Delight in Disorder

Title: Delight in Disorder Chapter 8

Author: Melodyofchaos

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything Batman related, if I did Bats and Joker would wear a lot less clothing whilst together.

Rating: NC17

Warnings: Mpreg, explicit sex,

Summery: After Batman gives in to his hidden desires for one night, he carts off the clown to Arkham, only for the doctors to find the Joker is pregnant.

Big thanks to my wonderful beta, Amanda Saitou

Joker wasn’t happy at the moment, although the minute they entered the Tumbler, Bruce began to worry. That gleam in the Joker’s verdant eyes couldn’t mean anything good. His eyes scanned all the technology at the Bat’s fingertips.

‘Almost enough to make my mouth water’ Joker thought. The way Batman was looking at him out of the corner of his eye was enough to tell him the Bat had a good idea of what was going through the crafty clown’s head, though.

Joker gave a slight happy giggle when the engine roared into life. He could get used to this! Things only got better once Bats put his foot to the metal! He giggled again and when he looked back at Bats, he could have sworn the bigger man was smiling.

In what seemed like no time at all, they arrived at a gorge with a waterfall on the other side. Joker, was to say the least, rather confused. He had also just realised Bats hadn’t blindfolded him. It might have taken him a little while, but he was reasonably sure he could find his way back here if he had to. That was when Bats really put his foot down and pressed a red button Joker had been trying very hard not to look at to avoid the temptation of pressing it. The car roared and shot over the gorge only to continue forward into what seemed to be a cave. This time, the Joker gave into the urge to laugh, and this time, Bats really was smiling at him.

“What is so funny Joker?” He asked, voice still sounding like he gargled with broken glass every night.

The Joker continued to laugh, and in between gasps for air managed to get out. “Oh, god, hehehe, it’s the haha! Bloody Batcave!” Joker then rolled over howling.

Bruce tried not to snigger at the Joker’s antics. The man was rather amusing when he wasn’t being homicidal.

“Right, come on then. I’m assuming you are hungry?” Bruce raised an eyebrow at the Joker, before he remembered the Joker couldn’t see his eyebrows.

“Starving. Arkham is hardly the Plaza after all. Wouldn’t mind a shower either if you are offering.” This time the Joker raised an eyebrow, defiant eyes centred on him, as if daring him to deny that it was his fault he had been in Arkham in the first place.

“True. Shower or food first?” was the only, rather defeated, reply Joker received.

“Shower.” he replied. Bruce nodded.

Bruce offered the Joker his hand and helped him out of the Tumbler. Joker was looking around and assessing his surroundings. “Swanky place Bats.” This time Bruce didn’t bother to hide his smile and laughed.

“This is just, as you put it, the Batcave. I’ll take you upstairs, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t attack my staff or attempt to escape. And for God’s sake, don’t burn it down, I have only just finished the repairs to it” Bruce told him sternly. Joker’s mouth dropped open. “You will catch flies like that, you know” Bruce told him as he lifted one Kevlar glove to the Joker’s face, closing his mouth for him gently.

“But you… You just told me who you are!” Joker exclaimed, clearly floored.

“Oh, good, I did hope you would get it. Now I’ll get changed quickly, show you where you can get your shower, and, oh don’t worry I’ll find some clothes for you. Is there any food you would specifically like?” Bruce asked, enjoying his power over the currently speechless clown.

Joker stood there, unmoving as his brain processed everything he had just learned. He was now stuck on ‘Holy shit Bruce Wayne is Batman. Holy motherfucker, I slept with Bruce Wayne. HOLY VIRGIN MOTHER OF GOD I’M HAVING BRUCE FUCKING WAYNE’S BABY’.

As a result, he jumped when a large, manicured pair of hands were placed on his orange jumpsuit clad shoulders. He heard a soft chuckle by his ear, and rolled his eyes. “Jumpy are we?” An amused and soft voice asked. The guy might be a womanising, closet gay, lying son of a bitch, but Joker couldn’t deny that he was gorgeous, with a fantastic body and a nice voice.

“Right, come on, Joker I’ll take you up and you can shower. I’ll get you some clothes too”. Bruce told him gently. Joker allowed himself to be lead towards the lift, which in Bruce’s mind only solidified that the Joker was too shocked to protest or attempt anything, so he felt it would be all right to leave him to shower whilst he found some clothes for him.

