The views /reviews I got on the first chapter of this is proof why you shouldn't leave a fandom for 2 years lol
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Bruce walked down the hall, towards the rec room, delirious from lack of sleep, almost stumbling.
He'd found it impossible to sleep the past week or so, absolutely impossible. He'd never noticed how loud Arkham was before, there was always so much noise, it was unbearable.
He found it hard enough to sleep normally, he could operate perfectly well on 3 or 4 hours sleep per night, but lately he'd not been getting as much as that.
It was getting louder, he was sure of it. Before he knew it they were at the door to the room, the guard looking at him, concern in his eyes.
"I can request you to go to the infirmary?" the man bit his lip "You don't look well Mr Wayne, if they see you looking like this then they'll…" he shook his head briefly.
Bruce let out a small breath, closing his eyes. Part of him didn't want to, he was fine, just sleep deprived, but…
"Ok," he heard himself say.
He just wanted to sleep.
The infirmary was just as loud as the rest of the place, but there was a chance he'd get a few minutes more sleep and that was all he needed.
The guard led him to the infirmary, the walk there was just a blur, he could barely take it, he needed to lie down and sleep, the constant worry was getting to him, now he just wanted to sleep.
"Doctor, Mr Wayne needs a bed, I think he's suffering from exhaustion or something," the guard said, looking at Bruce, "Just for today."
The doctor sighed softly and nodded, "Fine," she looked at Bruce, "But just for today, I don't have enough beds for you to come in every day to escape the other inmates."
"I don't plan on it," Bruce growled, frowning softly. He let the doctor show him to one of the beds, he lay down as she pulled the curtain around the bed.
It was quieter in here, thankfully, still loud but it was definitely quieter, or maybe it was the presence of doctors making him feel more at ease.
He just wanted to sleep.
"If you do need to come in again," the doctor said, "Ask for Maddie, Mr Wayne."
"That's you?" Bruce asked dumbly, far too sleepy to process anything.
The doctor nodded, "Yeah."
Bruce let out a soft groan, pulling the soft white sheets over himself and pressing his head back into the pillow.
"You're gunna be ok Bruce, just get some sleep."
Sleep came so easily to him, within seconds of his anxiety and stress dropping he was gone. To him it felt like a few seconds had passed, but he opened his eyes he could tell it had been a few hours. He blinked rapidly and lifted his head, turning over to see Joker sitting by his bed.
He inhaled through shock and sat up straighter, "What are you doing here?" he growled softly.
"Oh just…" he shrugged, "Taking care of you," he patted the bed, smiling softly at Bruce.
Bruce pulled his knees up, sitting up fully and looking around, "The doctor..?"
"She's fine," Joker said quietly, "She doesn't know I'm here."
"Why are you here?" Bruce said again, wiping the sleep from his eyes.
"I told you, sleepy baby bat," he chuckled, "I'm taking care of you."
"How are you taking care of me?"
Joker licked his lips, leaning back in his seat, "Well, you've had a couple of visitors while you've been asleep, I simply… told them where to go."
"What?"
Joker shrugged, "I don't know what else you want me to tell you. A few guys I know came here trying to beat you up, I told them that if they tried I would remove their testicles and choke them with them."
"Why would you do that?"
The other man let out a small laugh, patting the bed again and smiling, "I'm not going to tell you again Batsy. Now, you just go back to sleep."
"I'm not sleeping with you here," Bruce growled, frowning.
"Why not? I'm not going to hurt you, and you look so cute when you sleep," he chuckled.
Bruce shook his head and swung his legs of the bed, smoothing down his assigned inmate trousers as he got up, pulling back the curtain and letting out a small gasp, seeing the bodies of the doctor and two inmates lying on the floor.
"What the…?" he looked back at Joker, baring his teeth, "You told me you didn't hurt them."
"I didn't," Joker said, getting to his feet, "You can check if you want, they're fine, the doctor will wake up soon, then the inmates after her… assuming I got the doses right that is…" he shrugged, "I think I did."
Bruce turned to face him, shaking his head slightly, "Why did you do this?"
Joker smiled, walking slowly up to him, "Well, I heard those two boys planning to attack the doctor, and then you, and of course the doctor wouldn't let me in, so I had to deal with her, then these idiots came in and I dealt with them, not before I told them what would happen if they tried to get to you again, that is."
Bruce looked back down at the bodies in silence, swallowing hard before bending down to check they were indeed alive and well, which they were.
"Did you doubt I was telling the truth?" Joker asked, walking to him and running his hand over his shoulder.
Bruce shrugged him off, getting back up and looking at him, the cogs turning in his mind; if Joker hadn't dealt with these two men, who knows what would have happened, that doctor probably would have been injured at the very least.
He let out a weak exhale, turning his eyes to Joker again, "Thank you," he said begrudgingly.
"So..?" Joker cooed with an almost expectant smile.
"So what?" Bruce replied, a hard frown coming to his face at Joker's tone.
Joker swayed on his feet, "Have you considered my deal..?"
Bruce grit his teeth, his boy tensing as much as it had when the idea was first mentioned.
"Come on…" Joker purred, "What if I hadn't overheard, you would have been stabbed in your sleep, and who knows what would have happened to this lovely lady."
Bruce looked down at the doctor, sickness rising in his stomach. That sounded almost like a threat.
"It would have been a shame too," Joker said with a shrug, "I've heard she's a new mother," he shook his head slightly, chewing his lip, "God knows why she works here, it's so dangerous."
Bruce swallowed hard, frowning and looking back at Joker, he couldn't take this anymore, if it meant he could get some sleep, if it meant he and those who worked here would be safe…
"Fine, I agree," he said, acid in his tone.
Joker smiled widely, clasping his hands together, "Oh goody, that's fantastic news," he smiled, moving slightly closer to him and looking him up and down, "Why don't we kiss to close the deal..?"
Bruce grot his teeth, letting out a slow exhale, watching Joker look him over as if her were a piece of meat.
"Fine," he repeated with the same tone of disgust.
Joker swayed slightly, taking Bruce by the hip and pressing their lips softly together, closing his eyes, a knot forming in his stomach.
Bruce grit his teeth tight as Joker kissed him, feeling his fists clench, the overwhelming want to punch him flooding him, being quickly replaced by sickness as he suppressed the want. He pulled away, gasping softly, swallowing hard to stop himself throwing up.
What had he agreed to..?
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