints as it would prove to be easy to follow but at the moment being it would have to go cold and unsolved.

"Are you okay?" Bruce suddenly voiced over the loud noise of chaos.

"Me? I'm just….. peachy" Catwoman smiled wrapping her arms around his neck clearly loving his plane of back up and escape and she held on all the more tighter with a releasing sigh. "You love?" she pressed quickly.

No answer. And with nothing more too say pulling up with of wind he and Catwoman fled to their freedom amongst all the Flying rodents as he dropping the whistle in all the flutter sailed off and away. Once, the two of them were back in safer territory he had much to due for all that was plaguing him now besides all else was that of the staring pair of haunting Black eyes.

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Racing through Town in his flashing red Ferrari Bruce was in a mix of emotion and disbelieve for where he was going now had too at least give him some answers an if it didn't he wasn't going to get much rest, tonight. Listening, too the Transitive- radio as the Police reported the update of the Robbery of the bank he was pleased to note most of the Clowns he and Selina had taken down were now in custody.

All, expect one he thought. For going into the Robbery and the bank he had thought it would be easy but in the end in proved not too be as he was somehow tortured by it now at what he had possibly seen? It was those damn eyes he took. He swore he knew them knew them, in fact at the start very well as he was the one often looking into then when they weren't full of such striking, anger.

Had that been him? Had that been……….? God, all of this was such a mess Bruce thought to himself for it was bad enough him an Selina had almost gotten caught by the Police but now he had all this to figure out. For, he prayed as he continued speeding down the lower parts of the city one off from Midnight that it had not been thee One? He'd strucked-out of the game for if it had been? Shudder.

Screeching to a sudden halt minutes later as his tries through up dirt and rubble as he hastily parked Bruce was fast on his feet getting out of his Sports car as he stopped briefly to look at the building he raced, too. It was an abandoned Motel one of the shabbiest and oldest he had ever seen in this part of the city though that was saying much as it was a wonder it wasn't down already for rebuilding.

But all of that wasn't really the point right now. What he came here for was in the building as he had too for himself see that it wasn't true for if it was? He feared what might end. Because there was no turning back from here on for he had to see to be sure his believes weren't all just that as he would have to go inside the man's most revered secret, hide-hole.

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Not taking care as he walked up the beaten down old Staircase as rats went sculling through the dust Bruce keeping an ever watchful eye open continued on his way up too the Fifth level of this, Ram-shack. He had only ever been here once before and say prey that had been enough for him for when the Freak and him were not somewhere else together this was where the Killers main lingering's were to be located.

By, good Oath of a person who's sole goal in life it was too help those people in need to show them justice, was still livable, and free to grasp onto what he was doing now went against all of, that. He was on his way to visiting a mass Serial-killer, and his jolly band of sometimes terrible and just as crazy band of mimic –Clowns, he saw nothing wrong with it an if he did he stopped the thought altogether.

For the matter was he wasn't Welcome here. The rest of the number of escaped Institute prisoners who had till joined up with the Joker along with the streets Thugs and rapist weren't happy about him knowing were they, sat. But really that was just too damn bad Bruce told himself as he made a leap over a few broken steps for he knew about them as he was coming for a check- up call.

No. It was more then that. He was coming up in a rush to see that of his secret- lover to see if he was okay and cursing himself if he wasn't for those pair of Black eyes had been familiar for a reason for they were his, the Jokers. Damit it all.

Approaching the darkly lit hallways as the floorboards creaked under his footing Bruce Wayne soon coming up to the right room he wanted stepping before took in a deep breath. Eyeing, the rusted doorknob his Brown eyes narrowed in thought as he hesitated the very slightest to wonder what he would find inside? Once he opened it and with that in toe he did.

He brisked if playing dumb would help the upcoming situation. He didn't think so but he would give it a try if it came too that for really in all honesty he was hurting at the thought he had possibly hurt the, Lunatic. For deal or no deal the Madman was still his months long Boyfriend as they were closer now then ever for when one bled so did the other or at least that was assumed as it was dire, insanity.

Confirmed. Pushing the door open just a crack he was instantly hit by the smell as he found himself paralyzed at what he saw in the barley-lit room for inside was a small crowd of people but not just any normal people they were Clowns. His eyes being a deadly weapon just as much as he was were quick too catalog the scene to take it all it full view for what it was and what it meant.

There was fresh blood-spills on the worn dusted carpet leading a arrow trail towards the dead centre of the room were a chair had been pulled out as their sitting on it was the witness as Bruce's insides turned icy cold. Grunts and groans of searing pain with the along fast whisperings its party that was all he could hear from where he stood now in the near peeking, space.

It was here he still stood frozen with the shock when suddenly his vision was obscured by the wide opening of the door as he let his eyes widen for only a fraction of a second before they narrowed in understanding.

Yet more stillness. That was all to be said of the gawking of the Moppy faced clown in front of him as he took in the sight of the world known Billionaire in the depths of his, I, and their layout. All it took with seconds in or it felt like that was for the thug like that to spring backwards like that of a frightened deer as the Clown instantly jumped too grabbing his Gun.

It seemed sort funny almost but most of all stressful and wearisome that he had to take of such things so quickly after he and his small Team had all but done so not so long ago but what had too be done had to be, done.

"Harley! I-t…is.....it's him!" Shrieked out Moppy.

And it was there the noise was silenced. For not in any particular mood right now which pictured happy rainbows and sunshine grabbing hold of the Clowns shoulder roughly Bruce taking aim put his sudden opponent to, sleep. Quickly, the rest of the crowed in the room grabbing their Guns as well too raise them high went in for the deviance against the unmasked suddenly appeared anti-Hero.

"Hold your fire!" the Jester shouted.

And with that said all the ready Clowns with there Guns halted in there assault on the one and only Batman as she giving each a glare to have it slowly fall on him nodded her head towards the door, her black lip curling into a, sneer. And at this silently keeping their distance the Clowns in the room left as all the dwelt behind was the main two and him as the room was to be but on lockdown for sure.

Watching them leave as his hands held limp at his sides fingers motionless Bruce held his breath as looked to that of Harley Quinn's as it was icy and blue as the Artic Ocean. Perching her twitching lips sourly in an attempt to not scream at him balefully like she most desperately wanted to turning away from him sharply to continue in on her work Harley was purely fuming at the, mouth.

And it was her work he turned to as well. For a noticeable gasp of something left him to see the once white- towel draped over a tanned freckled shoulder was now stained deep red as Bruce heisted in the doorway at a total, loss. What should he do? What should he say? He had too say something in this ignorance for he had come here for a purpose and that purpose was to visit on his personal devil as that Demon was indeed in trouble.

"What happened?" He found himself whispering sooner then later.

It was no use in trying too lie. He expected the Murdering- nut to at least acknowledge he was here but he did no such thing as he continued to quiver like a leaf under Harley's touch. With, his head deeply bowed in green snake like greasy tresses there was nothing to be seen or heard from him but that of the blood and the grinding of yellow teeth as she did her work.

"Oh, like you don't know!" hissed Harley on right back shrewdly she with a pair of odd looking Pliers pulled something wet and sticky out of the Freaks right shoulder as the Clown gripping that of chair's arms let out a string of loud curses. "This, is your entirely your fault you stinken good for nothing Freak! For look at my poor poor Muffin he's hurt and it's all because of you and that stray Feline, of….yours." she hissed on wildly throwing the tool down too the floor as she picked up a stained- wash- cloth.

Bruce said nothing to this. Remaining silent as he continued to look over the scene which was not pretty by any way for it was he fault like she had declared and he knew it he somehow still didn't want be put to, blame. Really what could he have done? These people in this room with him now were Criminals of the worst kind who were constantly on the run and who never free.

And so on being the on of whom had responded to the Cities cry for help he had acted out his duty yet he had no intention, nor did he have any idea it would ever lead up to any of this happening.

"If, you hadn't been there we would have all that money by….now" the Clowness rambled bitterly on as she leaving the Jokers side grabbing hold of the water bowl beside her hip gave him a lasting nasty glare. "It would have been all ours, but yet again like always you had too ruin everything that we've worked hard for all those idiots we lost……" she trailed turning her back on him all but indifferently.

