Homemade Dynamite [The Lego Batman fanfiction]

Chapter Ten

A/N: Hey, James here, just wanted to say thanks for all the reads and votes on this story! Means a lot that a silly idea of mine is now getting all this attention lol. Sorry for the late update though, haven't really been that inspired to write in this book lately, but I did it, and here ya go.

I wanted to nominate this for the 2022 Wattys, but I doubt I'd be motivated to finish this before it ends anyway... So... Enjoy, my lovely peasants <3.

Oh yeah, so, I might end up discontinuing this book. Just cause I don't know where I want to take this story nor do I know what to write about.

Of you have any requests/ideas, do tell me and I could try to incorporate it into the story :).

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. With a soft groan, Batman rolls over, his arm latching around a slim waist as his face rests against the back of a warm, soft neck. He takes a deep breath, humming with a frown as the man beside him moves. His eyes slowly open, watching Jack kiss the top of his head. A smile forms on his face, and a deep blush erupts on his cheeks as he locks eyes with Jack, shoving his face into the man's chest instinctively. Joker combs his fingers through Bruce's black, messy hair, eyed glued to the top of his head.

"Good morning, Brucie," Jack strokes a hand over Bruce's arm, his nails painted pink and Wayne's black, and a full face of makeup on the clown. "Your alarm went off at five, thought I'd let you sleep for another hour or two whilst I get ready. My make up was a mess!" Batman sighs softly, sitting up and pulling the sheets over his chest, hugging it with one arm in an attempt to hide his body, as he looks over at the alarm clock on the bedside cabinet.

"It's eight in the morning." Bruce glances at Jack, the man stretched out on the bed with his hands behind his head.

"You looked so peaceful, I'd be a monster to wake you." He smiles softly, "And do you always sleep in your undies? Thought rich men like you would be able to afford pajamas."

"I'm rich, Jack, if I'm cold, I can just buy another heater for the room." He chuckles, a gentle gaze resting on the man beside him - the man in his bed. Out of all the places I'd taken the Joker before, never had I thought it'd end up being Wayne Manor... Jack giggles softly and wraps his arms around Bruce's hips, cuddling into his side and nuzzling his face between his arms.

"You walk around in nothing but robes, why are you so protective over who sees your man boobs all the sudden?"

"It's called 'nipples', ever heard of it?"

"Fair." The Joker hums softly, lifting himself up and pecking Bruce's cheek - the man blushing heavily, and nestling his face in the nook of Jack's neck instinctively. He rubs a hand up and down Bruce's spine, smiling widely. "It's funny, you don't talk much in person, but in your sleep, you can't shut your trap." He teases, shuddering at the vibrations of Batman's groan against his pale skin.

"Sorry if it kept you up, I tend to speak a ton in my sleep if something's on my mind."

"It's fine, kept me awake for a while, but it was worth it," He smiles wider, a blush on his cheeks. "So, to answer your question, yes, I'll go out with you." Bruce pulls away and covers his face with his hands, a flustered mess. "Don't take me some place too fancy, but do know that I'm not cheap."