Bending Steel

Summary: Bruce Wayne, Playboy millionaire is now off the market! Taken by a beautiful blond haired man by the name of Jack Napier the press is going crazy with it. Not only that but it seems Batman has found a new accomplice in Joker himself! While some people are glad to have Joker off the streets, some people are a little sceptical, including the members of the Justice League! But while this entire mess is getting sorted one man still stalks the streets and he has found a friend. Doctor Harish is in and he is waiting for his Patience to come for tea.

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, DC is amazing and I will love them forever.

AN: Read 'Of Broken Steel' so not to get confused

Dick is 13

Chapter 3: Breaking the Glass

Batman was silent as he looked at his passenger, the stoic look and unreadable face were almost unnerving.

"Damn it Clark will you talk instead of brooding out the window, that's my act," Batman snapped at last and Superman looked at him through the glass before turning to face him.

"Joker, of all the people, the Joker," He hissed and Batman gave him a glare, "He tried to kill you Bruce!"

"He saved me!" Bruce snarled and hit the brakes, nearly sending Superman through the windshield. "When I was trapped in Arkham he came back for me, he went out of his way to come and pull my ass out from that prison, while you and the rest of the fucking League were where?" He asked "I was gone for three days Clark, three fucking days that man tortured me and where were you?"

Superman looked at Bruce, he was shaken and emotional while sitting in his chair and glaring at him, he was almost scared he would burst in to flames. "We didn't know, you can go missing for weeks and we just thought…"

"Not to ask?" Bruce asked, "Won't call in and make sure I didn't fall of the planet or get killed or maybe kidnapped? Bruce Wayne isn't an easy target but also, not a hard one either. Would it kill you to just, look in to it?"

"You work solo," Superman said

"Stopped you before?" Bruce asked and Clark looked down. No, things like this happened a lot and the League would forget that Batman was just a normal human, Green Arrow was just Human, plenty of their team mates were simply just human and they should probably treat them accordingly, they may need help, whether they want it or not. Bruce was bad for getting in to trouble. He constantly got himself in to a scrap or got way over his head, but someone, somewhere would call, or fly by, where had they been this time, the one time he had actually needed them, they thought maybe this time he could look after himself.

"Bruce, I'm sorry," Clark said and looked to see the Bat trying to calm himself, a bitter smile spreading over his face,

"I was drugged and sick and scared out of my head and when he came in to that room, through the haze and the…the…the pain and the drugs…I knew that with him, I was safe," He turned as Clark just stared at him, almost slack jawed as the Batmobile started up again.

"I think you need help," Superman said and Batman turned, glared and then while lost in his own moment he punched him hard in the arm, popping a couple of his fingers, as Superman laughed, "Feel better?"

"No, I'll feel better when you apologize to Jack, and maybe we might be able to get something out of him, I was in that nightmare for three days, he was in there for three months, he needs to talk, he has fallen so comfortable with his role, and I know it's probably a good thing that he isn't as mentally crazed as before, but if he continues to act he may just loose whatever sanity he's gained," He sighed as they headed towards the cave. Inside there was no sign of the Clown Prince but his bike was parked and his helmet left abandoned on the floor. "He isn't in, maybe he went upstairs."

"Maybe that's a good thing, he isn't fond of me," Superman said

"He's scared of you," Batman corrected as he went towards the computer, pulling his cowl off and sitting down as Clark leaned against the wall. Bruce leaned back in his chair and looked up at the screen before he typed in the Hatter's profile.

"Hatter?" Clark tilted his head and stepped up towards the computer,

"The last man Joker talked to before you found him, he said he looked sick and was cold to the touch, so he's probably being medicated, heavily," Bruce typed in a few things as Clark crossed his arms over his chest, heaving a sigh as he tried to think of all his enemies, how a few of them had also been in Arkham, but after what Bruce said he supposed they no longer lived at all.

"Bruce did you finally make it…oh…" Joker had started down the stairs and stopped at the last step once he saw Superman "I thought he was unwanted."

"I extended an invite," Bruce spoke as he looked at Joker, he was in his purple night shirt and boxers, his pale skin illuminated in the light with his green hair tied back against his neck. "He wanted to know why I let you stay."

"I saved your ass from Harish," Joker said simply and Bruce shook his head and Joker turned grey "He doesn't deserve that story," Joker hissed, bristling as he headed for the door. Batman rushed forwards and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back against his chest.

"Perhaps not him," He said as he looked at the green curls under his nose, "But I do."

