Twelve Days Of Joker [Discontinued]

One Sexy Billionaire!

Okay I couldn't help but write this sadly I never got all of it published in time for Christmas last year so just enjoy these master pieces that are to take place in these one-shots you've been warned

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Alfred's POV

Walking up flights of stairs with a full tray of tea, why I might as well be doing a suicide mission all over again. Master Bruce did insist waking him up with his favorite 'exotic' tea...But, he is going to have chamomile and enjoy it!

Making me climb three flights of stairs in my old age just to wake his blood arse up in time! I have things to do too! Like Planning for this charity ball, go to the store and pick up more black tea. We ran out recently...Dust the whole house seven times, vacuum all eleven rooms on top of making breakfast lunch and dinner!

Master Bruce better be ready for the charity event, instead of getting ready to fight crime. He always put his Batman suit before Bruce Wayne's, Causing trouble even in your thirties. If you only knew Master Bruce if you only knew.

Upon walking in the master bedroom, I find him fast asleep. Sighing in defeat I make my way to the blackout curtains, yanking on a cord the sun encases the room slowly stirring Master Bruce up from his peaceful slumber. "What time is it Alfred?" his deep groggy voice still reminds me of a time when he was sick, you are still a kid to me Bruce. "Eight o'clock sir." His nodding only makes me wonder if crime fighting is on his agenda. "Oh, good then I can call Commissioner Gordon!" I swear my eye twitches each time he mentions Batman duties,

"Sir I believe Batman must wait for later, Bruce Wayne is needed for his annual charity ball." His confused expression is all I need to confirm his reluctance, "Alfred there's more important things than hosting a charity ball, besides I'm a billionaire! I could send those charities checks instead."

He waved his hand dismissively, that is when I knew, he needed the lecture. "Master Bruce you of all should know what it's like to spend Christmas with no hope, no magic! These families need hope and magic in these tough times! Especially when The Joker escapes to ruin them. Yes, the world needs Batman, but they also need Bruce Wayne." Turning on my heel I leave the room, only to walk back down the many flights of stairs.

Today's going to be a long day...

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After calling hundreds of people, I sit down ready to enjoy my own cup of tea. That is before Master Bruce's screaming destroys it. "ALFRED!!!" Sighing I make my way to the damsel in distress. "ALFRED!!! HELP!!" trudging up the stairs, I soon find Master Bruce in a towel shaking like a frightened child.

"What seems to be the trouble sir?" he scoffs before elaborating, "Alfred there is a picture of a freaking clown in there!" flabbergasted at what he's implying he soon continues "Bruce Wayne hates clowns!" his exasperated expression only makes me raise a brow "Sir if I may you've fought The Joker..." his slight eye roll confuses me even more "Alfred, Batman's not scared of anything that's why he fought The Joker!" sighing in defeat I walk in snatching up the photo before exiting the room "It's all clear." His sudden smile makes me falter before I go back down to enjoy my much-needed break."Clowns...Of all the things..." it takes me a moment to notice a hidden message messily scribbled on the photo.

'I'm coming for you Mr. Wayne! I hope Batsy shows up too! Puddin, we are writing a warnin... Don't cha think adding batman into the note could cause trouble? Harely! Look what you did! You wrote on My side! How many times do I have to tell you! Left write on the left side! Ugh! Sorry Puddin... With lots of love -The Joker' Seems they messed up on the writing quite a bit. No matter... the GCPD will handle this, not Batman.

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Everything was perfect, all the guests had arrived drinking and chatting amongst themselves, Master Bruce just needed to show up and give his heartfelt speech. As if on cue he came on to the stage nodding before speaking.

"Welcome everyone! It means the world to me that we all can contribute to this event, I can see it now...Children spending time with friends and family, laughing on Christmas day... Just to find the magic it holds and that bit of hope for a better day."

Seems the press enjoyed that. In my peripheral gaze I see Vikki Vale, the famous reporter scribbling things down in a notepad. Master Wayne's voice seemed to catch everyone's attention "That is what I want for these families...Something I never got as a kid, waking up on Christmas day was never the same for me after their death, no joyous encounter's, no laughter, not even magic seemed to be real anymore.... Sure, my butler Alfred was there, even if he just stuck around for my money..." If I were ever in it for the money, I would never stick around Master Wayne.... No money is worth this kind of job....

"These kids deserve to feel happy and not feel as though their heart is being ripped out watching in horror as their own family withers away from them!" Oh, heavens not again.... Making my way towards the stage I cannot help but cringe as the mood slowly depletes

"They don't deserve to have a complete stranger shoot their family and steal things from their corpses!" Please sir just stop before you're ahead... "Listen whoever you have in your life, whether it's your grandma grandpa and even a father figure.... or your parents...Excuse me...." Finally, on the stage Master Bruce snaps his fingers before I can stop him.

Taking out the small pack of tissues he dabs one against his eyes before continuing. "Just always know they're never far from death.... I'm sorry..." This cannot get any worse...

Men in clown masks soon barge in, The Joker being in the middle of it all as his lips curl into a satisfactory smile. Harley Quinn on the other hand comes in doing a somersault over to a group of people asking for their wallets. Master Wayne's loud sobbing stopping everyone in their tracks, Jokers face twists into an unpleasant scowl, for the first time in my career I do not blame him for making such a face.

Motioning his gun towards Master Wayne "Who invited the cry baby?" Gasps were buzzing as Harley whispered in The Jokers ear probably learning that the 'Cry baby' is Master Wayne. The loud whisper only confirmed my suspicions "That's Bruce Wayne?" Harley nods her head while Joker turns around scratching the back of his head.

His sudden announcement catching everyone off guard. "This is going to be no fun if the guys crying!" he stalks over towards a woman while pointing his gun at her questionably "I mean why gush over some bizillionaire who's practically balling like some lost child..."

Slowly making his way up on the stage he pokes Master Wayne in the side. I can only watch in horror at what his next words were.

"What happened to you anyway? Mommy go slit her wrists. While Daddy beat you to a pulp?" his malicious smirk soon turned to a complete frown when someone shouted, 'his parents were murdered!' With the click of his tongue, he mutters under his breath "of course they were..." Turning his attention to the audience he exclaims "Okay everyone, Since I'm feeling generous why don't we all go down to my amusement park so we can leave this self-pitying party pooper and have some real fun!"

all of Joker's men leave as he walks out the car screeching soon relaxing everyone. Small side steps were not unnoticed as some left the manor probably deciding to have the fun joker promised.

That all stopped as Master Wayne questioned the lot trying to escape "You're all leaving me?" Many dashed for the escape others shifted uncomfortably Master Wayne's sobbing soon turned to jealous anger "Fine leave! I have My butler Alfred anyway!" Shuddering at how the rest of the night will be, I cannot help but pray for a miracle to get me out of this mess....

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This was my sisters Idea of having Bruce just crying over his parents dramatically XD I love writing Alfred all the things he puts up with...He needs to be written more often!

See you all soon!