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Title: Delight in Disorder Chapter 6/?

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. Bruce finds out after hacking into the system after the Joker’s escape and reading his medical file, with a side note saying that some doctors at Arkham are theorizing that the Joker was experimented on in the past.
Big thanks to my wonderful beta, Amanda Saitou

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The young doctor’s mouth fell open. His shocked gaze said more than his meagre words ever could. Dr Park continued ignoring the younger doctor’s shocked reaction. “We will of course need to ultrasound him, to be certain. Although how we are to achieve that when we can not pump him full of sedative nor gain a handle on his psychopathic tendencies without the use of drugs, I’m not certain.”

“We could always explain to him.” Dr Jackson volunteered.

“We could try. But if he rips his cell apart or himself, you will be held responsible. We can’t be sure how his delicate psyche would take the blow”. Dr Park frowned, more to himself than the younger doctor.

“But we must try, if we are to be certain of his… condition, so that we may take the appropriate steps.” Dr Jackson said, attempting to portray a demeanour of calm, despite his inner disgust and fear.

The Joker gave the doctors his best glare of death as they walked through the door. He then realised what he had just thought, and decided he had watched enough Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns to be channelling in own inner British vampire. Oh well, he’d always thought Spike was rather amusing. But back to the situation at hand, he sternly told his meandering brain.

“Mr erm Joker.” He tried not to snarl as the elder doctor stuttered slightly on addressing him. Fuck them, his real name was not for public consumption. “What?”

“I’m afraid your test results came back with some odd readings” The older doctor told him. ‘Well? Get the fuck on with it old man before I get out of these ridiculous shackles and decide your insides look better on the outside.’ Joker snarled to himself. “We have your blood tests results, and upon redoing them, the result was the same. Now we aren’t sure how it happened, but you are pregnant.” Dr Park continued, seemingly oblivious to his patient’s murderous thoughts.

Joker’s thoughts abruptly stopped. This almost never happened, and when it did, he tended to wake up in the most horrific manner. Last time it had been in a hotel room, but its once pristine furnishings had been completely drenched in blood, entrails had been hanging from the ceiling, a liver thrown awkwardly across the table lamp and the bible often placed in hotel rooms had brain smeared over it. He’d later seen something that slightly resembled it in a wonderful television show, Dexter, it had been called. His smirk at the thought almost spread out onto his features but he stopped it just in time, changing it to a glare.

After his random thoughts on Dexter, his mind once again went blank, if he had been free, not a lot would have been found of these so-called doctors. He snarled, baring his teeth to them both. He wasn’t pregnant, he couldn’t be, they were fucking with him. Some sick twisted experiment. He stopped snarling abruptly, there was something hovering in the far corners of his mind. He knew that he knew little of his past, little more than his real name, so why there a memory hovering just out of reach?

His breathing began to quicken, his eyes reflecting the wild, irrational fear, akin to a trapped animal, a predator that knew it was going to die. The two doctors looked at each other, weighing up in their minds whether it was worth it to sedate the Joker, who was now twisting and scratching at everything within reach, including himself, in his effort to free himself. Dr Park took hold of the younger doctor as he moved forward, needle in hand. “If we sedate him, he could lose the baby. We don’t know how it will affect him, both mentally and physically”

“But if we let him continue, he’ll cause himself some damage, also detrimental to the foetus’ health.” Dr Jackson said, his mind concentrated on Nobel prizes, fame and fortune, for bringing this to the world’s attention. He could see it already, his name on the front page, the doctor who delivered the first male-borne child, him giving talks on how it was possible and how far-reaching the possibilities were. No normal child need ever suffer again, they’d have a limitless supply of fresh organs from the freaks born of males.

However Dr Park was only thinking of the Joker’s health, and how he may calm down if the baby’s other father were there. The Joker must have had some sort of relationship, it may be the only way to calm down the psychotic clown without drugs. Not to mention, the other father should be informed he had a child on the way.