As, he watched her then leave towards the bathroom Bruce taking everything in was left in the wake to observe and think quick of something to due for if going for anything it had too be soon. Uneven, breathing going off as Bruce watched the Clown fully taking in his appearance for the first time Bruce was struck by the sight curiously.

The Joker, as long as he knew him having his personal bizarre fashion-sense of dressing up in his Plum- purple duster, an matching vested suit it was that to what was most used to seeing as it was what made the man in white Face-paint, him. There were times though when he didn't go for that well-known I'm crazy look as he dressed up as a normal citizen to blend in with society now and here.

Problem was he had forgotten about that. Because here the Looney was now sat down in a pair of dirty torn jeans and a shirtless chest as his golden- kissed skin was thinly covered with sweat, as he looked to have the comings of a, fever.

Taking a cautious step forward eyes full of enduring as they darkened the Wrath longed too go to the Wacko and sooth him as that was his mission here an now the only thing was he had to get, closer. Waves of hostility were rolling off of the Clown by this point and before long Bruce got his answer as he paused quick as he watched the head slowly turn to the side too speak for the first time this, night.

"Don't…come…any closer." the Maddog grounded wordlessly.

The harsh warning hailed him quick for a moment longer Bruce had to admit though the sting wore off just as suddenly as it had come and he before long having crossed the room did he attempt to reach out to his Lover. And, it was at that exact instant that person turned his daring gaze towards his spot on as their eyes locked as Bruce found himself pierced right through all over again by those furious Black haunting eyes as they left him, thoughtless.

"Get out!" the Psycho hissed through his rotten teeth. Fingernails digging into the chair now more then ever nails scrapping along the wood as white bone sprouted forth at the joints he gritted his teeth incurably. "Just, get the hell out of here!! I don't want too see you now, back off an leave me now…..mmm…. b-efore I set my pets on you," he proclaimed fiercely yet more crimson oozing fourth.

Bruce found himself wordless. He hadn't heard the Clown speak like that to him in such a long time now he found it incredibly unbelieving for that was how it had been in the beginning but now it seemed it had reverted all over, again. The man was angry with him no cross that out he was much more then angry as his twisted, dark insane-flaming eyes proved it. The question why? He knew.

This had to be about something else something more powerful he thought to himself and why shouldn't it be? He had attacked his Boyfriend in the act of him aiming to shoot down Catwoman an in the outcome he had hurt him. But he wondered if it was more then just that? Maybe the man felt he had been victimized or something else but any other way he was going to find out for himself.

"Jack….?" Bruce tried softly hand out to touch him.

But instead what he got was a shove backwards as that was the exact same time Harley at hearing the fuss came waltzing her way back into the room for at seeing him so close to her beloved did she act on it. Pulling her twin red and black Guns on him did her frosty eyes give a scowl he was weary of for a nuisance at most but a tricky thing all the same when she wanted too Quinn was not to be taken lightly.

"This, isn't the way this has to be." Bruce said coolly hands falling.

"I think it does" Harley piped eyes narrowing.

"I came here to see him not…….. you" Bruce began looking towards her his handsome face a smooth calm mask of his very own one his had carefully come up with in his many years in the public eye as he check himself always. "So get out of my way, Quinn" he started he voice was full of authority as also the voice of Gotham's lost my lost in abyss forever Hero.

"Fat, chance asshole for what do you want to do? Gloat and smile at what you did to him?" she cried her index fingers popping up and down on her triggers as her eyes flashed. "To see that giant piece of wood you crewed through him, huh? He would be in some serious trouble right now isn't that right Jokey-bear? if it weren't for me as I'll take good care of him now, unlike….you!" she spat.

That too hurt for a second. He watched her carefully as she lowered her left Gun-wilding hand to place in very lightly on the Crazies shuttering shoulder as she ran her fingers up and his skin with a sad eye fluttering smile.

"This is none of your concern." Bruce continued with curt note.

"Oh, it is for things that are his problems are mine as well" she brought back with a snap.

Bruce knew he hated this woman for a reason for here it was. She was so oblivious to what her position truly was that she prouded herself in being the Jokers second in command were else she could be dropped any day just like that. It was her blind devotion and crushing love for the Clown that made her this way as Bruce had frankly had enough of it.

She needed to either get out of the way or he was going to make her for her being her daggling herself in the middle of them like this was just what she loved best but right now wasn't the time for her sick gaming obsessing, jokes. But suddenly it seemed he stood astonished and a bit appeased though it was a bitter sentence of words at final last that slipped out of the Sadistic's mouth.

"Shut up Quinn! And get him out of, here!' the Madman growled more stormingly so then before.

"I'm not going anywhere." Bruce said simply voice low in return.

Harley who had been biting her lip in her fun at seeing the fight between the two who's head had gone from right to left in a Tug- a- war was suddenly snapping it back to him a gleeful smile suddenly breaking, through.

"So, you want to be shot then? Is this a death wish I hear?" She giggled evilly.

"No I'm simply stating I'll not be moving out of your way if you,……. do." Bruce answered easily closing his eyes for a brief moment in thought before opening them once again as they were deeper in the depth. "I have to speak to him understand me? It's of importance and if you wish to get in my way or me in yours so be but I'm not leaving either way,……Harley." Bruce stated eyes narrowing.

"Find by me" she smiled on disgusted however that he used her name as he had a similar feeling though it had been point taken for she was in the pit of something all right as way over her head. "I've, been dying to shoot your pretty brains out for a long time now Batman, so farewell and have a great journey to hell, I'll be writing to you too show my most sincere wishes on my soon to be happily ever after, so Hasta la vista babe nice not, knowing…. ya" she chuckled as she bringing up both Guns once more cocking them squinted an eye to point them right square at his forehead head his face still remaining a blank canvas.

"Get out!" the Joker suddenly repeated deftly quieting all.

Rising his good arm to point his red-washed hand towards the door the Clown not really seeing or caring either way about the two bickering rivals pointing his shaking finger did he thrust it doors the open door. He, didn't look good Bruce told himself for it was possible he have fever like he had suspected as it seemed his shoulder was on fire hurting him more then ever.

Harley in the mean time seeming to put all together that her Boss was in need smiling in her victory to slowly lower her weapons yet again did she to point them towards the doorway giddily.

"You, heard him you lying backstabbing Bat out!" Harley cried shrilly pleasure shinning brightly in her steely eyes all the more brighter as she was all but grinning from ear too ear. "He's told you already he doesn't want you here, so get lost and leave for don't waste your breath trying to talk to him for he's had enough with you, so why don't you go shove that pretty- boy head of yours right up yo-….." she said in her charm I in her rant but suddenly she was put off with a loud gasp.

"No, you out Quinn he stays!" the Killer corrected.

That was a shocker. Well not to him so much as he had known what he had meant from the start but to hear this must of seemed like large start to her surprise to what she had been threatening so wildly.

"W-what but…C-upcake?" Harley stuttered mouth agape and closing as her eyes widened as she turned to the Main Clown of this fairy tale gone dark and eerie but then again not as nothing had ever been merry. "He.-he did this too you, why give him a second chance?" she began looking to him bent over an back to Bruce who stood statue still listening.

"Now…..". He let loose dropping that hand as he fidgeting in his seat as the other went out to that of his wounded right shoulder as he came back to examine his fingers which where coated in bright blood as his shivered. "And,….. …..shut the door behind you for if I even catch you listening in it will be your blood next, too decorate the walls do you u-nderstand….. me?" he whispered Black eyes narrowed slits.

Nodding her head with visible tears in her eyes Quinn not Bruce turning on her heels with her head held up high went on her way out her high Heeled-boots clinking down on the creaking old floor loudly. But, that didn't seem too be the end of it for right there when she was about too shut the door did the Clown bid her back with an immense message to his abdiente pet.

"Q-uinn?" the Twisted man whispered.

"Yes, Boss?" she managed tears of unfairness burning in her eyes.

"The rest…..?" He began licking his scared red lips wet as he turned his head slightly her way with a immediate hard look which she meat square on with a quick flicker over her eyes towards that of the watching Wrath.

"……Understood." she breathed bitterly.

