Not Done Yet

A/N: Hi kids! Just a short chapter, but I wanted to get something posted or it would take too long. Reviews always loved, thanks for reading!!

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For a moment, the Joker continued to lie in Bruce's arms, staring impassively at the man as he considered his words. Then, he twisted his lips into a scornful sneer, and shook his head.

"To the Wayne penthouse, home of fucking billionaire Bruce Wayne? I think...not."

"What do you mean?"

"This is my place. I'm not going anywhere, big guy."

"Don't be stupid. I'm inviting you to my home..."

"Oh, that was an invitation? 'Cause it sounded a teeeny bit like an order."

"You like it when I order you around." Bruce said, smiling, pulling him in and clasping him tighter against his body. The Joker wasn't sure if that was affection, or if he was preparing to take him into captivity.

"Yeah, when you want to fuck me it's one thing, but this is different. If you think I'm going to your place, you're crazy."

"Why?"

"Jeeze, do you think I'm an idiot? You're going to lock me up until you can ease your guilty conscience and take me back to the loony bin..."

"No, that's not what I intend to have happen at all. I can't leave you here, but I don't want you back in the asylum any more than you want to be there."

"Ooo, so, I'll be free to come and go as I please, right?"

"Uh, no...not exactly...."

"Well, which is it, Bats? You can't have it both ways. Either I'm your houseguest, or I'm your prisoner, and I won't be that."

"I'm just trying to keep you safe until I can figure out some way to get you psychiatric treatment without sending you back to Arkham."

"I told you, I'm taking the damn pills..."

"What happens when you run out?"

"There are pharmacies all over the place! I can always get more..."

"By breaking in?"

"Yeah...."

"See, that's the problem, I can't have you doing things like that..."

The Joker twisted out of his lover's arms, reached down, pulled out a pistol from under the mattress, and leveled it at Bruce as he pivoted to sit at the foot of the bed. Bruce was amused to note he still had on his t-shirt, but nothing else.

"You'd be a lot more threatening with your pants on, you know," Bruce commented.

"Ha ha, I'm not trying to threaten you, I'm just letting you know how serious I am. I won't be locked up again, Bats...I'm just sayin'." Frowning, he stood and backed away from the bed, picking up his trousers and underwear with his free hand as he went.

"I think you better go now, Batsy. It's been fun and all, but I need some 'me' time." He laid the gun on the couch and hastily slipped into his clothes. Bruce sat up, rubbing his hand across his forehead tiredly.

"I can't leave you here, Jack."

"Why not? I've been a really good boy, remember? No messy bodies to clean up, no explosions...."

"I'm not going to argue with you about this, either you come home with me or I will take you back to Arkham."

"You really drive me nuts, you know that? You're so worried I'll lose what's left of my mind and wreak havoc, but you're not the least concerned that I'm holding a loaded gun on you?" The Joker again trained the weapon on the man in his bed and tilted his head in exasperation.

"I don't think you'll shoot me." Bruce got out of the bed and Jack was treated to the sight of his powerful, naked body as he began to pick through the pile of clothes laying on the floor. Besides the bat suit, he had underwear and a t-shirt, which he donned, but only the Kevlar leggings, no street clothes.

"Do you have some jeans I could borrow?" he asked Jack.

"Yeah, they're not gonna fit ya, though."

"You're not much shorter than me."

"Yeah, but I'm skinnier."

"Calling me fat?"

"No, gorgeous, you're just wider...all those muscles, I suppose."

"Let's see what we've got here...." Bruce began poking around in the old beat-up chest of drawers that contained the Joker's few possessions. He found a pair of jeans and slipped them on. As Jack had predicted, they weren't a bad fit length-wise, but gaped an inch or so when Bruce tried to button them.

"Here...." Jack stuck the gun in the back of his pants and went to help Bruce close up the jeans Between the two of them, they were met with success and Jack stood back to admire the effect.

"You're such a damn dreamboat. Now, why hasn't some lucky girl ever gotten you to walk down the aisle with her, again?" the Joker smirked.

"Shut up. So, are you going like that, or do you want to bring anything with you?"

"I said, I'm not going..."

"Yes. You. Are." Bruce stood almost toe-to-toe with his enemy/lover and stared steadily into his eyes. The Joker stared back for a moment, then reached behind him for the weapon, but Bruce easily twisted his arm around and forced him to his knees, quickly disarming him.

"Aw, lemme up, He-Man, I wasn't gonna hurt ya..."

"You were about to pull a gun on me...again."

"It's not even loaded...."

"Oh, sure..." Bruce put the muzzle of the pistol to the Joker's temple. It was hard and cold against his skin and a pleasurable shiver ran through the blond.

"Should I test that statement?" asked Bruce in a low voice.

The Joker stared back up at him and grinned evilly.

"Go ahead."

They remained fixed in time, and for a moment, Bruce actually considered pulling the trigger, he wasn't sure why. Instead he abruptly removed the gun from the slighter man's temple and shot into the old chest of drawers. A perfect round hole penetrated the second drawer. Bruce curved his lips into a sneer of disgust.

"Fucking liar," he spat, hauling the Joker to his feet.

"Well, how do you like that, I thought it was empty," he marveled, innocently.

"Do you have a bag, or shall we just go?" Bruce's hand gripped the Joker's upper arm painfully, not that the blond minded. But he knew further refusal would escalate beyond the point of friendly debate, and he really didn't have the fire inside him to go to battle with the man whose cock he had just enjoyed having pumping away inside him not half an hour ago.

"Ok, ok, let me get a few things." The Joker shook off Bruce's hand, resignedly went to his dresser and began stuffing clothes into an empty trash bag. Bruce emptied the gun of the other five bullets it contained, and watched his lover's progress as he moved around the room collecting his things.

"Classy," Bruce commented on his choice of luggage.

"Hey, I'm a man of simple tastes. Another reason I'm not looking forward to the palatial Wayne penthouse."

"Oh, for heaven's sake, it's just a house. With electricity. And...plumbing."

"Ah, see? Spoiled, that's what you are. You need to simplify, Batsy, just the essential things in life are enough. Gunpowder, cold steel....lube..." Jack cast a dazzling grin at Bruce, causing him to stop to impulsively pull Jack into his arms and kiss him deeply.

"If you fuck with me in my home, I'll beat you to a pulp," he warned seriously into his lover's ear.

Jack bit his neck in response and retorted, "If you try to keep me against my will, I'll kill you," in an equally serious tone. Bruce pulled back to look him in the eye.

"You'll have the run of the house, and I'll get you anything you want, all you have to do is ask. But I'll be monitoring phone calls, there are security cameras, and leaving without telling me exactly where you're going and when you'll be back will get you locked up so fast...."

The Joker struggled in his arms, but Bruce held him tightly, and in moment he gave up.

"Ok, fair enough. For now." he acquiesced in defeat.

"Done?" asked Bruce.

"Done."

"Why should I believe you?" asked Bruce wearily.

"I'm a man of my word...don't worry, Bats...it'll be fine. Just don't let me get too bored, you know?" the Joker reminded him helpfully.

"Well, I can't sit around entertaining you all day."

"Just keep me entertained at night, and I'll figure out something for the days..."

"Slut."

"Asshole."

They grinned at each other and Bruce rolled his eyes before giving him a playful shove out the door.