ฝ"Jack?" Bruce called out.
"Yeah?" Jack's voice echoed.
"I need you to come with me, I have something to show you."
A moment passed.
"Right yo." Came the short reply as jack came out of the library.
They made their way into an elevator, which proceeded down into the caves underneath Wayne Manor.
When they arrived, jack knew exactly where he was.
"Ah, the legendary Batcave," he exclaimed, arms raised. "It's so much bigger than I expected." He teased
Bruce shook his head. Jack was sounding more like Joker every second. It was driving him crazy, or maybe he had gone crazy years ago.
Jack continued his taunting. "Playboy millionaire by day, Batman by night."
When the elevator came to a halt jack leapt out and waltzed around the cave, cooing at all the fancy equipment Bruce had Lucius create down in the warehouse. It was secretly funded against Wayne incorporations wishes but that just made it even more fun to do.
After Bruce had given a tour of the entire Batcave, Jack suddenly spun around with a massive grin spread across his face.
"Hello honey I'm home!" His arms were raised, ready to embrace Bruce.
However Bruce just stood there, a cold expression on his face. How could he be sure it was really Joker? He remembered the countless times he had spent, chasing that clown around Arkham city, to find it was just another decoy joker used the screw around with his head like it was some sort of sick joke. He still couldn't believe joker managed to convince clay face to pull of that stunt. It looked just like the clown prince of crime and even for a second he believed it. And He was supposed to be the worlds greatest detective..
Bruce took a step back.
"For all I know, you could be Clayface right now, or a really good impersonator, I don't know where Joker gets these people from and frankly I don't care at the moment." Bruce sighed and pressed his temples. "You don't even look like Joker." He gestured to the mans hair and attire. Just a normal looking guy.
Jack looked down at his feet in disappointment. But then that smile appeared on his face again and he started to chuckle to himself.
"Hmhmh even so my dear bats, my master plan was a success!"
Bruce was even more agitated at this point, and the laughing didn't help.
"What plan?" He growled in annoyance.
"Haha! Not so fast sweetheart, don't want to spoil the game. First you have to explain this.." He pulled out a small voice recorder which Bruce recognised as his own. How did he get hold of that?
The clown must have read his mind because he started laughing again. "Tut tut little bats, never let a clown go walk abouts." Jack wiggled it in Bruce's face, amusement in his eyes.
Ignoring the tape Bruce frowned.
"Don't call me that." He hissed.
"Why not cupcake? Touch a nerve?" Jack pouted
Bruce felt his rage build up until he could take it anymore.
"BECAUSE YOUR NOT JOKER!" Bruce screamed tears almost forming.
The room was filled with silence as the two men were locked in each others gaze, icy blue against acid green.
Jack didn't flinch nor twitch. He wasn't afraid or intimidated at all. He moved closer, never looking away, his eyes fixed on the dark knight the whole time.
Bruce could feel his face getting flustered as the gap between them closed. His pace quickened as he found himself in a trance with the clown, the feeling of his hot breath brushing against his face relaxed his tense frame.
As their lips were slowly pushed together Bruce let out a gasp and then he knew, that was all the proof he needed.