Silence. There was nothing to be heard but the sound of breathing, accompanied by two hearts beating. The sunlight from the windows was growing dim, letting the lovers know that darkness would soon follow. The Joker knows that Jester, Ivy, and Harley would be returning home soon. But oh how he wished that the day didn't have to end so soon. He could stay there in his bed with Bruce for a week and never grow bored. He would fast away ten pounds just to waste no time eating. But unfortunately, it couldn't last, and he knew that. Only in a perfect world, and this world was anything but perfect.
Rolling into his side to face Bruce, the Joker fell into a waiting embrace. He couldn't refuse pressing his lips against Bruce's. He could never tire of, or get enough of those lips. The taste of Bruce Wayne could never compare to any other lover he had ever known. And there had been many. But none of them haunted his dreams the way Bruce's did. They couldn't, not even if he wanted them to.
The Joker forces himself to move his lips away. With a hand still lingering on Bruce's cheek, he stares into his deep blue eyes. All he could see in them was how much Bruce wanted him. He was sure that his eyes reflected exactly the same thing to Bruce. The Joker's lips part to speak, but Bruce beats him to the words lingering on them.
"I love you," Bruce says, his eyes burning with need.
The Joker settles back some, as much as Bruce's embrace would allow. He could feel Bruce's heart beating in his own chest. Beating for only him. It made his own chest tighten with regret. His eyes try to focus on anything other than Bruce's face. "I promised myself that I wouldn't allow this to happen again," he finally speaks.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
" So did I," Bruce admits, " but it's always a futile attempt to lie to myself. I need you too much J. No matter how much madness you unleash on Gotham, or how many people you kill, I just can't stop wanting you."
"Mmmm, but I had you pretty close when I took your little Robin from you, didn't I? That's why I have this horrible silver grill." He looks back at Bruce, but this time it's Bruce's eyes that flutter away.
"I wanted to kill you for a moment," Bruce regrettably confesses, "but I just couldn't do it." Bruce knew that if he wouldn't have been able to resurrect Jason's, he might have gone after J with the intent of killing him. And the thought pained him.
The Joker smiles, "And how would you have done it? Pound me to death with those powerful punches of yours? Or maybe wrapping those fingers around my neck and wringing the life out of me? Or maybe the fastest way by lodging a few bullets in my rotten brain?"
"I don't want to think about it J. I don't like thinking about you dying at all," Bruce shakes his head with a troubled brow.
"Well my love, I can't live forever. And given the life I've lived, it's a pretty safe bet to say that I shall die by the hands of another," he dismissively twirls his wrist.
Bruce's hand gently takes the Joker's jaw, forcing him to look in his eyes. "Let's not think about that. Please."
The Joker lightly laughs, "Look how upset my eminent death makes you."