"Says who?" Joker hissed and pulled away from Bruce, "No one has the right to that story, no one is allowed to know that story, not now not ever!"

"Jack, right?" Clark asked and Joker paused and sent him a glare. Clark put his hands up in peace and stepped off the wall. Joker stepped back again but Bruce took his arms and pulled him back, "Look, I'm sorry for how I acted it was unfair but not totally uncalled for, you can see where I'm coming from anyways right?"

"Well after the Kryptonite Dragon incident I can see your problem," Joker giggled and tossed his head as he leaned himself in to Bruce. Clark watched, Joker was using Bruce as a clutch, his only string of sanity left.

"I was very upset with you, but after the plane crash I suppose we can call it even," Superman spoke and Joker giggled and wrapped his slim arms around one of Bruce's, pressing his body against the other man without any shame. "But, to help everyone understand, and I mean everyone, I think you should tell us what exactly happened to you."

Joker turned his face away and rubbed his cheek against Bruce's shoulder. Bruce could feel him trembling, Joker's fingers curled in to his arm and he nuzzled in to him for a moment. He was thinking, Bruce knew this, Joker was battling against ever voice in his head, some saying he should talk, others saying he should keep his mouth shut white a few still wanted to hang Bruce up from the rafters. Fingers curled in to his arm a little tighter, the nuzzling became rougher and to his disbelief he felt teeth digging in to his arm.

"Hey, Jack!" Bruce pulled at his arm and Joker growled, "That's enough."

"It's unfair!" Joker snarled and pulled away, pacing the floor, flailing his arms as he spoke, "I don't want to go back to that, to there, to him and them, to her!" He spun around, his curls beginning to stick to sweaty skin.

"I know," Bruce spoke,

"No you don't," Jack snapped

"Yes I do!" Bruce snapped, "I may have been in there for three days but Harish paid special attention to me, Jack, so don't think for a second that I have no idea what happened to you in there, because I can guess."

"You think your treatment was special? You think his games were fun for you? He loved me Brucey, he wanted to see me bleed, he wanted to hear me scream, and I refused, I refused until every voice in my head screamed along with me, so if you thought you had a bad time, Darling, I drowned in hell," Joker smiled, his face twisting in to that ugly, sadistic grin before he started to laugh. With his head tossed back, curls plaster against sweaty skin and his arms wrapped about his middle he laughed and laughed until he cried. Tears streamed down his face, his laugh died into sobs and he began to choke on his emotions until all that was left was a weeping clown pressed against Bruce's chest.

"See what I mean, you are just going to get worse and you may just wake up and kill me Jack, and it wouldn't actually surprise me," Bruce said and Clark nodded himself, "Now, I want to help you, but you have to tell me what happened in there."

Joker shook his head, his hands clutching at his ears as he stepped as close to the man and sighed softly, "I don't want to go back."

"I know," Bruce whispered softly and kissed the crown of his head.

Clark watched from a corner and he bit his lip lightly, how could he have been so foolish as to think Bruce would let that man anywhere near him without knowing he would be safe.

"Joker, if it will make you feel any better, and I'm not sure if it will, but Bruce here told me his story," Clark said sheepishly and Jack looked up at Bruce for confirmation.

"He's right, I told him what I could remember, up until you saved me," Bruce shrugged and Joker looked between the two and then shook his head, "Jack you can't keep it bottled up, you will hurt yourself, worse someone else."

"I know!" Joker snapped and Bruce felt tears against his shoulder as Joker clutched his armoured chest, "I just, I can't."

"Alright, how about you go upstairs and rest for tonight, while Superman and I try and figure out what's wrong with Hatter," Bruce spoke and Joker froze and his head snapped up, noticing the computer screen for the first time. He gingerly stepped out from Bruce's grasp and stepped towards the enlarged photo of the man and reached up as if to touch him.

"Right, he's blond," Joker whispered and tilted his head, "Short with a top hat, he didn't have a top hat, his hair was cut off and he looked so pale."

"What is he going on about?" Superman whispered and Batman waved him off. Joker often spoke to himself, it was something that Bruce knew would never go away. Hearing voices in your head you often talked back to them and Joker right now was in his own memory, you learned a lot about someone who spoke to themselves, because secrets are trusted most within your own head.

