Enough For Me (batjokes)

Coffee

⚠️TW: rape ⚠️

"I gotta go." Said the Bat, suddenly placing a hand on his ear.
Joker giggled. "Did you get a calling or something?"
"Something like that." Said Batman gruffly. He stood up, and Joker did as well.

"So.. where does this put us?" Joker asked, shyly putting his hands in his pockets.
"We're not friends." Batman said.
"Right." Said Joker. "I mean.. am I still your greatest enemy?"

Batman sighed.

"I'll try not to let anything happen to you, Joker."

"What does that mean?" Laughed Joker, suddenly self-conscious that his face was out. He looked down in attempt of hiding it behind his hair.
He felt a strong, warm hand underneath his chin, forcing him to look up.
"It means, yes. You're my greatest enemy."
Batman said, offering a slight smirk.

"Did you just smile!?" Yelled the Joker, pulling away from him. "I made you smile!"
"No, you didn't." Batman denied.
"Yes, I did! I saw that."
"I don't smile."
"Then what was that??"
"Whatever you say, Joker." The Bat mumbled, turning around and leaping off of the building.

The lightning crackled again.

Joker stood there. He made the Bat smile.
He finally did it.
Well, not a full smile. It was half of one.
But it was a good start.

"Harley," Joker said, talking into his EarPod. "Where are you?"
"I'm below Dick's Pawn Shop, Mistah J!" Harley's voice crackled out. "Did ya get kissed again? Batman just left in the Batmobile."

"Ha, very funny. No, but I bet PENGUIN kisses somebody soon. I'm coming down." Joker said.
He thought about just jumping off of the building like the Bat, but just turned back around and used the stairs.

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"So, Selena bailed, Freeze is in jail, Gordon is free, Batman kissed you, and ya didn't kill the Riddler?"
Harley said, picking at her nails.

"That's pretty much it." Joker said. "Oh, and then Oswald had another breakdown, and Batsy saw it happen."
"Was it about his mother again?" Harley asked. Joker nodded.
"We should get the kid some help. I mean, he's only 18, right?" She asked. "You're like a brother to him, and if ya get taken out at some point, he'll really have nobody. So all in all, mission failed."

"Not all failed." The Joker grinned. "I got Batman to smile."
Harley Quinn turned to him, in shock. "Mistah J, you're bluffin'!"
"I'm not!" He laughed. "It was little, but it was there! All I had to do was look down at my feet."

"Great job, J! Oh hey, Ivy is comin' over soon. Do'y mind heading out and grabbin' some coffee for us?" Harley asked. She picked up the TV remote and turned on the television to Breaking News.
It seemed like the Scarecrow was causing havoc in the Narrows.

"Oh, um.. no problem!" The Joker put on a smile, and headed up the staircase to the bathroom, to put on his makeup again.

By now, the rain had stopped but the sky was still dark, despite it being the afternoon.
Once Joker had headed outside, he just began walking.
He didn't bother to take the car; he thought he could lose some weight.

Joker kept his head down and his hands in his pockets, to avoid attention.
Of course, he always wanted attention but not at the time.
Joker felt a little down and he didn't even know why. Mood swings, he guessed.

He kicked a random pebble down the sidewalk, playing ball with himself.
Joker walked slow, he was in no hurry to go get the coffee for Harley and Ivy; they could get their own damn coffee for all he cared.

His slight sadness turned into rage, and he kicked the pebble so hard he lost sight of it.

Gritting his teeth, Joker placed his hand on the gun inside of his pocket as he passed a few hobos standing around a fire.
There were about four or five, of them, and they were all probably around forty years old. They had beer bottles in hand.

He was almost completely past them when one of them called out.

"Hey, clown-boy!"

Joker kept walking, his shoulders stiffening up.

"I said, 'HEY'!" He felt a huge hand on his shoulder yank him back, and he found himself staring into a near-toothless mouth of a dirty older man.
"Let go of me." Joker hissed, tightly gripping the gun in his pocket. The men reeked of weed and alcohol, and it gave Joker terrifying flashbacks.

The other hobos gathered around, toothy smiles covering their dirty faces.
"What's your name, freak?" One of them said, reaching out and touching Joker's waist.

The Joker whipped out his handgun and shot the man in the chest twice.
He gritted his teeth as the disgusting man fell to the ground, obviously dead.

Immediately Joker was thrown to the ground, and the gun got knocked out of his injured hand, flying somewhere into the street.

He was instantly pinned down, arms out to the side, and punched in the face multiple times.

Joker wasn't a fighter, he'd never been a fighter. And it didn't take many blows to the face, neck and chest to knock him out.

                                         

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When Joker woke up, the pain he felt was unlike anything he'd felt in a long time.
The sky was still dark, but the men had disappeared, and their burning fire was nearly out.

Joker sat up, gingerly putting a bruised hand to his temple, and he touched something wet. His hand came back red.
The next thing he noticed was the pain from down below. His pants were unzipped and someone else's liquid was running down the outside of his pant-leg.

Joker closed his eyes and retched, the bile in his throat came up immediately. He felt disgusting.
As soon as he stood up, he stumbled and blood ran down from his nose.
His whole body felt bruised; there was no way he didn't have a broken bone.

It was worse than any beating Batman had ever given him.

Joker held on to the handle of the fire pit to hold himself up as he zipped his pants back up. He just stood there, nausea creeping up in the back of his throat.

Oh, right. The coffee.

Joker stood there another second or so before hobbling into the street to retrieve his handgun, which still lay in the middle of the road.

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Joker made his way back into the circus tent, two cups of coffee in hand that had probably gone cold judging by the time it took for him to get back.

"Oh, hey Mistah J- whoa, are you okay?" Harley said, getting up to take the coffee from him. Poison Ivy sat on the couch, and stared at him with an open mouth.

"Here you go." Mumbled Joker; he was beginning to feel his body giving up on him.

"What happened to ya? What took so long? You've been gone for a few hours..." her eyes trailed to his pants, and she stopped talking.

"Nothing!" Joker put on his brightest smile. "Hi, Ivy." He grinned at her. She waved slowly, staring him down.
"I'm going to bed. See you in the morning." Joker said, hobbling upstairs with the last of his energy.

"Puddin', it's only seven, are you sure you're alright?" Harley called.
Joker didn't bother to answer, and he slammed the bathroom door shut, eager to take a shower.