Author's Notes: So my spring break comes to a close and so does my free time. I'm glad I got so much done for this fanfic the last few days. Man I wish I could just spend my days writing but oh well that's life. Man just a few more weeks before Injustice Gods Among Us comes out, I can't wait! Anyway thank you to all the readers out there for the support, comments/ reviews and just reading in general, the 1st chapter has like over 700 views so that's good. Who knows maybe when I'm finished with this story I might take a crack at making another BatmanxJoker fanfic, what do you guys think? Leave a comment or review if you're interested or tell me how this story's going. Please and thank you :)

The next day Alfred was informed that their house guest, that seemed to prove a handful lately, was now awake. Bruce had to rush off to an early meeting and left instruction for him to attend to the clown in the cave. In all honesty Alfred wasn't comfortable with how close his master seemed to be with Gotham's Clown Price of Crime. It seemed like the man forgot of all the death the madman had caused and reveled in. He also seemed to forget how dangerous the clown can be. It almost baffled the faithful butler how much his master had changed the last few days. But without objection he agreed, but still the servant had his obvious concerns.

He descended to the cave with a light breakfast, mostly some toast and a glass of water. He knew that the clown probably couldn't stomach much at the moment since he'd given himself one hell of a concussion. When he came down he saw that the Joker was lying on his side looking terribly ill and as if he had not slept at all that night. "Hey Alfie, Brucey went to work already?" he asked grinning weakly as he sat himself up.

"Yes, Master Bruce took an early leave to work," replied the butler as he set the tray in front of the clown.

"I'm not hungry, I feel off," said the jester as set the tray aside.

"Well that's because you gave yourself a rather nasty concussion and don't get enough sleep," stated Alfred as he handed the pale man the glass of water. "At least drink something, it'll do you some good."

Joker took the drink and took a few sips, feeling his stomach get an odd full feeling, he set the rest aside. "Thanks." Alfred stared incredulously at the madman; did the Joker really just thank him?! "Did I do something wrong?" questioned the clown, catching the butler's surprised expression.

"Forgive me, I just – wasn't…"

"You weren't expecting me to show gratitude to you or anything within those lines? Well I know you're just doing this because Brucey tells you to, but as a man with class and manners I am courteous to those whom show me hospitality," the Joker finished giving him a charismatic smile though his appearance was rather disheveled.

He didn't want to be drawn to a false sense of security with this man, he knew better after all the chaos and death that resulted in this lunatic's theatrics. Alfred will admit he wanted his master to explore what the dynamics of his relationship with the Joker were, but never thought that Bruce would be actually getting closer the clown. "Will you be in need of anything else?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd be a pal and help me get to a bathroom or something so I can clean myself up. I've been in these clothes for days and would appreciate if I could be allowed to freshen up," smiled wide the jester, his voice sounding so coy but his eyes were sharp, omniscient and gazing upon the poised butler as if he knew something the manservant was trying to hide.

"Very well, I'll escort you," stated Alfred as he helped the Joker on his feet, trying not to let those acid green eyes rattle him. This is the closest he'd ever been to the psychopath, aside from the times he has tended to the clown's wounds. But here he was, defenseless as he walked with the madman over his thin white arm around his shoulder, using the old man as support as they ascended to the manor. If the Joker was feigning weakness, at any moment he could turn around and attack. But as the walk continued the butler was surprised that nothing happened, the Joker hadn't so much as spoken a word. Once inside the grand and teal oceanic themed bathroom, Joker eased his weight off the butler and managed to stand on his own. "I will be back momentarily." The pale man hadn't so much as smiled or acknowledged that Alfred dismissed himself. He was back within a few minutes with fresh towels and a set of new pajamas in his hands. He set them down and was about to leave until the madman finally spoke.

"You're concerned aren't you? For Bruce I mean," said the Joker softly, making the butler freeze in his tracks.

"What do you mean?"

"I know it I can see it in your eyes, you really despise me, which I don't blame you for but you're worried about him being around me so much. You're really afraid he actually feels something," he finally let his famed smile spread across those bloodied lips.

Alfred really had enough not knowing what was going on, he grew tired of speculating and standing aside just assuming. "May I ask you something?" he questioned trying hard not to let that smile scare him or let his collected demeanor slip. The jester merely smiled in silence, the butler merely took it as a yes and continued. "Do you love Master Bruce?"

The question was so straight forward and simple, but the answer seemed so chaotic and unclear in the Joker's mind. His expression softened, his smile grew smaller and his eyes seemed to lose their threatening quality. "I'm not sure what love really is, Alfie. I can tell you want a direct answer and I'll be happy to oblige," he paused for a moment. Joker could see concern for his master's wellbeing written all over his face. The thought of a crazy, psychopathic and murderous clown constantly around his employer must be nerve wrecking. "Yes." Alfred was just in shock and awe. He was completely speechless and unsure of what to do with this information. Joker could sense that the man was at a loss of words, he didn't feel like making a joke out of the situation. "Will that be all?"

"Ummm… yes. I'll – uhhh, leave you to – freshen up," stuttered the butler as he dismissed himself.

"I really hope the old guy doesn't blow a gasket over this, he looked like he was gonna have a heart attack," smiled the madman to himself as he began to unbutton the pajama top. He shed the lavender shirt off and began to pull down the matching bottoms and green briefs. He stepped out of them and took slow strides to the shower. Turning on the water he waited until the water was warm and to his liking. He ran his fingers through the water; it's been ages since he had a nice warm shower. Showers in Arkham seemed to only have a "cold as the Artic" setting. The stark white man entered the shower stall and stood below the pouring water. Man this is just what he needed, he couldn't remember the last time he didn't feel so cold… well there were those times he was in Bruce's arms. Well if it wasn't out there before that he loved the bat it was now.

He washed his hair with some shampoo; he didn't care for the type, just as long as it got his hair clean. Once done he began scrubbing his aching body with soap, carefully avoiding his stitches. Even though the Joker wasn't sure if what he felt was love, it was even more unclear what Bruce felt about him. The man's emotions about these sorts of matters were sure hard to figure out. There was that kiss last night, it was simple and innocent, could that be a clue to figure out the answer to the detective's heart? He'd really have to test that theory later on so he made a mental note of it. Bruce also smiled something that was completely out of character for him. It was faint but genuine. God, why did that man have to be so damn handsome? Even his smile was enough to make the clown's heart race. His huge muscular frame, those dark ebony locks but his eyes were his best features. They were cold and distant like the artic when they lay hidden behind the cowl but they could also be calm and serene like the sea. Those pools of blue seemed the most intense in the storm of his rage which drove the Joker wild just thinking about them. But the Clown Prince didn't mind seeing tranquility in those striking eyes. He could feel a throbbing between his white thighs the more he thought about Bruce.

"Where's Batman when you need him? Wonder if I shine the bat signal I can get laid," he joked as he turned off the water. The clown waited for a moment to will his growing erection away; afterwards he dried himself off and put on the clean clothes. He then went by the huge bathroom mirror and began combing his wild and wet curls. Where his clothes were he found a new toothbrush and some toothpaste. Either the butler was being thorough or the old man was dropping a hint about his breath. Who cared as long as his breath was minty fresh for Bats later right? Once he was finished he took a good look at himself in the mirror, it wasn't his purple suit but it had to do. "Sexy, lean and squeaky clean! I think I'm ready for my Batsy!" he grinned as he playfully struck some poses. "Hmmm, Brucey is gonna be a while at work. I wonder what I should do to kill time."