"Harish has a new favorite, but no marks, I didn't see marks, he mustn't be hurting him, no, not right, there was a bruise here," Joker tapped the side of his own cheek as he remembered a dark bruise on the man's face, "Harish has quite the swing." Joker started to giggle again, his eyes fixed on the picture as he spoke, "Starving you too eh Hatter? He doesn't like to feed his pet," Joker was spitting his words as his rage began to simmer under carefully constructed mask, "He forgets we need to go out once in a while to take a piss too, does he remember to let you out, he must since you came to see me, oh no, he likes to watch him pets scream!" Joker would have tossed the coffee mug at the computer screen had Batman not swooped in and stopped him. Joker turned and swung and Batman let the strike hit land, his head snapping to the side as the mug shattered against his face.

"Feel better?" Bruce asked,

"I'm so sorry," Jack stood completely still, his eyes wide and his entire form twitching. He couldn't think, his head was in a whirlwind of voices and emotion, laughter and tears and anger all twining together in a kind of sadistic storm. Joker clutched his head and tore off running, almost falling on the stairs as he went to find a place to hide, to calm down and think about what he had done.

He had stuck Bruce, he had hurt him, breaking the mug against his skull like it was nothing. He had enjoyed it for a second, loved the feeling of causing the pain to his lover and then instantly regretted it, he wasn't that creature anymore, that mad man who had wanted to kill, torture and maim and laugh at the victims.

Jack had found a place to hide, curled up in a closet in a guest room. The dark was comforting and it helped him put his head together, shutting up those sadistic voices who told him to go downstairs with ten more mugs and crack them all against Bruce's skull and quickly caging that insane laughter that was filling his head. He felt himself snicker a little though, he allowed the giggles and the snickers, he didn't even know what was so funny but he let himself silently loose himself before he completely calmed and took several breaths before he sorted out his head again.

He had hurt Bruce, badly because he could feel blood sticking on his hands. Superman would be able to help, probably call up Alfred and Bruce would be patched up and sent to bed. Jack would probably stay in the closet for the remainder of the evening, if what Bruce said was true he was a ticking time bomb and now there was proof. Jack sighed and set his head against his knees, his arms wrapped around the back of his neck in a childish way, trying to hide from the world.

"I can kill him without even noticing it," Jack said and shook his head as a few voices said 'well good' and he quickly shut them up the best he could, trying to pull forth a voice that he needed right now, one he didn't think existed anymore, a voice of reason.

"You know Mr. J, maybe you should just talk to the guy," Jack's head snapped up and he laughed, who would have thought his voice of reason would be good little Harley. "He just wants to help ya."

"I don't want to go through that again Harley," Joker muttered and could hear her coon softly at him, "Hey, remember when you were actually my councillor?" Joker giggled,

"Yeah, good times, I remember you pulling your pants down and dancing about the room in your boxers too, but this isn't the time for that," Harley chided and Joker laughed, this was ridiculous, and this thought of course only made him laugh harder.

"I miss you Harley," Joker whispered,

"Hell of a time to admit it Puddin' but I'm not the one who has to deal with you now, he is, and he wants to actually help you, I've known for years, I said you could change, and look at you, you changed so much in no time at all, but it wasn't because of him, it was because of the Doctor," Harley said, "You always loved the Bat Mr. J, and I know you had very little for me…"

"Completely untrue!" Joker snapped and shut his eyes tight as tears welled in his eyes, "I loved you too I just didn't know how!"

"Oh Puddin'," Harley's voice sounded so sad and Joker choked and shook his head again, her voice was so damn clear it hurt and he sobbed softly and curled in on himself, suddenly feeling so cold and alone.

"I miss you Poo," Joker whispered and Harley's laughter filled his head, making him feel a little better,

"Don't worry Mr. J, I might not be here to hold you, but someone is, and he wants to, just…go to him, you know how too now, don't waste that okay, I'll always be here to silence these nasty little voices who won't leave you alone if you need me, but you have to work the rest out on your own now okay?" Harley's face came to Joker's mind and he could see her smiling, "Love ya Mr. J."

"Love you too Harley," Joker whispered and leaned back against the wall, tears streaming down his face. He still wanted some time alone so he pulled down a spare blanket and pillow and lay himself on the plush floor, he was safe here in the closet, he wouldn't hurt anyone in here and so long as he could hear Harley's laughter and Picture Bruce's face, he knew he would be fine.

"Still need to talk to him though," Joker whispered and sighed, tomorrow was going to suck.

AN: So I thought I would throw one more chapter out here before my Microsoft Word gets terminated. I made myself cry for all you people! Enjoy and I promise I'll try and get another Chapter out but it will take time.

Love you all

Adorable Joker