And with that said with a lasting ugly scowl on her white- face did she leave the room with the slam of the door for good as silence for once was left to fill in the void. Turning away from the door as he heard her shovel down the hallway beyond cursing out murmurings in a show of her great displeasure did Bruce turn his most sincere attention back to the display at hand as it was time to face the, music.

Turning away from him in his chair his back still hunched over did Bruce see for himself how bad the injury the Clown had suffered really was as there was a hole not a big hole mind you but it was a rather nasty piercing. Fingers, tipping into water that the Jester had left behind did the Clown completely indifferently ignore him as the crushing waves of fueling anger and judgment kept on coming

He had said before he was a man on a mission hadn't he? Yes. This to him then was nothing for he wasn't going to be ignored though that always was something new. But all the same he had things to say and he was going to say them staring now for with Harley and everything out of their hair he was free to talk or it would seem the Killer, was.

"What,….do….you want from me?" the Clown began as Bruce took turn to take step closer relief all things had not been right as he watched the Fool raise a wet rag too the deep raw hole in the shoulder to tab at it as a stinging howler was, released. "I don't want you here, understand so just scatter like the Good-boy you so claim to be and just leave me a-lone, as….I don't have time to deal mmm-m….with you as you've done enough d-amage…..?" he trailed cringing in utter pain.

"We need to talk and now before this gowns, out of…control" Bruce found himself saying as he watched water from the washcloth dirty down onto the even filthier floor as it was mixed in color. "For, I realize your……...upset with me." he amended raising his eyebrows as it was truth be told as there was no escaping it not even, close.

Stillness. He had to agree with himself the upset was exactly not the right words to describe this moment for as soon as that short sentence was finished the clown staggered in his chair going utterly rigidly.

"I, don't need to do any thing lease of all…talk too….you." the Joker grounded turning his head now seconds back over his shoulder to stare once more back at Bruce who only stared on back as there was much emotion and bitterness. "For after tonight, your going too wish this had never happened…do your hear me? Never. As angry doesn't even cut it, not even…. c-lose" he whispered teeth bared in a grimace as his eyes dulled lifelessly as he turned quickly away yet again.

Well this was starting off splendidly but were was he thinking it would to for it sure as heck was not going to be pleasant and that he braced himself for he could the yelling and screaming and fury what handle was being given the, cold shoulder.

"Look….." Bruce started unevenly. He had to get this out for it was what had started all this and as he thought back to it did he recall flashed of glimmers in backwards to the nights activities. "What happened back there at the Bank,…it was an accident," he choose as a perfect word for it had been clear and simple.

"Don't!" the Joker shot back.

"Listen too….. me." Bruce insisted calmly bearing down on him.

"Why should I!" the Murderer suddenly bursted jumping up to his feet to turn on him as they were for the first time in a couple days face too face as the Joker was sizably livid as sweat shined wetly on upper lip. "For, I don't want to hear you pathetic excuses,....or your sorry ass half apology I just want you now out of m-y…life….so go, get out of here, I want too see you march out of that door an,… n-ever come back….to see me ever again or your gone you hear me, Your. DEAD. The Batman!! " he raged spit flying.

"You, can't mean that" Bruce whispered instantly not buying it.

"But I do now go!" the Lunatic bellowed.

And with surprise he punched at swing at the Billionaire striking Bruce's jaw as he grabbed hold of his shirt as he yanked him forth to shove him away but in the state he was in all of this did little to nothing as the Hero didn't even, budge. But, it was paining him too see the other man this way as Bruce didn't want him to suffer any more like he had said all thanks to him as he needed to stop this.

"Stop this." Bruce called grabbing hold of the Clown's wrists as he kept his voice as positive as he could as the Criminals weak attempts to fight him off her nearly laughable but this serious business and he took it that way. "Stop this….now" he said firmly his hold locked an keyed as the younger man tried too flee.

"No….no…you get out!" the Joker growlingly insisted shoving harder.

And it was at this seeing there was no other way tightening his hold ten fold did Bruce pulled the Killer to him in an embrace as he wrapped his arms around him wholly not willing to let go until this feverish temper attack of his, faded. Fighting him against the hold as he growled out like the wild wounded animal he was the Clown was absolutely wildly out of control as inanity was his name, truly.

Fingers idly in soothing strokes running up and down the Freaks bare back as he held on taking extra care of the injury did Bruce attempt so salvage this crisis he had started one step at a time.

"Take, it easy in and out breaths." He murmured in the Clowns ear as the man's temper was over the top as he was over coming rapidly enough as if from a brutal, heart attack but calming down all the same. "In and out breaths, let your body relax, take breathing in and out calmly to ease yourself and her….. mind, Breath." he continued chantilly grip never wavering.

And closing his eyes it worked. Breathing slowing, heart rate becoming rhythmic it seemed his plan had worked after all as the Nut releasing a deep stuttering sigh going limp in the Bats hold fell did he fall, quiet. The Psycho's skin was flaming hot too the touch he noted as seconds ticked on by in this new found temporary peace as the fever was taking hold of him as he had to somehow help disguise, it.

"What's the real problem here,….huh?" Bruce ushered in a private hush.

There was no replay. The only sounds heard were that of rapid shallow breathing as Bruce tried to figure out what was really going on inside the Clown's jumbled head as that was the key ingredient to making this all go away without circumstances. The in- and- out intakes became more and more steadier by the minute as time passed on by slowly with direction but at last in shattered.

"It's….its all that," was the Killer's weak answer.

"Is what?' Bruce questioned curiously.

"It's,…her…it's ermmm...it's the C-at" was the louder groan.

He knew it. Just somehow deep down in his bones Bruce knew Selina had been cause too this problem he now had to deal with as it made perfect since.

"What about her?" Bruce asked eyes narrowing.

"I saw how it….. w-worked," the Joker began in a harsher voice again as his fingers dug themselves into Batman's arms as his face was bared deep in the crock of Bruce's neck as he felt his full battered lips pull into a sneer against his, artery. "I, saw how….you…….looked at her when the two of you… w-ere taking out…. all my men back there at that god forsaken bank!,….as it was different,….it was….different no i-t was more then that it was…. s-pecail." he blew breath hot and fouler then ever.

"Special in what way?" Bruce asked unimpressed.

His heart at this moment started too speed up. He, didn't know exactly why but it had to do with the fact the two of them were in fact talking about Selina as it didn't settle right with him as he felt slightly uncomfortable. He, had done a job well by teaming up with Catwoman as that meant where ever he went she was likely to follow as it was a good things she had yet to cross hairs with the, Devil.

And how things were looking up now he swore to himself he was going to keep that up for him and the Clown and Selina in a room together was a highly- dangerous thing, as somehow he had to keep trying his best to avoid that at all costs.

"Spieca-l, in the way that you've never,…. looked at me like……. that." was the shocking hiss as it was muffled as the Clown snapped his jaw tightly together to not say the words yet they slipped between the Scarred lips anyhow. "Difference….there was a difference" he repeated as he held on too those strong arms.

Bruce was stunned. For what did that mean? Pushing the Clown back then a firm hand going to his naked sticky chest did Bruce look him over hard and critical for something had gone more unscrewed here he just needed time too find it. But honestly what was he suppose too get from all that? What way had he been looking at Catwoman that differed then how he normally looked at her? And how did the Madman seem too have notice it?

"You, are special too…. me" Bruce finally found himself saying as he found it was no longer a lie as he brushed the back of his fingers across the Killers painted cheek as he wiped some sweaty green waves back from his greasy, forehead. "I'm sorry you feel that way but as is I don't quit get what your getting at, but tell me all the same is this what the problem….. is?" he was conflicting conflict.

"….No and yes" the Maddog sighted heavily eyes re-closing.

"Then which one is it? What is there I can do too make all this,….. better?" Bruce asked leaning in to pressed his forehead to that of the other man's as he waited and with a held breath. "What do you want from me?" he finished.

The Jack-in-the-box was quite for a few moments as the Protector could feel him clench and unclench his jaw all over again in his thinking as he at last feeling the dark-lashes touch his cheek did the Wrath pull back.

"Your word," the Joker breathed in that serious voice he always used when he meant deadly business for this seamlessly was no jock as Bruce watched him lick his red- lips to slowly raise his dark eyes back up to him "I…..want your word too your loyalty to….me." was his response as it came out smooth but with a double slicing edged, meaning.