Dr Park sent Dr Jackson to see to some of the other high-risk patients as he re-entered the Joker’s cell. “Joker. I’d like you to calm down please.” His no-nonsense tone left precious little room to argue.

Miraculously the Joker stopped fighting his restraints. He lifted his head, green eyes boring into his own. “Why? Frightened I’ll hurt the parasite?” he ground out.

Dr Park looked shocked, but he had a duty of care, if the Joker truly felt that way, it was only right to offer him the option. “It isn’t a parasite, it is a child.” He took a deep breath, more to ground himself than anything. “If you truly feel that way, we can abort it. However, if you choose that option, I would prefer it if you discussed it with the other father”. Dr Park steeled himself for the inevitable explosion of manic energy. It never happened.

Joker sat back in his straitjacket. Discuss aborting it (It was the only way he could bare to think of the thing growing within) with Batman?! Was this guy insane?! He took stock of his last thought and sniggered mentally. Then checked himself. ‘No! Bad, bad laughing! Not the time for jokes!’ he reprimanded himself. He decided to drop his bombshell on the unfortunate doctor.

“In that case, Doc, anyway I can get in touch with dear old Bats?” He almost smirked at the look in the guy’s eyes. Maybe this would change the doctor’s mind on him having to talk to Batman about it?

“I’m sure we’ll find a way, Joker, if an abortion is truly what you want” The doctor nodded to him before leaving the cell, a shocked clown staring at his back, for once not feeling in the slightest homicidal, merely thoughtful.

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Bruce smiled thinly at the vapid blonde currently clinging to his arm. He began surveying the room, noting with detached interest how thinly disguised gold-diggers clung to their current beau. It had always disgusted him, women lowering themselves for the sake of money. A flash of green caught his eye, and for the first time since the Joker’s incarceration an emotion other than anger and self-pity flashed across the handsome billionaire’s face. His face slumped back into its emotionless mask upon realising the green had been no more than a picture on the large T.V. It wasn’t a picture of the Joker. Bruce cursed himself again, dammit the Joker was out of his system! And he definitely did not miss the green-haired, cackling psychotic clown!

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Back in Arkham, Dr Park was practically tearing his hair out in frustration. He could believe the Joker, and attempt to talk to Batman. Or he could dismiss it as the insane ramblings of an unwell, however manipulative, mind. But the look the Joker had given him when he said he wouldn’t consider an abortion without the other parent’s consent, didn’t seem to be the Joker attempting to manipulative him. It had seemed like the Joker was scared. That decided, it was time to find out if those rumours about Commissioner Gordon’s relationship with the Batman were true after all.

Joker was still deep in thought many hours after Dr Park had left. He was going to have a baby. He could barely wrap his broken, fragile mind around the concept. He had also been considering an abortion. On the one hand, he had always wanted a family, someone to love him unconditionally. But then again, they would never allow him to keep the child in Arkham, or anywhere else for that matter. If he kept it, the child would always be a virtual stranger to him. Not to mention the prejudice the child would experience for having him as a parent. And that was on top of being a child of two men. Could he honestly inflict that on his own flesh and blood? But equally, could he kill his child?

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Bruce sighed, feeling the familiar click of his mask going into place a comfort. The bat suit had always felt more his own skin than his ridiculous business suits ever could or ever would. He had to hurry, looking at the time: Gordon wanted to talk to him. He had said it was urgent, but not something he could discuss over the phone. That had had Bruce worried, Gordon almost never called, the only times he had had been when the Joker’s latest plot threatened Gotham. Slipping into the Tumbler, he drove to where Gordon would be waiting. His landing upon the roof was silent, as always. Gordon turned round to face him, suddenly looking so much older, and far too tired than what could be healthy.

“Batman. I’m afraid I’ve had some unsettling news on the Joker” Gordon stated calmly upon seeing him, words that struck a cold chill into Bruce’s chest.

“What?” he growled, his Batman voice lower and harsher than usual.

“Did you sleep with the Joker?”.

Bruce was struck dumb at the question. Why on earth would Gordon want or need to know that? “What?” he growled again.

