A phone ringing drew Jonathan back to consciousness. The world shifted around him and the warm, heavy weight that had been draped across his back pulled away.

"Yeah?" he heard Bruce say, voice deep and graveled with sleep. "What? Damn. Okay. Okay. Thanks, Alfred." The phone dropped on the nightstand. Bruce exhaled, grunting a little on the last bit of air. Then he ran his hand down Jonathan's back.

Jonathan rolled over. "Something wrong?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Gotham going to hell. The usual." He scrubbed at his face a few times before throwing back the covers and getting out of bed.

Jonathan blushed and averted his eyes. It was stupid and he knew it. He'd just had sex with this man, but that had been different. In the heat of the moment, it was different. But Bruce, he was just walking around the room, naked, like he owned the place.

Of course, he was Brue Wayne. He owned most places.

"I have to go back."

Bruce's words draw Jonathan's gaze back to him.

"What?"

He'd put his boxers back on and was pulling on his pants. "I have to go back to Gotham. There's a new criminal giving the police trouble. Things are on fire. They need Batman."

"Gotham survived for years without the Bat Man."

Bruce grinned. He came back to the bed and sat. Cupping Jonathan's face in his hands, he drew him in for a gentle kiss. "I love how you say that. So prim and proper. Always two words."

"It's not two words?"

Bruce kissed him again. "I don't want to leave you," he said, resting his forehead against Jonathan's. "But I have to go back."

"I don't want to go."

"No. No, I'm not taking you with me. I'm taking your toxin. And your notes."

"I don't have notes. They're back in Gotham, at Arkam."

Bruce pulled away and frowned. "Well. I'm not sure if I want the doctors there to have access to it. I'll have to pay them a visit." He sighed and ran his fingers through Jonathan's hair. "I never asked. The people who didn't get the antidote in time…they have hallucinations. But you…"

"I manage it. With medication." He frowned. "Which I'm running out of soon." He looked up at Bruce. "That's why I was working at a doctor's office. So I could have access. But then…" He clenched his jaw and looked away.

"Tell me what you use. I'll give it to Fox and he'll make sure you get what you need. I'll make sure."

"I'd rather suffer the hallucinations than have Fletcher be given access. I want him to suffer."

"You have a real vindictive streak." Bruce kissed him. "I find it very attractive." He kissed Jonathan again. "I think that Fletcher can be left off the list of people to benefit from your genius."

Jonathan felt something in him loosen. After Fletcher, he'd felt so damaged, so torn apart. He was beginning to shed that feeling, but the idea that in order to keep living his life, he'd have to help Fletcher was unacceptable. He'd rather hallucinate the rest of his life than have that bastard feel better.

"Thank you," he finally said, borrowing some of Sugar's demureness to cover up his abject relief.

Some of it must have leaked through, because Bruce smirked. "I'm not always above it myself."

He snorted. "No, really?" He let the smirk slide from his face and let out a long, slow breath. "So. This is it, then."

A wrinkle appeared between Bruce's eyebrows. "I suppose."

Jonathan nodded. He twisted his hands together a moment, then shook his head. "Well. Is my underwear around? I should probably go and let you… go."

"Jonathan…"

"Actually, never mind." He slid out of bed, taking the sheet with him to wrap around his body. It was irrational to be modest after having sex with this man, but now that Bruce was leaving, things were different. Everything was different.

"Jonathan…"

He stumbled over the edge of the sheet.

Bruce caught him. "It doesn't have to be over."

"Of course it does. You are the prince of Gotham. And the Bat Man. And I'm a drag queen working in a bar that does themed parties." He looked up at Bruce and smiled sadly. "When we were pretending…"

"I could come back."

"You won't."

Bruce hands dug into his biceps. "I didn't realize how much I needed not to be Batman for a while until I came after here. Until I met you and you looked at me… differently."

"Differently?"

He shrugged, looking a little lost. "I ran away from Gotham before, to see what life was like without the wealth and privilege. But I still wasn't normal. Wasn't average. But these past weeks… I could have been anyone. And meeting you…"

"If meeting an ex-psychiatrist disguised as a drag queen while you pretend to be a private detective is your idea of normal…"

He grinned. "Are you telling me that this hasn't been the most normal relationship of your life?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes and looked away. "Well, if you put it like that…"

Bruce caught him by the chin and pulled his gaze back. "I don't want this to be over. It doesn't have to be over." He shrugged. "It's not like there's anyone else."

Bruce's words hung heavily between them before Jonathan forced a smile and banished ghosts of girlfriends past saying, "Well. Except for an endless train of supermodels and ballerinas."

"I don't sleep with them." He cupped Jonathan's face. "I can come back."

"Don't make promises."

And then Bruce kissed him. Softly. Sweetly. "I will come back," he whispered.

His kiss was a promise. And both Jonathan and Sugar believed.

Fin

I'm so sorry that it took me this long to write this short of an ending, but I think I was stuck for so long because I didn't want to admit the story was over. Sorry to everyone I kept hanging and thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed the fic. I hope one day to come back with the sequel I had vaguely mapped out, but make no promises. Thanks again!