What was going on here? It seemed today had truly been fated to end badly as first there was the Robbery gone amuck and now here he was faced with this a certain something he didn't quit understand and yet he, did. For with just that simple sentience Bruce in words new everything as it all came together like that with a snap of fingers to make perfect, sense.

"My loyalty to you is intake." Bruce said with half a smile.

He recalled as he said this earlier morning activities with Selina while the two of them at his Mansion had gone about practicing in their Martial Arts, in a wrestle of wits and cleverness. If, things had gone any further then what they had Bruce right now would have to say he was lying straight- faced but the thing was he wasn't as he had stopped it all just in, time. But barely.

Seeing Selina's face like that so up close to be able to smell her delicious sent and to be able to look deep into her glorious hazel eyes had been a high like he hadn't experienced for a long while now. The difference though from what he felt with her and what he felt for the Clown was separately distinked as they each brought something unique with them to the table as each had their own taste and will some better then others. But it was and evenly divided line.

As he said these words he watched as the Joker eyed him closely with nearly unblinking murky eyes as his scared lips holding a hard-line of thought and dark consideration were suddenly parted with a releasing, sight. For, nearly a half a second Bruce had been unsure of what was going under for in his soul and mind he knew he wasn't lying, but how could he be sure his face wasn't showing something else? He didn't and that was frustrating.

"Is, it or is it just a matter….of time mmm for I w-wonder?" the Joker began his voice deepening as he bunched the fabric of Bruce's jacket up tightly in his shaking fists. "For I see it just like I saw it for there in the few spectacular,…… moment-s the two of you were….. playing chow- pow- Ninja I saw it all as your hiding something I can just, since…..it…feel it." those eyes were darkening all over again to a nasty shade as the red sloppy smile began to twitch unpleasantly as got heavy.

Frowning his brows back at this totally taken off guard Bruce didn't know what to say for what was happening here yet again? He was telling the Freak-case the truth so why didn't he seem to believe him? Damit. As he looked at the Creep now flashes of Selina's face began popping up before his eyes as he suddenly blinked them all away have flashbacks only backwards in images of longing.

"You're being delusional." Bruce said quickly in hiding face empty.

And with said he letting go of the Killer all together taking a large step back to get free of the sudden constriction he felt pulling at him from the deepest parts of the Jokers clear unsettled fury did he feel suddenly over whelmed. What was going on? Why was Selina's face popping up on him like that? And most of all at a time like this as it was becoming all too much as he had to turn away.

But that didn't necessarily mean he was free. For maybe it was really him at this moment of time who was the delusional one for as he turned away to press his fingers to his forehead was Bruce attacked. For, one thing you learned with staying with the Clown was never too turn away from him while he was in the middle of something or it might just be the last thing you ever, did.

"So, tell me since I'm clearly always the junkie one here is your trusting new gal Pal more important then,….me now?" the Joker sited his voice becomingly low as Bruce hearing it stopped to straighten his back as the Murderer's voice held that particular edge. "For I can tell you keeping something secret, for tell me now is she….m-ore…important then me? hermmm your… Boyfriend! What is it about her which makes her all the more specialer for I want too know the truth, say it!" he shouted out murderously in his existing Mental-ness.

This conversation had gone from wonderfully upset to calm to now furious as Bruce didn't know if he had it in him to argue back but really what choice did he have? He didn't.

"Is she?" the Clown chillingly asked.

"She's my friend," Bruce stated formally.

And turning around now did he aim a glare back at the Lunatic as his own eyes had been boring holes into his turned back all this but it was a weak attempt at a stare that was famous for its nightmares and cruel attentions.

"A friend…mmm…yes and also a certain a-llay if, I'm….correct" the Joker drawled his free quivering hand coming to around grasp his wounded wet shoulder with a sputter as he swallowed repulsively.

"Catwoman's a friend like I said." Bruce found himself repeating once more.

Giving Bruce a twisted look at that answer as he chocked head to the side did the Clown walking away a few steps fall back into his chair as he hit his shoulder with a loud stinging, curse. Bruce as he watched this scene with narrowed guard eyes did he withhold the desire in himself to want to go back and run to the Madman and make him listen.

But as for as things were going now he held back. The Joker's new angry bitterness at Catwoman was something new and frightening yes but Bruce told himself to not let it get to him as there had to be away around this. His blood at the intensity of the conversion was starting to boil on high just like that of the Killer's and to let that happened was, dangerous.

For with one of them mad the situation could still yet be saved but with the two of them pushed over the edge well that was a dangerous thing that never ended, well. For when he was upset Bruce couldn't control his emotions and hence his strength as that had been proven in the past with the many injures he had conflicted on the Clown for all his unjustly trouble and terrible crimes.

He didn't want to hurt him. He feared if this blew out of control if it could not be saved he might due something he regretted for the Wacko was already hurting thanks to him an he was contestably upset as his present growing fever didn't make matters any, easer. He was sick and being sick he had to be treated as all he was saying now could be a result to his fevered mind and wound or it could lead to being the truth of how he felt as that was defiantly something knew and yet it….wasn't.

When together not like this the two of them were normally very expressive of how they felt never exactly saying it but showing it all the same as it left no middle undeserving. But now as he thought back to that and how different it was from then till now he disgruntled to say he misted that for this moods of the Slayers were giving him a whiplash but really was he any different? Possibly not but more in control.

"You, mean….Kyle's?" the Looney gasped head bowed in tangles.

Bruce was suddenly taken aback. How did he know here real name? He thought about it for a long second in but in the end really it didn't really surprised him for the Rats of Gotham just knew certain things. So, why would it be below the Prince of Rats to not know who Catwoman really was? It wouldn't. As that would not surprise Bruce at all though it left behind in its wake a strange feeling of foreboding protectiveness as strange feeling he was being more used in these last few mouths.

"Don't for a moment, think I don't know who were talking about for I-I….do" the Joker said slowly looking back up and over to Bruce his eyes getting lazy as he swallowed yet again more thickly then before a more sweat rolled down his face. "I, know a lot of things about her now most importantly her fetish for Black- leather,….. and claws….. for as I see it you and her are well beyond just dandy…for isn't that nice." he said bitterly with a cough as fingers resembled claws on the armrests.

Bruce made a face. So this was where this was headed was it? Ah. It was all starting to come more together more him at this moment but even with it did dispel the irritation he felt building inside himself become something more.

"Is this some kind of interrogation game of yours?' Bruce asked as he took a small step fore ward. "A question session, about weather or not the two of us are involved? For if it is I refuse too answer any of it for is nonsense and all for of a sudden blind streak of,….. jealousy" he scoffed the word out seeming repulsed by it as he himself once in a Blue-moon had been a very envious man himself but now that was over with. as it end in tragedy.

"Maybe it's all just that; or maybe….e it's not as it d-ependes for you tell…..me?" The Joker said suddenly breaking out into hiccups of his dare he say it laugher as it took Bruce totally out in its suddenness. "For, you can't just stand there, and expect me too. believe it so easily that n—othing is…..what it is for you tell me now, I-f she's turning into a threat as I---I what to hear it coming from,…... you?" He said his breathing becoming heavier once more as his brows crunched down together into a deeply lined- frown.

That took him off guard yet again in lest then five minutes. For what did he mean my a….threat? The man was unbalanced that much was seen for it seemed he was crossing that line between a stretch and a cracking, snap.

"What threat?" Bruce breathed anyhow through his teeth.

"Don't play….dumb with….me," the second man glowered threatenily.

"I'm not." Bruce told effortlessly.

He had a hunch no it was much more stronger then just any hunch he had a crystal clear idea to were this was heading as it was heading straight for rocky, waters.

"The, treat that she is a… p-problem!" the Freak roared.

And in his fiery anger in his chair he striking out knocked the water bowl and lamp off by near by table as it all came to a clatter and smash on the floor to just to the whole pile of trash they already stood, in. Dripping water could be heard as they were lucky the place hadn't set fire but none of that mattered now as only this now and them did in this moment of extreme confliction.

He knew the man was violent, he knew he was a Killer but over these last few mouths together in their constant eviling companionship Bruce would have liked to say he had calmed that streak in him but apparently, not. For no matter what he did this out of his mind man before him now was always going to be like this he just hoped he could change that before it was far to, late.