Joker followed the taller man through the huge mansion. It was lavishly decorated, no expense spared on any area of the huge house. They soon arrived at a bedroom and Bruce showed him the huge bathroom. Then he left, presumably to offer some semblance of privacy.

Bruce left the Joker in the bathroom and walked across the room to his large walk-in wardrobe. He must have something that wouldn’t just fall off the Joker’s smaller and much lither frame. He picked up an old black t-shirt and his smallest pair of silken pyjama bottoms, that thankfully had a drawstring on them so they shouldn’t fall down too easily. However, Bruce wasn’t ready to come face to face with a wet, naked Joker. Bruce felt rather jealous of the water droplets that clung to the planes of the Joker’s body. He really wanted to lick up all the water from his collarbone, and follow that enticing droplet as it ran from his neck down to the towel draped around his narrow hips. Bruce then focused on his stomach, almost hoping there would be some sign of his child in there, even though he knew it was far to soon for the Joker to be showing at all. When he finally managed to drag his eyes up to the Joker’s face, the damn clown was smirking at him. That faded when Bruce couldn’t take his eyes of the clean planes of the Joker’s face, all traces of dirt and make-up gone. He looked so much younger, and Bruce mentally took five years off of the Joker’s suspected age. His scars didn’t spoil how handsome he was. His lips were still rather reddened but Bruce put it down to almost constant wearing of red lipstick.

The Joker looked very uncomfortable under Bruce’s heavy gaze, and Bruce decided to break the heavy tension.

“I got you some clothes, I’m not sure they will fit you, but I’ll deal with that problem later. What can I get you to eat?”

“I don’t mind, Brucie, whatever is fine.” Joker answered rather curtly, obviously still uncomfortable with Bruce staring at his face. Bruce nodded.

“All right, I’ll leave you to get dressed, then I’ll show you to the kitchen”.

Joker dried himself quickly, feeling better than he had in a long while. Bruce’s clothes were warm and smelled like him, and despite what he had done, the smell felt like warmth and safety to him. He put it down to the hormones. Bruce’s clothes really were far too big on him, but it was a comforting sensation. Almost like Bats might actually care about him. ‘He trusted you enough to tell you who he really was and he keeps leaving you alone in his house’ he told himself. ‘Surely a man who does that isn’t full of undying hatred and resentment towards you’ his brain added for him. Joker shook himself, this talking to himself thing was a bad habit. It made him look even crazier. He pushed down the urge to make a terrible joke. Instead, he trotted out of the room to find Bruce and the promised food.

He soon ran into Bruce in the hall, and was led into a warm kitchen, decorated in whites and earthy tones. He liked the room, not as much as the bedroom he had been in though. On the table was a spread of many types of food, mostly finger foods, and Bruce looked as hungry as he felt. Joker decided putting off conversation that could end with him in a cell until after they had both eaten. Perhaps by proving he could be a good houseguest he wouldn’t be stuck in a cage. He meant that literally, apart from murder, he thought Bruce was properly capable of anything.

Bruce sat down to eat, trying to ignore how good the Joker looked in his clothes. Made him want to take him into his arms and never let him out again. Bruce mentally shook himself, he had to stop these inappropriate thoughts around the clown! Unfortunately Bruce’s brain chose that moment to tell him Joker didn’t really look like a homicidal clown at the moment, he looked so innocent and vulnerable. Well as much as those sharp, knowing green eyes could look innocent. Even now, the Joker looked rather twitchy, although much more relaxed than before. He watched Joker eat with a sharp eye wanting to make sure that not only did the man eat, but that he was eating enough for him and the baby. Bruce was not looking forward to the talk he knew that had to have after they had both finished eating, because Bruce knew if he put it of until tomorrow, he would continue to find ways to worm out of the conversation.

Joker yawned, the escape from Arkham and all of the revelations he had, made him more tired than usual, not that he was likely to sleep for a long period of time anyway.

“Thanks for the food and stuff, Brucie, but I’m awful tired” Joker said, affecting a deep southern accent and batting his eyelashes coquettishly at Bruce. The other man surprised him by laughing, a warm rich sound. It made the Joker smile shyly back at Bruce.

For Bruce though, that sweet, shy smile he never thought he would ever see the like of on the Joker, made what he had to say next that much harder.

“Joker, this is sort of hard for me to say… but do you want the baby?” Bruce asked quietly.

