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Title: Delight in Disorder Chapter 7/?

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.
A/N: This is short, sorry. But this just didn’t want to come out! Also RL majorly piss-poor at the moment.

Big thanks to my wonderful beta, Amanda Saitou

Bruce had all but completed his plans to break the Joker out of Arkham. Even as he had planned it out, he had been well aware of the irony of his situation. He was the one to put the Joker in that hellhole, now he was the one begging any deity that would listen that his plan to break him out went smoothly. He just hoped he could be forgiven, although he suspected the Joker wasn’t likely to be in a forgiving mood. Bruce felt he would be lucky to escape his wrath with everything still attached.

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Joker sat, huddled in the corner of his padded room, swaddled tightly in his straitjacket. He felt cornered, like the walls would close in on him at any second and he wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing because of this bloody dammed straitjacket; he growled, the movement of his face causing his lips to be pulled back revealing yellowed teeth. It only increased the aura of raw sensuality and primal charisma that surrounded the lithe man.

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Bruce pulled on his cowl, the last part of his armour before resuming an unconscious mirroring of the Joker’s snarl. He was getting that clown, come hell or high water. From an objective point of view, Bruce almost felt sorry for the poor fucker who was stupid enough to try and stop him. Almost.

At last, however, his plan was ready, and as far he could see, not likely to go wrong. Bruce knew he needed to beg forgiveness and breaking the Joker out of Arkham would help his cause a little. Properly wasn’t enough to stop the Joker pulling his knife or something on him though. ‘Is it so wrong I hope he will try to pull something?’ Bruce wondered to himself. ‘No! Must not fantasise about the Joker before a mission! Must take self into hand. And stop picking up on own double-innuendos! Perhaps should also stop talking to self? No, the only way to get some sensible, agreeable conversation’. That settled, Bruce climbed into the Tumbler to go and get his clown.

Bruce shifted slightly, clinging to the wall. He was thankful he had not had to explain to Lucius why he needed something that would allow him to stick to the wall. Even so, Bruce could have sworn Lucius looked amused when he handed over the latest gadget. He watched the Joker as he twitched in his sleep, eyelids fluttering wildly. It seemed to Bruce that even in sleep he was chaos embodied, never still, always moving. He gave a slight smile. Despite the constant movement Bruce could only think of one occasion where he had seen the Joker look more peaceful and he would prefer not to dwell on that. He hated the stab of guilt and the stench of betrayal that always accompanied remembering that night. How could the Joker forgive him if he couldn’t forgive himself?

Shaking himself out of the sudden onslaught of depressing thoughts, Bruce, as quietly as possible, set about removing the bars from the window of the Joker’s cell. It was a small window, just big enough for the lithe man to squeeze through. This was the most volatile part of the plan, as Bruce wouldn’t fit through the window and therefore couldn’t force the Joker to come with him.

“Joker” Bruce hissed, keeping his voice in its Batman tone. “Joker” he said again, slightly louder. This time the Joker’s poison green eyes flew open, every muscle in his body tensed for action. His eyes quickly narrowed when he saw exactly who had woken him up and was currently clinging to the wall of his cell. Bruce motioned for the Joker to stay quiet, and to his immense surprise the clown did as he was told. He quickly removed the bars and beckoned to the Joker. Thankfully, the clown was just as smart as his crimes suggested and he moved soundlessly to the window.

“Bats. You better have a plan.” Joker growled quietly. Bruce tried not to think about how sexy the Joker sounded. The clown was closer now and he could see the large, black bags under his eyes, even through the now patchy make-up. Joker looked thinner too, dangerously thin for someone in his condition.

“I do, don’t worry. But first we are going to get you out of here, will you come with me please?” Bruce asked.

It was the please that got him. He was all for Bats rescuing him than knocking the big guy out and making his escape. When Bats said please and looked at him with those heartbreaking hazel eyes, he decided he’d go with Bats. Not like he couldn’t escape later if necessary.

Bruce held his breath as the Joker began to awkwardly clamber out of the small window. The only way to get them both down was for Bruce to use his new gadget and have the Joker cling on to him. Bruce was trying to pretend he didn’t enjoy having the Joker coiled around him like a particularly cuddly anaconda. He was also definitely not thinking that he wished they were both naked and in a more private and comfortable location. Thoughts like that could wait until after the rescue mission and, preferably, when Bruce was alone.

Joker gritted his teeth and wrapped himself around the Bat’s muscular armoured form. He was getting out of Arkham. Then he was getting anything he could out of bloody fucking Batman and taking his baby and leaving. God help the fucker who got in his way.
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