"Jealousy, isn't a becoming emotion for anyone lease of all…. you." Bruce stated darkly.

He had been jealous of Harvey Dent no questions asked. It had made him arrogant, well more arrogant then he already seemed and too foolish but once he had seen how much she…..Rachel had seemed to care for him did he pull back. It, was a sad story to suddenly be thinking about and above all the love his had lost all due to his mistakes.

It was comical still that here he stood facing her very executioner just like he would be standing her have a polite conversation any day with any ordinary person but that was a lie for he wasn't. Yet again he had the unpleasant feeling he normally felt when he thought back to his longest childhood friend back the first love of his life.

He wondered what Rachel with think of him now? Weather or not she would be disgusted with him like he still was with himself now and then though it had lessened with time or would she be happy for him for finally moving on like had wanted? No. All those things were too much for him to handle right now as he had too much on his plate as this was his trouble now and he had to deal with it.

He had disliked Dent from the state without even realizing what was going on and now it seemed the Fool Prince was jealous of Catwoman as it was all going back to back as it was something ironic and yet deadly as it was not something for the faint of heart.

"So I'm suddenly jealous" the Clown said between his teeth as Bruce was in a shock brought back to the present back from the cage of his own inner thoughts of the future and the distant past. "But tell me dirty- rich Boy? What are you going to do a-bout it mmmm…er? There is nothing you can do to fix it, because if she's going to be stuck in the middle between us from now on; then….. she's just going to have to be put out of the game for like it or n--ot…. that's what is goi--ng to h-appened…. if what you have with her continues for it must…. stop now you must ask her to ….stop seeing you," he said and he seemed determined on this.

He couldn't believe this was happening. Since when did the murdering escapee become like this? This was the first time since the beginning of their so called relationship he had ever really seen him act this way. And why you ask? he was angrily jealous of a woman he didn't even know like he still know dent as he saw her as a threat a threat to them. For was that truly the case here?

"You can't rule my life by saying something like, that" Bruce pointed out forcing himself not to get any more upset then he already was as he need to be patience for all this steam would run out soon enough right? Right "No, more so then I can yours as what your asking me to do is unfair as well as it is unnecessary, as I will tell you again as I have already there is nothing going on between me and her as she's no threat to you nor to….. us" Bruce tried.

"Not, now she's not but trust me in the f-uture she….might be." the Joker returned as he whipped his sweaty brow to turn his head to the side as if to pour some water out of his ear as his lips, trembled. "That kind of woman…..y-----es I know as they will never give up till they get what they want…. and what she is after….is…you…..I see it, I can feel it, in her,……e-eyes and for that she's a threat an she needs taking care of as I don't share. Never have. Never…..w-wil---l." was the weak final respond as the Maddog slumped more into his chair.

Bruce stilled at once. For that blood in his veins which had already begun to boil at the ridiculousness of this averment just got hotter as it for was that just a threat now to Selina's life? Yes it was. This man before him in his time had taken woman he had cared about before as he didn't doubt he would do again and especially in his dubious mind set for yet again Rachel was on his……mind.

Taking a step forward and then another as he closed the distance between them coming up to stand right in front of the Clown's chair as he smashed his hands over those of the killers was the Hero now dead serous too. He, was not plagued by injury nor did he have any fever but one thing Bruce wasn't going to do was tolerate any threats made on Selina's life little or not.

"If you ever touch her….." Bruce waned his eyes now nearly as dark as those of the Psychopath as the two squared off the Killer looking like he was ready to pass out any second. "If, you lay even one finger on her I will so help me-…….." the Bat began his voice low and calm now though he felt nothing of the sort in the inside out.

"You'll do what k-ill……. me?" the Joker laughed out his breathing now becoming raged and sharp as nearly all of the white make and black on his face was washed away by the sweat of the high fever. "To make things easer for her?Nnana -blabh……….or perhaps lock me away like you did so…grandly….the time b--efore in that hell house, yet me and my Pooches escaped why? because your …always so distract-ed……….but for that what is right in front of you, for no no no no… you don't have the… b--alls…or p-power to put me back away for y---you can't do….it you can't,….you w-wouldn't as its to l-llate." he nodded weakly his head lolling side to side.

"I wouldn't be so sure." Bruce took as his hands tighten on that of the Lunatics as the Clown cried out at the sudden pressure as he snapped too back in his chair hissing as blood speared a lovely picture on the back of the wooden chair. "For like it or not, I am the man who made the deal between us in the first place as I have the power alone to end it, because if you ever harm her….. I will and much more finish what I wasn't able to finish at the beginning, for it will be the end of it…all" Bruce said indigently as he meant all of it though in many aspects it hurt it hurt a lot and he didn't quit know why yet a voice in the back of his mind whispered his unknown secrets.

"… Y---ou can't do that." the Joker drawled eyes dancing as his scared red- smeared lips curled up in a blistering snarl as he was now every inch of the Insane murderer he so proudly portrayed as the Caped Cruader held his ground. "You wouldn't do that,…now …..not when we-…you can't I won't let you do….. that!" he growled lowly teeth yellowly bared.

"I, can and I will if you step out of…. line" Bruce called pulling away.

He watched then as the Wacko digested all of this as his sleek bare chest rose and fell with each set of heavy breaths held an odd look.

on his face as he looked back at Bruce but yet no quit seeing, him. The unmasked diligent-Hero of Gotham city would have liked to have said that had worked and been the end of the dangerous talks but things never seemed to be on his side.

For as soon as the struck look had come it was gone in a flash. Dark eyes becoming all the more distant as those lips still curled upwards from his teeth making all those horrible remaindering scars seem all the more pronounced did Joker change. No, longer did he seem to have reason not that he had much of it to begin with but the look on his wasted yet still handsome face now unnerved the Hero more so then he could ever say.

"She's…going…..t-oo die" the Clown murmured simply.

Snap. That would be the sound going off inside our Saint's head as all the patience and resolve not to hurt this man finally gave out to his built of anger as this was far, enough.

"Then this here is finished!" Bruce found himself yelling.

"E-enough…..!" the Joker cried back throwing his hands over his ears.

The Wrath would have felt pity for the mass Crazie then if it weren't for his own anger as he had not pleased in hitting him down like with his words but he needed to hear them or else things really were finished.

"It's not enough!" He continued. All his pent up energy and fears from to night coming out for the first time as he let loose all of it as it was so unfair. "For I understand your hurt and that's my own fault, but do not make me choose sides here, as I won't, because she is as much a part of this now as I am for I need her on my side, just as much as I don't need the crazies out there on the bad side as its all one big puzzle as were its' main piece don't you…. see?" he fumed truly aggravated as threw up his hands.

"You, mean the c--razies out there like me…. right?" the Looney mussed back with narrowed hazy eyes as he licked his lips as he took a deep swallow and gulp of air. "Yes see…I am one of them B-atss…. as there is nothing changing that, as I will rip apart this city all over again if I have in order to get her out of the way,…. f-or I will not be pushe--d to the side…. by some stray who just wants to get in an get… lucky for she has you wrapped around her pretty finger already, I can see it I have seen it in my f----irst row seat as it was….. sickening….to watch…I nearly……," he worded out trailing off in muttering.

That stopped him short for was that true? Since the first time he had meat her so unexpectedly Bruce had always had the feeling he was under some kind of spell as she just had that alluring sense to her which was, irresistible.

Bruce knew though Selina would never use him to benefit for anything like that and especially after their early morning talk marking the thinning border lines. He, would like to say what the Clown had said about being wrapped up in her everything was not true but to a point Bruce wasn't sure if he could deny it himself.

"You're wrong about her," He called. "As she's a trusted member of the team"

"Team what team…… y-yours?" the Clown sniggered with a shutter.

"Ours" Bruce corrected with an aimed glare. "For we together are what is helping out Gotham in this time of need, as we will end it just like I will if you so much as say anything else about this madness of yours as I hold the contract remember? Not you!!…so listen when I say I want all of this to end now as you will leave her out of all of this you,…. understand me? " Bruce went off at final last.