Joker was surprised to say the least. He hadn’t really been given the choice at Arkham. The older doctor, no matter how kind he had appeared, refused to discuss without the other father there, he would never admit it out loud, but admired the older man’s conviction. The younger doctor, however, gave him the creeps and he had learned long ago that his instincts would never lead him far astray. The way Bruce had phrased the question… he had given no clue on his own feelings, he made it seem like the only one’s feelings on the baby that mattered were his own. That was… nice.

Bruce bit his lip nervously, the Joker seemingly lost in thought. Had he ruined the fragile peace that they had achieved in the brief time the Joker had been here? He knew what he hoped the Joker would say, but he wouldn’t, couldn’t pressure him either way.

“I have had a lot of time to think about this, courtesy of you, but I have decided that I’m keeping it, and I don’t care what you think, and I certainly don’t need you”. The Joker’s tone was very defiant, but Bruce saw the glimmer of fear in those beautiful emerald eyes. All Bruce wanted to do was rid him of that fear. He walked over to the Joker, leaning down and giving in to his urge to hug the Joker.

“I’m so glad. I want the baby too, if you’ll let me help you.” Bruce whispered in his ear. Joker nodded, and closed his eyes, laying his head on the strong shoulder and relaxing into the strong, protective embrace.

“So we do this together, Bats. We have agreed. Can we talk more in the morning? I don’t know about you but I’m tired.” Joker gave Bruce a small smile, matched with sleepy green eyes.

“All right. Bed then.” Bruce replied.

Joker followed Bruce quietly out of the kitchen, mind busily processing every thing the Bat had said or done. The man was an enigma wrapped in a mystery, that was for sure. ‘At least he’ll never bore me’ Joker thought. For once, Joker believed every word Bruce had said. The man certainly had no reason to lie, certainly couldn’t see Bruce wanting to fuck with his head, the other man was far too noble for such a thing.

Bruce took Joker into the Master bedroom, he knew it wasn’t really his parents’ room, but he still couldn’t sleep there. It was the biggest room though and he thought the Joker might appreciate all the space after the cramped blandness of Arkham.

“This is the Master Suite. I hope you’ll be comfortable and if you need anything, my room is the next one on the left, k?” Bruce smiled at the Joker.

“K” Joker replied. Bruce turned to leave, but before he could, Joker called after him, “Bats?”

“Yes?”

“Why don’t you have the Master Suite? You are the master of the house after all” Joker asked, not malicious in any form, for now he was simply curious.

“You know what happened to my parents?” At the Joker’s nod, he continued. “This house may have been burned down, and I know this room has never been used, but it doesn’t mean I can bring myself to sleep in it.”

Joker nodded, the explanation made sense. “Thanks, Bats.”

“For what?” came his bone-tired yet curious reply.

“Everything. Getting me out, Ah!” he held up his hand to prevent whatever Bruce was going to say. “I know you put me there, but that doesn’t mean you had to get me out, even with the baby. Thanks for trusting me with your identity and telling me stuff. Everything really. Tell anyone I thanked you and I’ll have to kill you, can’t have my super villain rep being ruined y’know?”

Bruce laughed. “Got you. And don’t mention it Joker. Least I could do. Now get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning.” On impulse, Bruce covered the remaining distance between them, and kissed him gently on the forehead.

“Night Joker, sleep well”

“Sure.. Night Bruce”

With the address of his real name and not a ridiculous nickname, Bruce knew he had managed to surprise the Joker. He tried to ignore the part of that was crowing with triumph. It was the same part of him seemed to see the Joker as his lover. He was going to have to try so very hard to remember all the lives the Joker had taken. When he was like this, Bruce couldn’t see him as a homicidal maniac. He also highly doubted the Joker would allow himself to become domesticated.

Bruce very nearly jumped when the Joker stuck his head out of his bedroom door, and yelled “Bruce!”

“Yes?”

“If you want to do something, I suggest you find out every thing possible on Doctors Jackson and Park. Night night Batty!”

Bruce rolled his eyes. “Will do that, thanks Joker. Now get some sleep!”

He almost didn’t hear the quiet reply of, “Yes mother.” Bruce sniggered quietly. The Joker was actually quite funny when he wasn’t spouting complete bullshit. As Bruce wasn’t that tired, he decided to do as the Joker asked. He assumed the doctors were the ones that knew about the Joker’s pregnancy. Although he did hope the Joker was having him check out the doctors for a valid reason and not just insane paranoia.