𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚂- (Telltale Batjokes)

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴

Bruce's eyes opened to John, hugging him. What happened last night? Oh. .Right. .Heh. Are they-. .
T-they are!! They're a couple! Oh geez- how Bruce has been wanting this for the longest time!!

"Morning, trickster" Bruce said with a chuckle, kissing John's forehead. His head lay on Bruce's chest, sleeping peacefully. Bruce felt guilty for trying to wake him up! He was just so precious!!

Luckily, John didn't wake up. Good. If only John could stay so precious, so delicate. . .

. .Or so he thought. .

The collar of John's shirt was unbuttoned, causing the unbuttoned collar to hang off of his shoulder. Bruce thought that was just adorable! It was. . .Attractive- but— It was adorable.

His eyes looked back to John, but something stood at the corner of his eye. He looked back at what kept his eye hooked was a healed scar. It went from John's collar bone, to the side of his shoulder.

Bruce stared with shock. Where did he get that?! 𝙃𝙊𝙒 did he get that!? Bruce shifted positions, to where he set John's head on his lap, and Bruce was now sitting.

He set his hand on John's shoulder, softly. And this didn't affect John at all. He traced the scar lightly. John flinched, but he remained asleep. Time to do a little detective work.

The billionaire looked John over. Were there more scars? He started to unbutton the remaining buttons on John's shirt, and he woke up.

"B-Bruce-! Hey! W-what are you—. ." John looked down at his unbuttoned shirt. He chuckled and started to button it back up. "I know you're excited. But wait until we're married, silly bat!!" After he finished buttoning his shirt, he ruffled Bruce's hair.

Bruce was flustered. "Wh- John!!" He shoved John playfully. "You've got the wrong idea! You looked uncomfortable, so I thought you were hot. Just that!! Nothing else-!"

Bruce played it off the best he could. "Brucie, if anything, I'm cold." He continued to smile. "I've never been in the snow here in Gotham, but if I were to get into it, I'd freeze to death!!" Bruce didn't want to admit it, but it was true.

John had a bony appearance. He just looked so slim, Bruce knew he'd look bony. Poor guy. .
"A-Anyhow-. .What time is it?" The Joker asked, rubbing his tired green eyes.

Bruce looked over and checked the clock on his desk.

8:31

"It's over 8:30." Bruce told him. "Bah. Doesn't matter. I wanna hold my Batsy as close as I can!! C'mere you!" John grabbed Bruce, pulling him back into his arms.

The gesture may have been relaxing. But it left him wondering. . .

What happened to John?