"Enough I said!'' the Killer hollered bowing his head between his legs as he shook his head this way and that some more as Bruce unscrewed his jaw releasing a deep sigh to calm his racing heart. "J-ust enough already! I can't stand all the yelling anymore, my head is killing…… me it hurts to….. t—hink stop shouting at me!!" the Nut cried desperatly fingers yanking at his hair.

And before long with that sai he gagging released his stomachs contents in a hurling toss onto the dirty floor below as this was a night to remember nightmarishly through and through.

Dame. How did things go so wrong tonight to end up here? Still on fire in his anger as the Villain before him crawled along the floor Bruce with yet again calming breaths took matters back into his own, hands. This was all such a big mess and one he felt compiled to fix having been the one intentionally been the outbreak of it all as he felt the one responsible. For he was.

Besides he had to do something other then stand there unmoving in his great conflict as things needed too be done as the idiot of a Clown needed some taking care of. Bending down to reach out his hands as he left his face unreadable did Bruce attempt to rescue his Boyfriend from his own body waste as he latching on to his side began heaving him back up.

It was easy almost as he with little to no effort had the other man up and about on his legs as he drove them over across the room to that of the only visible ratty looking, bed. Dropping the Freak-case off as there was a loud noise springing of the mattress did the Hero watch the Clown with a groan roll over and turn on his side with a slurring cry out to his right, shoulder.

There was crusted dry blood now covering the affected area of the wound as Bruce looked down to it as he looked back to the chair to make a note that there was a serious loss of blood here going, on. He shouldn't have let this drag out like this as it was clear the Madman was in pain as much as he was still in anger like the both of them as he had to do something to help.

For one thing that he had learned with his multiple job description was to never let a wound set uncovered for to long with treatment or some type of coverage or infection would set in and destroy you. He had no choice.

His first goal in coming here had been to see and help the Joker if he was indeed hurt but somehow in-between that and the Clown's sudden shocking change things had blown out of control. But, now as things were at last quit for the moment being could the infamous Billionaire Playboy get his mind off of things and concentrate on getting the severely Twist- man back to better.

"Your, shoulder let me see….. it" Bruce pressed lightly as he made a tugging motion on the Clowns silly Metal-chain that fell connected to hip and stripped Purple- plum paints. "Your facing mass infection and well as a heat stroke from your fever if we keep this argument up so let me see it, as I can…..help" He sighted wearily yet with great growing concern.

"Go, too h-hell!" Was all he got.

"I'm already there," The Wrath returned.

There was a low crackle of laughter along with some coughing before finally it ended as Bruce didn't quite know what to make of it other then thinking the possibly the Lunatic in paint was crazier now then ever before.

"Jack, please?" He murmured softly. He hated being ignored when times were desperate and what he found he loathed the most was the fact the Clown was ignoring him in the first place as he was the one normally doing that. "Don't do this to yourself….let me help you, let me try and fix this…..please." he broke hoping and waiting with uncertainty.

There was a minute's long pause. Then magically with a weak scoff the Clown allowed it as Bruce motioning the him to turn his back too him started to finally inspect the status of that of the injured. When, he had first come in this rotten Hotel room he had seen Harley in the act of pulling pieces of what looked like wood out of the shoulder with second-hand unsanitary supplies. Disturbing,

But really he thought as he looked around the wound which was raw and deep but not life threatening what else could he expect? these people were Outlaws of the worst kind as they didn't have the pleasure of proper emergency units and, supplies.

"It still has stuff in it." he called soon later holding tight to the Madman's good shoulder as he peered down into the wound with almost laser like eyes as he knew what he was doing. "Splinters and fragments of wood, that woman didn't get out as I really should take a closer look at it an possibly patch it up for you temporarily too, with what you got…..here" he said somehow disapprovingly.

"You….. c--an't even take care of your own wounds,' The Joker said with a ripple traveling down his body as Bruce made a face seeing were this was leading too. "So, what makes you so s--ure you can heal…..mine Her—o?" he laughed darkly.

"That's just the thing on me I terrible but on other's, I've been know in the past too have saved a few……lives" Batman said standing up with guarded eyes his fists balled to his side. "For, believe it or not there are still things out there you don't know about me as I'm a savior of life's not a bringer of….death, as I can and will help with this just try and give me a little credit will you?" he proclaimed as he began to roll up the sleeves of his expensive leather, jacket.

And with that said he went off and got what he could from the room's supplies and set off to work on patching up the Clowns raw shoulder the best he could with what he had as it wasn't so, easy. Having him sit up on the bed as he worked Bruce Wayne was yet again witness too the Joker's agony as he threw up yet again his body twitching under the stress it was under as the fever was nearly broken, in.

The job was getting messier too by the second as the rest of the small to large splinters of wood he had managed to get out made the wound all the more inflamed, more blood ran the fresher as the burning pain only increased. This couldn't be easy seeing as there were no Pain killers to be seen for he shared this pain for his own in more ways then he let on like a lot of things, lately.

"I'm, truly sorry for ….this" Bruce began as he started the first stitch as the needle pieced threw the skin as the Killer let a wavering hiss as he clasped his hands together tightly. "For what happened back there, if I had known it was you sooner I….I wouldn't have attacked you and none of this would have happened, you wouldn't have gotten hurt like…..this" he tried to explain yet somehow coming up empty as he felts quite in his work.

It was quite to quite. It was an eerie peace of silent now that filled the room without all the screaming and shouting yet he couldn't sure if that was raging a silent war inside each others of there heads. It was soon enough thankfully broken and by the most resent one of them as Bruce found comforting as it was a good enough sign if anything things were cooling down. Hopefully.

"Wouldn't you h-ave in front of,….. her?" the Wacko said hoarsely eyes tuned away.

Bruce didn't have an answer for that. For to be honest he had no idea what he would have or wouldn't have done if the Clown had shown up before him and Catwoman as himsef all ready to cause him, trouble. For in his bones he knew he wouldn't have wanted too but before Selina as she knew nothing of their plaguing Devils -deal he wouldn't have had much of a choice.

For explanation would have been in order and that was just something he was not willing to revel yet and nore was the Creep or at least he thought not. Leaning, over as he went along tying up the loose ends of the job he had done did Bruce feel it in himself to try and make up for this more so then he already was trying to as give a shot for what's the worst that could happen. Nothing.

"Will you forgive… me?" He was soon asking pausing the slightest in his work as he thoughtfully pressed his lips delicately to each and every one of his favorite freckles on that right shoulder being very tender. "Jack…..?" he asked wonderfully closing his eyes as he trailed down to kiss more here and there as he thought he could feel a collective inner shutter of delight.

Things, had to go back to how the were as he wished that none of this had ever happened for if it hadn't the Clown wouldn't be hurt now and astonishily crazily envious of Catwoman. None of that would have happened if he had never interfered at that Robbery with all those clone- Clowns and there guns as they raced cluelessly to stele away the lute.

But as he thought about it what little choice had he had? Saving people, in crises situations was what he did and Tonight he had saved life's as well as possiblely ruined some for there was an ugly storm brewing now. And oddly he felt that wasn't the right definition for there had been a storm brewing for a long time as it was only getting larger and larger ready to turn into a, hurricane.

Temporally lost in his inner thought much like he was a lot these day Bruce suddenly upon feeling the touch of fingertips along his doctoring hand did he snap to it clearing his eyes as he was met by the sight of a pair only slightly darker then his own.

Leaning over then to stretch out his neck as if to utter something to Bruce the Clown instead choosing wiser quickly in a swoosh captured the Wrath's lips in a kiss which by itself created shockwaves of crushing -chemistry. Taking, the Killers face between his hands as his fingers ran across the gooey feel of the dissolving face-paint did Bruce relish in the feeling to be kissing this man again.

This was their special thing. For in this time of space work totally forgotten he didn't care about anything else or about the hundreds upon hundreds of worries he had for his city and the states of the minds for all he cared was, him.

"Your, just l-uck--y it had only been you and no one…. else" the Joker panted breaking free from the warm embracing kiss as a trail of bleeding white sweat ran down the side of his face as he swallowed thickly. "For…if it had been anyone else, I would have gutted them alr-----eady for I don't take it lightly when someone tries Shishca-bobing,…. me" he sniggered lightly against the Batman's lips.

