Enough For Me (batjokes)

Trapped?

"I wasn't serious, Batman!" Joker coughed as the Bat set him down, at the front door of Wayne Manor. "I just left Os..Penguin, all by himself! What are you going to do to me?"
He began to panic.

"Little guy can take care of himself." Grumbled the Bat, ringing the doorbell. Joker held his wrist, twisting it in anxiety.

The elderly butler opened the door.
"Hello, Batman." Alfred kindly said, and turned to Joker. His face remained the same, but Joker saw through his polite smile.

Alfred despised him.

Joker didn't know why that bothered him, but it did.
His mind resorted to thinking about Penguin and Harley to stay calm.
He must've been making a pretty weird face, because Batman and Alfred were staring at him.
"Go," Batsy said, motioning for him to walk in the front door.

"Ha, no." Joker said. "Last time this whole thing was a trap! What makes you think I'll just walk right in? I'm not stupid, Batman." He gritted his teeth.
Batman sighed.

"I assure you, it's safe, Joker." Alfred said, stepping aside to let Joker in.
"I'm not going in!" Yelled the Joker, and he broke into laughter.
"Walk inside." Batman said, beginning to lose his patience. "Or I'll take you right back to your tent."

"Please do!" Joker laughed. "I was joking when I told you to bring me here, just take me back to my house and all will be-"

He was shoved through the front door, Alfred closing it once Batman had walked inside.
"Are you hungry?" Batman asked, walking further inside. Joker shook his head. How could he be? He had a Batarang in his hand.

"Fine. Alfred will stitch you up, and I WILL see you in time for lunch." Batman said.
Alfred began walking down a hallway.
"This way." He said quietly.
Joker hesitated, then followed.

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"OUCH!" Joker exclaimed as Alfred pulled the weapon from his hand with tweezers. The Joker was sitting on a table, next to a counter with medical tools.
"Hold still please." Alfred sighed, the Joker avoided sight of his bloody hand.
He closed his eyes as Alfred began to thread the needle in and out of the palm of his hand, slowly stitching him up.

Joker was quietly chuckling the entire time that Alfred worked on him.
Once his laughing had gotten so out-of-hand that Alfred had put a hand on his knee and said, "you're scaring me, do stop".

"I'm sorry, I laugh when I'm nervous." Joker said, slightly sweating as Alfred looked at him again after he laughed for too long without taking a breath.

There was a pause, and Joker saw Alfred's face soften.
"It's alright. Try to breathe, it will help the pain." He said to Joker, tying the thread. Alfred moved on to the Joker's face.
"Hmm." He hummed. "You need stitches on your cheek. Try not to laugh very much."

"S-sir, that's impossible." Joker giggled, staring at his fixed hand.
"Very well." Alfred sighed, seeming fine to not be dealing with the clown's face. "Any injuries under the suit? Probably." Alfred answered his own question.

"Please take off the suit. Then I will finish up." Alfred said, turning away to thread another needle.
Joker shifted positions on the table.
"I am not comfortable doing that." He grinned, thinking about what Alfred would say if he saw what was on Joker's body.

"It's only me. Bruce Wayne's butler." Alfred said, looking back at him. "I have seen many things. Some things, I wish I hadn't seen, but I deal with injuries all the time." He said. "You are safe here."

Joker doubted that.

"I think you're lying." He said out loud. Alfred raised an eyebrow, pulling thread through a larger needle.
"You may think whatever you want."
He said, tying the string. "But I will never intentionally hurt another human being while I'm giving them surgery."