Shattered Pieces

Chapter Five

Bruce walked out of the elevator with a sigh, cowl in hand. He didn't want Joker alone for too long. He headed to the kitchen, greeted by Alfred.
"How is he doing sir?"
"As good as he can be. Can you do me a favor and make some food for him? Something light?"
"Right away sir. Will soup suffice?"
"That's perfect Alfred, thank you."
Bruce smiled before heading upstairs to his room. He looked for old clothing that he could let Joker keep, settling on a sweater and sweatpants. He made sure to grab some socks and new boxers. He smiled to himself when he realized how big everything would be. He soon headed downstairs, telling Alfred to call him when the soup was ready. He put his cowl back on before stepping into the hidden elevator.

Impatiently, he tapped his foot, worried about Joker. He didn't want him running off, though he doubted he would in just a blanket. As he stepped out he calmed, seeing Joker running his hand along the bandages.
"Here."
He said carefully, handing the clothes over.
"If you need any help, call me."
He walked over to the computer to wait. Joker stared at him for a minute before putting the clothes on, sweater then boxers. He stood up to get the pants on, wincing. His leg shook under his weight, threatening to make him fall. He didn't care and put the pants on, tightening the string so they wouldn't fall. The sweater was way too big, covering his hands at least twice. He sat and put the socks on, careful of the bandages. He couldn't even remember what happened to his leg, blurred in with more of the abuse. Everything was blurred together. He stood back up and went to walk towards Batman, leg giving out underneath him. He fell to the ground with a thud.
"Joker!?"
Batman quickly ran over, picking him up and putting him back onto the bed.
"I'm fine..."
"No, you aren't! What happened?"
"It's nothing it's just my leg- hey what are you doing?"
Batman pulled the pant leg up to examine his leg, frowning. His leg was in an awkward position, most likely dislocated.
"I'll get you a splint."
He said, walking off to do just that. Joker sat there pouting. As quick as he left Batman returned, kneeling in front of Joker. He placed the splint, Alfred in his ear telling him the soup is ready.
"Are you hungry? There's fresh soup."

"Sir, he's been here all day, do you have a plan on what to do with him?"
Alfred asked as the two of them ate dinner, leaving some to take down to Joker.
"I'm going to bring him to the manor. I'll send him back to Arkham tomorrow night, that gives us all day to renovate a room and-"
"Sir, do you really think that is a good idea? Housing a criminal?"
"I'll make them hand him over, as Bruce Wayne or as Batman."
"Just be careful sir."