After Bruce had his shower and cleaned himself up, he thought it would be a good idea to have a little stroll around Gotham. It was his day off at Wayne coproration and seeing as there was no major crime going on, that the police couldn't handle, it would be good to get away from his second life as the Batman. Just some time alone, to be himself.
It was a perfect day, the sun was shining, there was a cool breeze and the chatter of various groups of people gave Bruce a sense of calmness.
Oh how he wished he could spend it with Joker...
He made his way through the city centre, around the park and down an alley way. He didn't want to draw attention to himself, he was a billionaire after all and if the public saw him walking around Gotham, he would be swamped by crazy fan girls and paparazzi. No he just wanted to be left alone.
While Bruce was deep in thought about what his life would've been like with that crazed clown, there was a sudden noise behind him, followed by a crash and what sounded like a man cursing.
Bruce quickly turned around, his combat skills kicking in, but to his surprise, what lay before him, was a man that strangely looked like Joker. He must be hallucinating. He saw Joker die in his very arms. There was no way he was still alive.
The man was dressed in a tight fitting black suit and a smart black hat, which made him look like he was from the Mafia.
Bruce helped the man up and watched him in bewilderment, as he stood up and brushed himself down.
"Thanks." He said gruffly, with a grin.
Man, he even had that same smile, that cheeky look that drove him wild.
"Your Bruce Wayne the billionaire playboy, aren't you?" He said playfully as he took his hat off. He wanted to get a good look at his 'saviour'.
Bruce saw that the man had fluffy brown hair, not at all like Joker's wild green locks.
He sighed with relief, he wasn't going mad after all.
"Yeah I am," he said in a big headed manner, puffing out his chest.
"And who might you be?"
The Mafia man hesitated before replying.
"Jack Napier, at your service."
He offered a hand to the billionaire , who shook it. Bruce noticed that Jack was wearing gloves, which was unusual in this warm and pleasant weather.
"I should get going."
Jack hastily put his hat on and started to walk off. With out thinking, Bruce called out after him. He wasn't going to let him slip away that easily. He wanted to know more about this strange man. He looked so familiar and there was something that didn't add up. Bruce wanted to know why.
"Wait, at least let me take you home." He kindly smiled. "I don't want you tripping up again." He added with a hint on sarcasm.
Jack simply nodded and they walked off out of the alley way and onto the street.
"Oh and can I borrow your hat?" Bruce asked.
"Sure, why?" Jack asked confused at the question.
"I don't want anyone to see me." He whispered in a playful tone.
Jack smiled and handed him the hat.
"Just don't loose it playboy. It's worth a lot of money."
"I can get you several hats." He shrugged. "In any colour." He added with a grin.
They both laughed and made their way to Bruce's car, which he had previously summoned from Alfred. Just in case he got bored of walking.
They both jumped into the expensive Lamborghini and drove off into the setting sun.