"That's me alright the lucky,…. guy" Bruce called back somehow bitterly.

"Know, what would really…really be…….luck-y?" the Joker continued his expression finally relaxing as his dirty blood -covered fingers began running down the front of Bruce's shirt. "Is, that after this is all done the t--wo of us,… can have some nice angry hot sex to get all this unruly aggression, out of are systems,…. as I don't know about you but I'm feeling strange and…unusual" the Clown hushed grabbing Bruce's chin with a giggling wicked smile an hot decaying breath.

It was amazing how the man could be in such pain and emotion and still have his mind in the gutter of all things as Bruce was familiar with in none the less as he allowed it this moment of irrational passion as it felt good and more right then ever, before.

Lips devouring as tongues danced within their mouths a familiar tone the feeling of kissing one another was a electrifying-high like no other Bruce had ever know an yet at the same he knew it was, toxic. Fingers, laced in that damp green hair loosening their grip were the first things too pull on back as he had to do this for now of all times was not the right place too get too cared, away.

"Sorry no…..go." The Hero said quickly pulling away with a gasp.

Looking shocked at this for a long moment with his eyes glazed as his torn ruby lips continued moving without words did the Clown closing his eyes let out a ringing chilling laughter like no other this night. But really what was normal about this guy? Tonight had been odd in all its many changes of feeling and emotion but most all the Crazie man himself was the strangest part of it all.

"Playing, the po---or sport again I se-e….." the Killer ushered bowing his head with a sudden yelp of pain as he gritted his teeth as his hand shot out to his shoulder yet the laughter continued despite himself. "For, I guess get-ing lucky….isn't going out tonight,….quit like I intentionally pictu.....red……for you always have too ruin everything, just…..w-when its all starting to get good don't you! I didn't want it to e---nd" he said eye's flashing as a rumble rose up out of his throat.

"Sorry to disappoint" Bruce choose to say with apology as he pushing back forwards placed a sweet kiss on the Clowns streaked-cheek as the Lunatic let go a deep defeated sight. " But, as things are looking here for now I'd much rather play the Doctor,….as I need to finish stitching up this shoulder of yours or else your going to bleed too,…..death." he called with the truth of the matter.

And with the said the real work began. Finishing up the stitches had taken a little bit more time then he had thought as the Nutcase amazingly now cooperating with him laid face down on the bed. Using, what little he could for bandages Bruce was unspoken for the wound was infected and all in the little time as it need immense care over the next several hours and possible days.

The Murdering Jack-o-lantern had lost a lot of blood yet as the spear of wood had not been small as he hammered himself first thing tomorrow he was going to get the other man some proper medical, treatment. What he had done now was temporary as he'd heal it up well in no time and as he thought about all of this his fingers working away did his flooded mind travel elsewhere.

He had just left her. After fleeing the bank in one piece within the cloud of swarming Bats the Wrath had been instantly hit by the strange feeling of foreboding of what to due next. He had saved the Bank a great loss but also at the cost of something he was not sure of and yet he was for there was no denying that Devils stare as it held true.

That the Bozo clown he had attacked back there and had injured had indeed been that of the Joker in disguise as it all fit together now as he just had to keep moving. For with a sudden ach of his heart did Bruce seeing the seriousness of the matter not giving time to say anything back to Catwoman who panted by his side did he swoop back into the night with his screeching Dark, pets.

What must she think of him? He had said nothing only to disappear as he wondered or not if she was worrying about him? Wondering were he had vanished to so fast too and why? He, hoped she forgave him as much as she would likely brush it off as being just one of his things he did to go off unexplainably to save yet more lives in peril and stop those who did the injustice.

For at the moment he really couldn't choose on what if? If she was worried about him or not he really couldn't bring himself to care at this very moment as he had other priorities to deal with for the Joker needed him now as he was his to, use. All of this was on him he vowed to himself as he would take care of this as it gave him something to do other then guessing over his coming thoughts of what was next?

"Where, were….. yo--u?" Jack asked shortly later as Bruce began sealing the bandages up with Scotch- tap as it was the only thing able in this Rat-hole of a hideout sturdy enough to hold it all together. "I…I waited up for you, when you never showed up those…. Fe—w…. nights back as I took it out on my crew lat-er on,…. in my great let down….. but in the end it was so--oo much fun, hanging out with all of my…..Loyals, and Subjects of my multitasking di-sposal, it was fabulous I made….friend--s" he worded slowly with a sniggering.

"Where do you think I was?" Batman questioned.

He avoided a shutter for one thing he knew about the Clown was that he never made friends as most of the scum's and thieves he pulled of the streets were dead in about a week anyways as nothing ever, lasted. He recalled as he sat here now the icy look the Wako had given Harley before she had stormed out of the room with the rest of the witness Clones as men were now all properly dead.

The Joker didn't tolerate at fat-lip when to the Hero's diminished-reputation or true identity was at risk of being linked for any one Clone clown who spoke out about it was instantly let go or shot in the head as that was the deal. The two of them were protective in their own rights when it due to shielding away the other he just wished the Freak would take more care with his trash.

For even if these criminals were the undeserved parasites of the City they still didn't not deserve to die like this just on the behalf of his true name sake and their ungodly secret being forever kept as it just wasn't right. Yet, he was allowing it as that was like many other things a big check mark on his Black-card to being a likely candidate to go straight to the gates of Hades as he deserved it all.

"I, don't know that why I'm asking… y--ou" the Madman sited as he turned his squished face around on the pillow to glare back at Bruce with new found feeling. "You swore to me you'd come…. ba—ck and you…..didn't." he muttered with a swallow his eyes never leaving that of the suddenly shocked Silent protector's as they dissected upon him seeking out the answer.

He was caught. That night if he remembered correctly had been busy as well as informational as that had been the night him and Selina had really set things off friendship wise as it all started from there on out. But, now tending to the Fool in the sudden bright spotlight he had too say he felt guilty at how things had ended.

He had blown his Villainous lover off to go out to dinner with a pretty woman. Well that was a big story he had to say which resulted in a lot of explanation and explaining he was not willing at the moment to give. The, Joker was already upset with him so why push his bottoms further? He was no idiot for things were bad enough as they seemed now without all of that to feed the lingering hot, flames.

"I was out saving…. lives" Bruce began blinking his eyes to get rid of the fussiness. "Like, I do mostly ever night when out living my double life and outside of chasing after you; for you're a hard guy to find most times then any as I got held up in…. business" he said as he tarred off another stretch of shinny grey- tap.

"That I am…..," was the short answer.

He doubled in that. When the Clown was not here in this falling apart broken down Hotel he was out an about doing what he did best and that was always something to fear and especially in these dark times.

"It, hurt my feelings you…. kno-w" Jack went on never sizing to amaze the CEO of Wayne enterprises for in the height of the agony he must still be feeling he still talked on as Bruce wished he had some painkillers in hand. "As…. I had no one to really play with as all the rest stopped having fun after…..a w---hile," he called with a clenching of fists.

"You don't have feelings" Bruce said coolly.

"H-ow, do you know?" the Killer croaked eyes strained.

This was debatable. Over the few strange mouths of being together he had noted the visible changes in the Murderous personality which concluded in some shifts but when one looked at it from a bigger picture it was all but a smudge of hope. Did the Psycho have feelings? Yes/no? It was a hard question too ponder for a man who loved for the sole trill of a good fight and kill.

But there was something there he told himself as his hands ran over the smooth skin of the Monsters back for he time to time felt it as there was much underneath this man's layers hidden, away. He had grown up in an unloved abusive environment so really could you blame someone like that for being guarded? No. But could they feel anything besides hollowness ever again? Yes…..they could.

For he was. Bruce, had once upon a time been like that back in the darker bleaker younger teen years of his life when he wanted nothing more then revenge for his Parents murders as it had nearly consumed him. Now years later learning how to mask that pain and anger and form it into a weapon did he do it justice by them as his will to change and feel again was what had gotten him over it.

He felt what those around him felt. Knowing some of their pain and loss and helping them get over it for he felt that bond between him and the Clown as it was something ever growing. What he felt for Jack Walker was unlike anything he could decipher as there were many emotions there many he couldn't even describe but what he did know was that the twisted Clown cared he cared a,….lot.

