Bruce was asleep, Joker curled up in his arms. Joker slowly opened his eyes, his eyes glowing in the dark of the room. Slowly he crawled out of bed, looking around for his crutch. He then looked back at Bruce, making sure he was still asleep. "I-I'm s-sorry Br-Bruce..."
Bruce yawned as he woke up, confused as he sat up. There was no weight on the bed... Fear struck him like a gun as he looked around. "Joker!?" He got up, noticing the crutch was gone. He saw a note from the corner of his eye, turning to face it. Slowly he grabbed the piece of paper, reading the messy writing.
I'm sorry for leaving but I don't want to hurt you again. I might return or you might find me. Either way, I'm sorry. If I don't come back or try to reach you in a day, look for me.
~Jack
Bruce sighed and flipped the page over. There was an address and instructions to go through a certain window. 'Why did he leave...'
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The Broken Clown.
FanfictionREUPLOAD BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL LIKE DELETING THIS CRINGE Aug 21, 2017 - Dec 29, 2017 It's been a month since Joker was put into Arkham and Bruce is worried. Is the clown there for good or is he planning something? When he gets to Arkham the last thi...
