My Roommate Is A Clown//A BatJokes Fanfiction

3. The Joker's Keeper

A/N: Just a quick note, Joker truly does not know that Bruce Wayne is Batman. I had to take that important aspect of him away to fit in to how I wanted this story.

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Bruce. Fucking. Wayne. Oh my.

That was who had the balls to keep the Joker against his will inside of his own (Bruce's) house!? Haha, the madman could hardly believe it! But there they were. Gawking at each other with mutual disgust and bitterness. Bruce's lips puckered out and his eyes narrowed at the Joker like he had just won the crown at a pageant. As if Bruce was the runner up and he was watching his enemy take the glory.

Regardless of Bruce's thoughts on Joker being frivolous, now the both of them were being childish. Because the Jester rubbed off on him more than he was truly aware. But nothing could even begin to describe how much Bruce despised this Clown.

Despised that dirty, swamp water-green hair. Despised those vile, effulgent green eyes. That pasty, white skin.

And worst of all...those sanguine, licorice lips that were always curved to flash the particularly vicious-looking teeth. His sharp cuspids seemed to hang over his bottom teeth, creating the illusion that he had fangs. It was so wicked. Every time Bruce saw them, his spine tingled at the thought of Joker using them in a fight. Grabbing ahold of his throat like a wild dog and refusing to let go, tearing the flesh.

The playboy quickly shook his head from those nightmarish thoughts and cursed himself for noticing the Joker too much. He knew every detail of his face by now; every curve, wrinkle and contour of his skin. That smell that didn't smell like anything that existed. A scent that belonged primarily to the Ace of Knaves. The hair in his nose coiled every time the Clown got too close and practically breathed on him.

Every. Single. Little. Thing about this loon was evil. A corrupt, malignant tumor on the face of justice and Gotham. There was not a thing similar about them. That's what Bruce had to keep reminding himself every time the Clown insisted they were analogous.

The Joker now had his mouth pressed against the opening of the heavy security door. That gargantuan, crescent moon-shaped aperture in his face was the only thing visible with his biting teeth presented to him. Mocking him. Like they had read his mind and were now trying to make his skin crawl on purpose. It was now laughing.

That same gaudy cachinnate that sent Batman over the edge and had him nearly destroy his nemesis. Bruce's fists folded so tight that his knuckles nearly turned the same color as Joker. He wanted to make it stop again.

     "What's - HA! - what's the matter Brucie, I thought we were gonna talk!?" Joker guffawed, trying to mask his irritability to the situation. Acting like he wasn't offended by being babysat by some rich boy. The Wayne Enterprises guy for fish's sake.

Joker could feel the uneasy Bruce Wayne. Feeding off of his antipathy for him and using it to his advantage. This was one of his many, many tactics and it contrasted his manipulative charm perfectly. The visibly shaken Billionaire was knocked out of his trance, his vision that had saturated the clown in red was starting to clear. That Clown's voice was nails on a chalkboard.

There was also one thing Bruce was for sure of: Joker was not making any connection between him and the Batman.

     "Yes, ahem, of course we are," Bruce retorted, making he sure he was nice and tall. Showing this menace who was boss. "There are rules we need to discuss-,"

     "Batman put you up to this didn't he!?" Joker suddenly snapped, his eyes once again visible to the man. The sclera of his eyes were yellow and they looked utterly furious.