"Ohhh, Brucie!" Joker breathed as the most important man in Gotham held him by his ankles.
"Gods, J-Joker!" Bruce grunted, pressing into the Clown to keep him nice and still.
"B-Bruce!" The Harlequin chuckled, his body jerking against the restraint above him.
"JOKER, stop messing around!" Bruce growled, trying to subdue this infuriating Clown.
"I got your damn bubblebath like you asked, now take it, you smell like a barn animal!"
The Joker cawed with laughter as he was being forced into his bath by the angry rich boy - whom the Jester of Genocide had planned to physically torture at some point.
"Work for it Richie, WORK for it, haha!" Joker squawked, splashing around as he fought his captor.
It had been about a month now since he had woken up in this mysterious place, confusing all of his diabolic intuitions. He had promised Bruce he would behave this time if he got to take a much needed ablution but, as usual, the Clown Prince of Crime and Chaos couldn't resist. Couldn't resist making the Playboy's life hell and punish him for keeping him off of Gotham's streets. Chastise him for thinking he was mentally strong enough to deal with the Joker. Keeping him from the Bat.
His Bat.
The same Bat that nearly took his life in a moment of hot rage and vicious detestation, almost giving Joker the last laugh. Literally. And inside the madman's head were songs of victory and praise for his Batman, accolading the hero for finally letting go and setting that disturbingly serious mind free.
It was all too much and too little at the same time. To break the Bat would be breaking the rules of nature and the unmitigated hope of the forever doomed city he obsesses over. The Clown Prince wanted to record the Vigilante succumb to all of that madness he'd been stuffing into into a locked box inside of himself. Let the people see who their hero really was.
That they were no different. He was Joker. And Joker was him. Simple right?
No. Because the stubborn, balloon-headed, rabies-infested Batman continues to refuse and deny this obvious fact of life. He will be reminded the hard way for sticking him in the discipline of this affluent nincompoop. To get to the Bat, he had to do what he always did best.
Break the hell out.
"It's really pathetic that I can't treat you like a human, Joker! You force me to shackle you and see you as nothing but a wild quadruped I have to keep in a zoo pen!" Bruce panted, gripping Both of the Joker's wrists in his hand.
Raising himself up, Mister Wayne stepped on the Clown's malachite head. Keeping him underwater for a moment, the Playboy went to work hastily by using the zip tie he had on himself for God forsaken moments like this. Bruce wrapped the tough plastic strap around his two wrists, ignoring the Clown's scratching fingers with nails layered in chipped, green polish. As long as Joker's legs were thrashing as hard as they were in the bathwater, he was alive.
The Jester tried to fight hard but he was weakened over his refusal to ingest enough food to keep him going right. There was a time where Bruce had to partake in giving Joker intravenous feeding through an IV, so he caught the Clown boy off guard while he laid in bed. Where he looked rather kind and peaceful than a homicidal maniac.
One furtive movement of holding a tranq gun through that rectangular peek hole later, and that Whack job was out. As still as he was while he slept.
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My Roommate Is A Clown//A BatJokes Fanfiction
Romance"You hated me, and I loved it." "Because love and hate are the same." Batman almost kills the Joker during one of their "games" which leads Batman to bring him home to Wayne Manor. Not only does he jeopardize his identity but he learns that Joker ha...
