Bruce and Joker had been damn near inseparable the past few days. Though J hated to admit it, he'd missed Bruce just as much as Bruce had missed him. They spent most of their time watching movies or making love –sometimes both at the same time. Alfred had exiled himself to the kitchen, refusing to go anywhere near Bruce's rooms. He had no desire to even chance hearing what they might be doing in there. When they got hungry, they'd usually come down to the kitchen to eat. Alfred would whip them up something and then leave; he didn't want to be around the Joker on any day, especially not a mostly nude Joker.
The city was fearful. They had heard nothing of neither the Joker nor the Batman, and they had no idea what chaos Joker was planning to unleash. Would Batman resurface in time to save them from his diabolical schemes?
It would appear that he wouldn't –If the Joker had set any, of course. Which he hadn't. Both had been neglecting their roles as the two powers in the city, foregoing the fighting for a few nights of loving instead. No one else would have understood it; the two of them finding love somehow.
They knew that this was only temporary; just an oasis of calm in a desert of havoc –but they would cherish it for as long as they could. Soon they would go back to fighting and scheming during the night and sleeping in each other's arms by day. Soon things would be back to normal.
But for now? For now, they loved with a love which was greater than love. They loved the love of the gods; the unending force that they were. The unending force that they would always be.
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This is the last chapter of this story. If anybody wants a sequel, feel free to message me with the request, and maybe some ideas for the first few chapters? I love this, but I think it's time to put it to bed. A sequel would be nice to do though.
Thanks, everybody, for taking the time to read this. It means a lot to me.