Gordon sighed and ran thin hands through his still-thick, but greying hair. “Did you or not? Trust me when I say, I wouldn’t normally pry, but something has happened to the Joker. His doctor was here earlier” Gordon said tiredly.

“You mean he had a disease?” Bruce was beginning to feel worried now.

“No, no, nothing like that, but please Batman this important, now, did you sleep with him or not?”

“Yes” Bruce hung his head. It had hardly been the proudest moment of his life. Admitting his night of weakness to one of the most committed policemen out there was shameful.

“He’s pregnant” Gordon stated, not bothering to attempt to sugar-coat the news.

“Holy shit. How?” Bruce asked numbly. Gordon flicked up his eyebrows.

“If you have to ask…” Gordon smiled.

“NO! I mean. I know how, but how?” Bruce noticed his voice losing its customary gruffness and lowered the timbre of his voice further. Gordon sighed.

“I don’t know. The doctor didn’t know. But he needed to get in contact with you, he refuses to allow the Joker to discuss having an abortion without you there”

Bruce didn’t what to make of this. Joker pregnant? Abortions? Oh god, a baby?! At the same as these panicked thoughts, he was unable to quell the rising excitement. The thought of a child was oddly exhilarating, but at the same time, he was scared that if he told the Joker he wanted it, the Joker would abort it out of spite. He couldn’t bring himself to blame the Joker, he had betrayed him in the worst way possible. Did he honestly think the Joker might welcome him back with open arms jut because of the baby? ‘Or open legs.’ his mind whispered slyly. No! Bruce stopped that though in its tracks. But then again, the authorities would never hand over the child to a vigilante, or for that matter, Bruce Wayne, playboy extraordinaire. Also he would have to admit sleeping with the Joker. Hardly a positive thing in the eyes of the media and of the courts. He would have to explain this somehow to Alfred as well.

Perhaps if Bruce was able to get the Joker out of Arkham, it would help to mend the rift created by Bruce’s betrayal? Bruce doubted it, but it was worth a shot. He told himself the only reason he was considering this was for the baby. He didn’t want to hold the Joker in his arms, or to feel his child kick from inside the Joker. He didn’t want to fall to his knees to beg forgiveness. Didn’t want to watch the beautiful fallen angel of a man sleep contented in Bruce’s arms. He didn’t. Ahh, denial, how he had missed thee.

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Joker had been silent and unmoving for awhile now. He knew it was making the staff nervous, and that by itself was reason enough to continue. But that wasn’t the real reason. His mind seemed to be able to think of only one thing. He wanted the baby. He actually wanted it. He knew it was horribly selfish of him, but that didn’t lessen the want. He had already decided that it was ’fuck you’ to Bats if he wanted to get rid of it. Joker would get out of this hellhole, hole up somewhere far, far away, and have his baby. He’d keep it safe and with him for as long as possible. Dr Park had showed him the ultrasounds, and was sure the man hadn’t missed the happy look in his eyes. He knew the baby was about the size of a strawberry, but that didn’t stop him thinking about what gender the baby would be, or its first step, first word, first friend, first of everything and he had never been more determined to experience anything as he was to experience every part of his baby’s life. With or without Bats. However, he was no fool, Bats was obviously loaded, and if he could help him stay with the baby, then he would allow Bats some sort of contact with his child.

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Bruce was now sitting in the Bat cave, where the quiet interrupted only by the fluttering of hundreds of bat’s wings, helped him to think. Bruce did feel vaguely guilty for deceiving Alfred and Lucius, but he needed the privacy to work out his plan. Right now, Bruce was pouring over blueprints of Arkham. Bruce was determined to rescue his pregnant lover. He wasn’t sure when he started thinking of the Joker as his lover, and it did cause butterflies to flutter wildly in his stomach. Weird. He was also thinking of how to explain the Joker’s presence in the penthouse. He had considered keeping Joker in the Bat cave but decided against it, having read up on pregnancies. Pregnant women sounded hard enough, he didn’t want to think about how difficult a pregnant Joker would be. It was the least he could do, making sure he spent the pregnancy as comfortable as possible. After the baby was born, he hoped Joker would stay with him, but if he really couldn’t forgive him, Bruce would fix it so Joker could leave the country, though hopefully he’d remain in contact with them both. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that, though. He didn’t want to miss a moment of his child’s life.

