A Rose by Any Other Name

Batman sat at home over a month had gone by since the Arkham City event and he still was recovering. Nearly every rib shattered, his arm was broken, sprang both his ankles and shattered a knee cap in his left leg. Through all this pain he felt it meant it was nothing compared to this new pain he thought could never exist. Grief, not over the suffering of hundreds of people in the city, not for himself, but grief over the loss of the Joker. Bruce couldn't wrap his mind around it, had he actually cared for the murderous clown. Impossible, yet he still felt the grief, as if he and the Joker were more rivals then enemies.

"Bruce? Where are you sweetie?" The luscious voice of a woman filled the air, just as he was about to call for her to come, the door to his bedroom swung open and in the doorway was a beautiful green woman. She was wearing a bright red button up t-shirt, only one button was being used the rightly aligned with her breasts hiding them from Bruce perfectly. She was nude everywhere else, or close to it since she wore plants to cover up slightly more, such as thorned vines and leaves forming very teasing panties. "There you are. I brought you some soup." She walked over her bright red curly hair swaying back and forth with each step, her ample luscious breasts bouncing, her smile inviting him but also warning him.

Bruce knew to engage with her would be painful delight. Since being saved by Bruce in Arkham City, Ivy became a massive masochist and sadist. She had even made herself a few 'toys' to play with Bruce and Selena with. "Thank you sweetie." He sat up and accepted the cabbage soup, the smell was repulsive but he knew her soups were delicious. He took it and began devouring it quickly, the flavor was delicious and strange, he suddenly began feeling aroused. He looked at Ivy who was unbuttoning her shirt. He put the soup to the side and smiled, "You know I am hurt."

"Yeah well I haven't felt you inside me for a month, and I am getting bored of Selena's fingering and tongue. I want cock." She said with a sense of lust and desire, looking into his eyes. "Please Bruce. Let's make love." She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down revealing his large manhood. She blushed, "I still am not used to seeing something this big."

Bruce chuckled then cringed in pain, "I don't think we should risk this. I'm sorry dear." Ivy fell to the side and covered herself with the blankets and turned to face the opposite wall from Bruce. "I'm sorry I just don't want to stay injured." He fell back in bed, still undressed he pulled the covers over himself and began to drift off.

Just as the sleep had taken him Alfred quickly rushed into the room. "Sir. Sir! Bruce!" Bruce finally woke seeing his oldest friend and care taker.

"Yes, Alfred?"

"We have news. We may of found him." Bruce sat up and nodded, then Alfred rushed out of the room.

Bruce got dressed in black jeans, and a white polo shirt and hobbled quickly out of the room leaving Ivy there sleeping. He made his way to one of his entrances to the Batcave. He saw that Robin was just about to leave, he waved to his young ward as he sped away on his motorcycle. He found Alfred talking to Nightwing. "Well isn't this a pleasant surprise."

Nightwing turned and smiled, "I decided to visit. See how you were holding up after the Arkham City Event."

"Is that what they are calling it?"

"Yes. I was personally worried, you could have gotten killed, Old man." Nightwing said jokingly. "But since you seem to be doing fine I should head home. My girlfriend hates it when I leave on a 'business trip'."

"Good one." Bruce chuckled then clenched his side. "Have a safe trip home."

"Thanks Bruce. And good luck." He said then ran and jumped onto his motorcycle, much like Robin's, and rode off.

"Now Alfred, you said you had news."

"Yes sir. I do believe we have discovered what happened to the child Harley Quinn was baring when she was taken to Arkham City."

"What! Where!"

"From the extensive search I believe I have found him in Metropolis being held by some of Joker's goons and goonettes."

"Goonettes?"

"Yes sir…I don't know what to call them. Any way we could have Superman or Flash or someone else get him from their-"

"No. He is my son. I must save him myself."

"But sir. You are still gravely injured."

"I don't care. He is mine and Harley's son. I must save him for me and that poor girl. Without Joker she has lost her mind…worse."

"Sir?"

"Quinn needs this child, with the loss of Joker and her child…she's become worse then Joker in some ways." He sighed as he remember the look of horror on Harley's face when he brought Joker's body out of the building.

"I agree, sir."

"Alfred…where was Robin going?" Bruce still in the Batman mindset, as always when he is in the Batcave.

"He says he has, and I quote, 'Stuff to do.'" He then chuckled. "I think he is taking after you now."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Bruce asked jokingly.

"Well I am not an expert like you…but I'm quite sure roses, and condoms are not needed in crime fighting." Bruce began laughing hysterically.

"He is really just sneaking out to have some fun? Geez. He don't trust us…does he?"

"He does…maybe doesn't trust her…or would be embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?"

"Yes, Master Wayne. Embarrassed. You know you can be very embarrassing at times. You treat him like you are his father and you do it so well that you embarrass him like his father would have."

Bruce began laughing again, "So true." He clenched his side. "I am going to get ready for my trip to Metropolis."

"Okay sir." Alfred and Bruce left the Batcave together, Bruce's mind set on saving his son. Not for himself, but for Harley and her sanity.