*J* (the continuation)

Part Forty-Nine: Chapter 393: Brother's Business

Jason and Harley lay on the bear skin rug in the living room of their penthouse making love. They are so lost in one another that they don't even see the huge black blob in the sky that was dotting out the city lights. Nor do they see it drawing closer and closer. Just as they were both climaxing together, there on the floor, the sound of shattering glass filled penthouse and rained down on them.

Jason's hand instinctively goes under the bearskin rug and pulls out his gun. He aims and fires in seemingly one move as he uses his own body to shield and protect Harley. There in his living room stood the bat. Bruce's hand goes to his chin. When he draws his hand back he sees blood. Jason had grazed him when he shot at him.

"You shot me," Bruce rasps.

Jason's teeth gnash as Harley scrambles for her clothes, "What the fuck did you expect me to do when I'm making love to my wife and you come crashing through the window. AGAIN!!"

"She's not your wife Jason," Bruce stands firm.

"She is in my eyes and in the eyes of this city," Jason growls and pushes himself to his feet. "I'd say turn around while I get dressed, but I guess it's nothing you haven't seen. Say, how long has it been since you and your prescious clown did the do?" Jason asks with a smirk as he slides on his silk boxers.

"What did you do with it!?" Bruce shouts in anger.

Jason rolls his eyes, "What did I do with what?"

"I know you were in the bat cave!" Bruce says, he sounded completely livid.

"You've hung around psychos so long you're starting to sound like one," Jason sighs and steps into his pants.

"You took the experimental Joker drug!!" Bruce takes a threatening step forward.

Jason quickly redraws his gun, "You better remember who it is you're lunging at, Bruce! I know the one kill shot while you're wearing that suit!!"

"Tell me why you took it!!" Bruce asks loudly, but his body doesn't move an inch. He didn't question if Jason would make good of his threat. He knew he could.

"It doesn't concern you, so don't worry about it," Jason lowly growls as he keeps his gun trained.

"Who are you planning to use it on?!" Bruce demands.

"NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!!" Jason screams.

"IT IS MY FUCKING BUSINESS! I MADE THAT POISON!! IF ANYONE GETS HURT ITS ON ME!!" Bruce yells back.

"Well maybe you should have destroyed it, hum? Should have kept it from falling into the hands of a madman," Jason nonchalantly shrugs.

"You have to give it back!" Bruce says.

"I. Don't. Have. It." Jason says slowly enunciating each word.

"I know it was you that took it! No one else knew what it was or what it could do!! Why did you take it?!" Bruce incessantly keeps on.

Jason casually pulls his shirt on over his shoulders and starts to button it. "You know, I just had that thing replaced," he motions at the shattered window. "I still have a toddler in here. You really care about your nieces welfare, don't you? Are you going to wait around and rescue her when she stumbles out the window? You know, I really shouldn't be surprised. You are the same man who trains young boys to go up against murderers, rapists, and costumed mastermind freaks."

"I'll have it replaced tomorrow," Bruce blinks, realizing what he's done. He mentally slaps himself because he hadn't thought about how it would affect Lucy. He also realizes how right Jason is.