But right now, Bruce needed to stop thinking, and start planning. He didn’t want the Joker to remain in that place for a moment longer. He did need to consider the Joker’s medical needs, though. Perhaps he and the Joker could discuss it once he was safely here, where Bruce could see him. And touch him, but Bruce refused to acknowledge that niggling voice that said he didn’t just want the Joker out of Arkham because of the baby.

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Joker looked up when the door opened. Upon seeing Dr Park, his gaze dropped again. He had grown used to the doctor, he didn’t trust him obviously, but didn’t really want to kill him either. He didn’t speak to the Joker as if he were an uncomprehending animal, but spoke to him as if he were just another guy. Another guy who happened to be pregnant, but still, he was nice enough.

“Dinner, Joker. I’m sorry, I know it is terrible. I am working on it though. We have just had a very generous donation.” Dr Park happily said.

“Who from?” Joker enquired, from both a mix of boredom and curiosity.

“Bruce Wayne, you’ll have heard of him, I’m sure”

“Yeah. Pretty little rich playboy.” Joker grumbled.

“For once, I don’t disagree with you, but it was a very generous contribution. To be expected really, when you look at his parents.”

Joker frowned. “Shot weren’t they?”

“Yes, Mr Wayne was 9 or 10, I believe. Terrible really, I don’t think Mr Wayne ever got over it” Dr Park told him.

“Why is that?” Joker replied, his interest well and truly piqued now.

“Well, this was before you arrived, but for seven years Mr Wayne disappeared, was actually declared dead. But he came back, took back over his father’s Company, and as you’ve seen, spent his time living a life of luxury.” Dr Park told him, his distaste of the playboy evident on his face.

Joker sat back and absorbed the new information. He recalled seeing Bruce Wayne in the social pages of various papers, his face always smiling, but eyes always empty. Joker had always just thought he was either high or drunk or both. Now, he wasn’t so sure. He began to eat mechanically, as his mind was furiously absorbed in its latest task.

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“Quick!” Bruce hissed, his voice higher than its normal growl when he was in the Bat suit. The Joker clambered out of the windows, into Batman’s strong, waiting arms. Bruce resisted the temptation to cuddle him closer, instead choosing to begin to clamber down, his objective to get the Joker back as soon as possible. Soon they were both in the Tumbler, racing back to the cave. Joker had been suspiciously quiet, his face drawn and tight whenever Bruce snuck glances at him. They soon arrived, the entire journey having been spent in silence. Bruce wanted nothing more than to take the tired looking man into his arms, and hold him close while he slept. Unlikely, however.

“Look, Bats, thanks and all, but I’m tired, and I’ll be up really early with the sickness”.

Bruce smiled, and took him to the rather bare bedroom he had in the cave in case he was too injured or tired to go back to the penthouse. Joker looked surprised that he wasn’t going to be put in a cell. “The bathroom is just through there, and I know it’s a lot to ask, but seeing as there is only one bed, I don’t suppose we could share? It’ll just be until tomorrow” Bruce didn’t risk saying ‘I promise’. A tired Joker was also an unpredictable Joker. Even so, Bruce was surprised when Joker nodded.

“We can share Bats.”

“Bruce”

“Huh?”

“My name, it’s Bruce” He smiled at the Joker, as though it were a weight off his chest, finally admitting his identity. Joker’s mouth fell open. Bruce suppressed a smirk.

“Right, bed then?” Bruce asked, breaking the awkward tension that had suddenly descended on them.

“Yeah… Bruce” Joker muttered, getting used to the feel of Batman’s real name on his sibilant tongue.