"I don't I just do," Bruce found himself finally saying as he bowed his head at his continuing work. "Because if you had any sort of feelings at all then you wouldn't being doing the things you do, as things like the Laws, and the Rules, the word Justice an Honor would mean something to you but they don't, you feel nothing least of guilt as that's just who you,…. Are." he held back some.

"To, feel any kind of guilt isn't part of my….. agen—da." the Joker said smacking his lips. He let out a long weary sight as he remained still as a statue spread out across the bed as his nostrils flared in the next great inhale. "Never…. has and ne--ver will, as sticky warm feelings,……. t-hey make you weak, and they make you vulnerable to in--jury,…..and I hate feeling helpless." He softly groaned.

"To feel all that isn't weakness" Bruce stated as he was finished at last as he sucking in a deep breath loosening his shoulders did he frown back upon the Murderer some of this making sense some of it not. "It's called being human" he insisted.

"Hmm………right you are B-atss" the Trickster coughed out his eyes becoming more and more lazy in their tiredness as Bruce watched on curiously. "But, I'm no normal h—uman….. like you…. aren't any normal Person cruising around in that freaky Hummer of yours as a ruled over self-righteous Rodent by night, as the two of us… w-will never be normal, no matter how hard we try to fit in, its are way…of life….we've grown out from our roo—ts, as there's no going……back." he coughed biting his tongue.

"We could try" Bruce reasoned thoughtfully.

He wanted a normal life. A life like that would be a blessing like how it was now a curse as he could easily see living the pleasures of a worry free life style but in the end it all came back to, this. For if there wasn't him if there was no Batman to save Gotham from itself then what would everything end up being? Total wreaking chaos as yet more lives would be ruined and lost forever.

So no he couldn't be normal for normal was not what this city needed for what it need was a watchful Hero and a team like Selina to help keep it safe from all corruption and fear from those you wanted to destroy it.

"No,…..we can't." the Ruling Criminal of all criminals said instantly voice going deep as fire returned behind those fading eyes once more as it was ever the more menacing as it seemed to flicker in a wind back to life. "We never can" he voiced.

Troubling. The Hero had a lot on his mind to say the least a lot of it difficult to play through and some of it very easy but all he knew at this precise moment was that he was very tired. Today had proven to be a very busy as well as it was hectic and defining but he had managed to get through it with only minimal damage he couldn't say the same for the Freak-vest.

He had to get back home he tolled himself. The best he could due now was leaving the Clown alone to get some rest as he needed it to get healed up and better. But as he sat there thinking all of day over in his head Bruce deiced just to let it all go for he was to drained now to due much of anything and besides he had made a promise to not leave as he was going to keep, it.

So with that in mind being as careful as he could did he move into spot next to the Joker on the bed as it creaked under their combined weight as he spread out to lay on his side. It was quite for a long time in which neither said anything as Bruce figured the other man had already fallen asleep but with him you never knew anything.

"Tell, me she's out of the ….pic-ture?" the Clown spoke hushly his voice light and casual sounding though listening more closely you could hear the hidden searing conflict in its twisting and turning depths.

The Wrath was surprised and yet he wasn't for Selina the main cause of their sudden conflicting conflict? Yes she was as he was the forgetful on indeed to have thought it would been dropped just like that. But, any other way he had a quick answer for this question and he knew it to be one the other wouldn't particularly like but it was what it was and nothing else.

"I can't do that." He answered.

"See this as a warnin-g ……then," The Joker started as Bruce watched as his eyes opened up once more as they were rich in there muddy color yet the Darkness in them was just at bay he knew. "That, if she ever gets in my way…..between what I need a-nd what I want I will I so promise you end it, as I'll waste….. h-her….clear and easy; do understand what I'm saying?" was the worded hit.

What had he done? Selina was now in danger more danger then she realized all because of him and his mistakes of getting too involved with her for he knew for now on he was going to be watched extra, closely. And it was not just going to be him it was going to be her as well and that in on itself was an issue and he hated it and the web of a trouble he had created for them, both.

The Joker seemed serious about this like he was on most things he obsessed about along side of this twisted dark thing they shared together as he was not going to shack it off like Bruce wished he would. Time he realized was the only real way to know for sure if this was healable. If it was then they could get over it and move on and if not they were stuck and for how long he didn't know.

And that was terrifying. He just wished he knew of some way to warn Selina without alarming her to what he had unintentionally gotten her into as she was now a target of his Mad boyfriend's sickly jealousy. If he could smuggle her out of here safely somehow he would but how things looked right now all he could do was grit his teeth in prayer that things didn't in the future go horribly, unreturned.

"Warning took." He answered automatically.

He understood but only for know he secretly told himself for as soon at those two simple words left his mouth did he regret them as his eyes dulled in their burning light to having to lie on but ends.

"It had…. better." the chilling rasp sounded.

He had done this to the man after all. So paying if not hating himself for putting his friend in mortal danger he concentrated too on trying to help heal the Nut's wounds to sooth them over. For, he had to win that trust back he so seemed to have broken this very night as he had too gain back a bit of his good grace to let the Joker know of his loyalty if he had not already for that seemed a good enough place to start.

So moving closer as he placed a feather light kiss too the Freak's forehead feeling hardly to no traces of the fever any longer did Bruce's will utterly feel torn in half choosing what was right and what was wrong as he'd been this treacherous road, before. Selina would be taken care of but in secret and if things ever got out of hand or if ever he felt the need to escape with her he'd do just like that but for now he was sticking to were he was.

He was walking the thin line of belonging to someone who was nearly unstoppable in their cruel ways and to a certain someone who carried the almost respect for him as his friend and hopeful, interest. For there was no doubt in his mind now of what could be with Catwoman as it was interesting in more ways then one but that didn't matter much to him now for once more his thoughts were, lost.

"I forgive you……" the Clown murmured greasy-sweaty strands of hair brushing up against the Heroes cheeks as Bruce suddenly was holding his breath and yet not knowing quite why. "But, don't think for a moment I will forget this… for... I wont you can count on,….. that" he sleepily warned his lips drawling downwards as his eyelids fluttered in there stooping.

He was forgiven? Well that certainly made things easier but then at the same time they were still the same as he was now under suspicion as well as Catwoman as they were being agonizingly lowered in a fiery pit of doom. He felt some tiny relief however for if he was forgive then those things he had seemed to have lost tonight could be regained as needed to survive this new higher level of hell he was, in.

"Rest." Bruce urged quietly.

And with this said seamlessly forever lost using a finger did the Dark Knight begin gingerly tracing the puzzle of Scares on the other man's face as he heard the Clown let out a sight of returned contentment as he let it all go. Injures, could heal like this could heal as it would take some time but grudges were made tonight and a grudges could last for a life time or even for all eternity.

It was subjective to the person holding the grudge and Bruce knew exactly who this person on this bed with him was and he knew he was in for a rough ride he would never forget if he didn't follow, through.

He was not jus going to drop and stop seeing Selina just because of this jealousy issue for he was a strong man as she was stronger woman as they could somehow work it out. He, would have to be careful though for like before he was now going to have eyes on him from the shadows which meant he had to be on alert at all time even when he didn't see it fit for everything was possible an not everything was, savable.

"Will, you be here when I w-ake…up?" the Joker slurred one last time voice weak with exhaustion.

"…..Yes," Bruce said in honest truth.

"G-ood."

And after that was said Jack fell silent as Batman watching with tormented eyes knew this night would prove to hold no rest for him either way for there's where the many nightmares began too never end in Harmony

Sorry it took so damn long!!!:D But hopefully the next chapter won't be this long as I'll try my best to get it out sooner as life's tough and it so sucks. But on a happier note I would just like to say how much I looove Batman and Heath Ledger!! For without them my story wouldn't exist so thanks B-man you're awesome!! This chapter may seem cracky so sorry but really in all is mistakes it most defiantly has I tried my best at trying to make it angry and in character so if you do not like it TELL ME!! in the movie they hardly swore at all so I decided not too use any to none bad languages in my story as it would seem out of character to me if the Joker, or the Batman dropped f***!! Bombs here and there in every other sentence for I have seen it happen in other people's stories and it just didn't seem, right. I also took the Bats scene from the first movie for I thought it was really, cool.

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