Kiss With A Fist – Florence And The Machine
Rachel Dawson's funeral was small. Only consisting of Gordon, Alfred, and Bruce. Along with a white empty coffin with the name Rachel Dawson carved into it in beautiful cursive writing.
It wasn't anything official.
Just a small burial of the coffin, and that was that.
Gordon was back in business, and Bruce was back to leading a double life while they waited for the White Knight to awaken from his sleep.
During this time, the Joker did indeed keep his promise. They did meet again. This time in the same alleyway Bruce's parents were murdered at. He was drunk, and seeking some sort of twisted comfort that no matter how hard Alfred tried, he couldn't give.
The Joker had stepped out of the shadows with his purple blazer slung over his shoulder and his makeup smeared from his earlier encounter with Bruce the Batman. Of course, Bruce the Billionaire was startled, and it resulted in him punching the man in the face a few times. Mostly out of anger than fear – but the criminal didn't need to know that.
The Joker, in response, shushed him with a small slap and a rough kiss. Which resulted in a dazed Bruce the Billionaire, and an enraged Bruce the Batman who was startled as well. It was odd how he referred to himself in different parts – as if he were crazy.
"You killed Rachel."
The accusation was clear and the clown cocked his head.
"How did, ah," cue the smacking of the lips he despised, "Know abou-t that?" His tongue darted out from between his lips. "Did the Bat tell you that?"
Bruce backed away from the man who stepped forward until he nearly tripped over a garbage bag. His mind was reeling as he just realized that the man before him was supposed to be in jail.
"W-eeeeell?" The Joker's fist slammed against the dirty wall mere inches from the side of Bruce's face when he didn't answer. "TELL ME!" He growled out in a shout that echoed through the night air.
"Like you said – I know the Batman."
The Joker pulled away, satisfied. He nodded his head slightly before dipping forward.
"I kn-ew it!" He gripped the billionaire's jaw in his hand. "Such a, uh, pretty face." He let his forehead fall on Bruce's. Their noses were almost touching, and Bruce could feel the Joker's breath on his tight lips.
The criminal leaned forward and – was punched right in the cheek before being punched in the nose as he was stumbling backwards.
"Fuck you," Bruce growled, teeth clenched.
"That, ah, WASN'T REALY NICE, DADY-O." He took in a breath, the rage dying down. "What I mean, is that isn't something a bill-ion-aire should do."
Bruce spit at his feet.
"Fuck. You."
With that, he punched the Joker one last time before storming out of there, his head on fire and his heart beating like a rabid hummingbird.