Both men proceeded to get ready for bed, the Joker was borrowing some of Bruce’s older clothes. With their respective nightly rituals completed, they both looked at each other, then the bed, then back at each other again. It was, too say the least, awkward. This time it was the Joker who moved first. He drew back the covers on one side of the large bed and slid in. Bruce tried not to make it obvious he was staring at the Joker’s ass.

Despite Bruce’s attempt at subtly, Joker knew he was being watched. However, he assumed it was out of suspicion not attraction and lust. Bruce moved forward after the Joker was safely wrapped up in the heavy duvet and throws. He climbed in his own side. “You O.K?” he asked.

“I’m fine” muttered the Joker. Bruce smiled at him. Joker felt as thought they were two magnets, forever drawn to one another. He leant forward and kissed Bruce gently on the mouth. “Goodnight, Bruce” he smiled sleepily. He wasn’t expecting Bruce’s next move.

“Oh no you don’t. I would like a proper goodnight kiss”

“Take it then” Joker slyly said. He was feeling much more awake now. Bruce did, lips moving gently on his own, and after a moment, a warm slick tongue began to beg entrance to his own mouth. Joker happily granted the slick muscle entry. Their kiss was heated, yet unhurried. Bruce, especially, was determined to draw this out as long as possible. Who knew when the Joker would allow him to touch him again?

Joker broke the kiss to remove his own top, and Bruce’s. Joker’s mouth was practically watering at the sight of those washboard abs, defined pecs and strong, muscular arms. The fact the Joker knew just what Bruce was capable of was more of a turn-on than he would like to admit. Bruce gently began to push him down onto the mattress, lying atop him, but without putting his weight on the slight, lithe frame below him.

Joker began to rub his hard length against Bruce’s answering hardness, causing both men to groan and move faster seeking more of the sensation. “Pants off NOW” Bruce growled in Joker’s ear, voice a mere suggestion of the Batman’s. Joker’s breathing increased and he hurried to comply. Once he was naked, he hissed, “Now you.” He watched, painfully turned on, as more of Bruce’s tanned, muscular frame was revealed.

Bruce quite enjoyed feeling the Joker’s eyes devour every revealed inch of his body. He had, after all, done the exact same thing when the Joker had been removing his clothes. Once he was naked, he only saw a green blur as the Joker tackled him, kissing him furiously. Bruce wasn’t complaining. They rubbed against each other, both revelling in the feel of the other’s hard cock pressing and rubbing against their own. Joker growled into Bruce’s ear. “Fuck me, Brucie”. Bruce frowned and shook his head biting his lip. Joker couldn’t help but to take that lip into his own mouth, sucking hard on it. “I want to… but the baby…” Bruce whispered. Joker frowned. He hadn’t considered that sex could hurt the baby. Suddenly, Joker nodded, then grinned. “It’s not like this is such a hardship is it, Bruce?”. Joker deliberately lowered his normally nasal tones to a more honey- covered velvety tenor. Bruce shuddered above him and ground himself harder against him. Joker smirked, then gasped as he felt Bruce’s fingers begin to stroke the wrinkled skin surrounding his entrance. “Thought you said, oh god, no mm fucking Bruce?”

“I did. This isn’t fucking.” Bruce smirked at him. ‘Cheeky bugger‘, Joker thought.

Both men continued to rub and grind against each other, soon lost in a haze of pleasure. Joker gave a hoarse cry, his cock spurting creamy ribbons onto Bruce’s chest that soon smeared over the Joker’s milky pale skin. Bruce cried out, “Joker!”, as his release came rushing up as he felt the Joker cum against him.

Bruce sat up straight, looking around. He groaned with disappointment that it had only been a dream. A very realistic dream, but still, a dream. Bruce grimaced as he realised he was wet and sticky. He ignored the small part of him that keened in disappointment that the dream had not been real. It would be soon enough. Following that dream, obviously Bruce’s sub-conscious desires weren’t that sub-conscious. And he was determined to live his life with the Joker and their baby. ‘I quite like the sound of that, our baby’ Bruce mused to himself, as he threw back the covers, heading for a hot, refreshing shower.
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