P o s s e s s i v e m u c h ? Batmanxjoker

38- HOUSEWIFE

Bruce awoke lazily, stirring from his sleep finally in the late afternoon. The sunlight was hitting directly into his room, illuminating the room, and creating shadows. He blinked staring out the window: to him it was surprisingly light for so early in the morning. Well it was early in the morning, until Bruce looked at his alarm clock.

"Oh, that makes more sense." The clock read 12 PM. So, I slept in today huh. Guess I won't be going to work today. It was a good enough excuse to get out of his boring workplace. Bruce stretched, removing the knots from his body, he felt astoundingly good.

Bruce walked down the stairs, as he descended the chatter of voices became louder, through the halls the voices of two people talking could be heard from the kitchen. Bruce swung the door open; he was surprised to see Alfred and Jack in the kitchen together, standing by the stove and idly chatting away as a sweet smell wafted through the room.

A smile widened across Bruce's face; he was still adjusting to seeing the teenager around the house. Jack had only been living in the house officially for two weeks, but each time Bruce saw him he couldn't help but jump for joy.

"So, he played for Manchester united?" The teenager inquired. "Was he any good?" The two hadn't noticed Bruce entering the room.

The butler eye's widened as if the question were ludicrous. "Was he any good?" Alfred restated.

"He was the best British football player in the history of players!" He exclaimed. For the past thirty minutes he had been trying to explain the basics of British football to his totally unathletic friend, and in true honestly, he was failing.

Joker laughed before nodding. "Alright, I believe you." He just have to take Alfred's word for he didn't understand anything about football.

"What is going on here?" Bruce asked, announcing his presence. The two whizzed their heads around instantly, staring back at Bruce. The Joker gave him a soft smile whilst Alfred looked at Bruce and sighed.

"You're finally up Bruce." The butler tsk'ed, referencing to how Bruce had completely slept in. Bruce laughed awkwardly and shrugged in response.

"I was just teaching Alfred how to cook French toast." Joker explained. He gestured to the food buzzing on the pan.

Bruce cocked his eyebrow "You can cook?" He was rather shocked by this discovery.

Joker folded his arms. "Why is that surprising?"

"I don't know, I just didn't expect you to know how to cook." Bruce admitted. When it came to the Joker doing normal or trivial matters he was always surprised. For so long he had perceived the clown as an immovable object who was a hyper deadly force, that when he saw him do something as normal as cooking French toast he was astounded.

Alfred patted the Joker on the back proudly. "Unlike you Bruce, Jack knows basic skills." He rebutted.

"What?" Bruce replied with confusion. Alfred and the Joker merely laughed together.

Bruce rolled his eyes. Great, these two have gotten closer. Bruce was finding himself being the butt of his butler and the Joker's jokes. The pair was always together, their friendship had grown.

"Excuse me I need to get the mail." Alfred suddenly said before leaving the two alone. Bruce looked behind him, making sure Alfred was gone. Positive that the two were along he walked up to the teenager, standing next to him.

"Basic skills huh?" Bruce said leaning up against the counter whilst smiling at him.

"My mom taught me how to cook, when I was young." Joker said warmly.

"Smart woman." Bruce replied.

"Lemme guess you had servants work for you?" Joker turned to Bruce with a snarky smile. He wouldn't expect anything less from a billionaire playboy, in fact he didn't exactly get the vibe that Bruce knew the basic domestics.

"They're not servants, they're butlers and I only have one." Bruce corrected. It's not like I need a hoard of maids. I can work by myself.

Joker snorted loudly "Wow, one butler that must have been so hard for baby Brucie." He remarked, he'd basically proven that he was the spoiled rich boy that the Joker thought he was.

"Look I know how to do things." Bruce assured. I'm Batman I can do anything.

"How many times have you ever cooked your own dinners?" Joker folded his arms, smirking as he waited for a reply.

Bruce scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he tried to recall those certain times. How many times have I cooked dinner? I must have done it once.

"Yes, I have.... once." Bruce muttered.

Joker's smile only increased. "Oh, wow aren't you useful one." He's definitely a spoiled rich boy.

Bruce couldn't help but smile as well, maybe just maybe he could admit that he couldn't cook but he wasn't completely useless.

Bruce bit his lip. "Look, I didn't have time to learn domestics, and besides your here." He said. He moved closer to the Joker, standing behind him. His hands lingered at his waist. As he watched the Joker flip the toast.

The Joker felt a shiver travel up his spine. "What's that's supposed to mean?" He questioned, trying to act calm. He felt nervous. Bruce leaned in close, nuzzling at his neck. His hot breath brushed against the Joker's necks, softly grazing the crevices and soft skin.

"Well you can cook for me." He said slowly into the teenager's ear. My own professional chef. He thought wholesomely.

The Joker didn't turn around, but chuckled. "Oh, so i'm your little housewife now?" He remarked.

"Maybe." Bruce replied. He did believe that the Joker was quite a good cook, and he was rather tired of eating Alfred's cooking.

"A little sexist aren't we Bruce?" Joker tsk'ed. A bit 1950's for me.

Bruce laughed again. "I'm kidding."

"Good. Because I don't really know how I feel about dressing in tight stockings and a slutty maid outfit just to make you a sandwich." Joker said.

Joker sighed playfully, pretending to be relieved. Me as Bruce Wayne's little maid? How scandalous.

Bruce smiled. "I know how I feel about that." He purred. He snaked his hands around the Joker's waist, holding him tightly whilst he rested his chin on the Joker's shoulder. The image was forming in his head, frankly he liked the idea of seeing the Joker in a skimpy outfit.

Joker rolled his eyes, suppressing the urge to laugh. Bruce Wayne was truly a perv.

"You're gross." He grinned whilst in Bruce's hold.

"And you like me." He shot back. Bruce leaned in and gave the Joker a quick and chaste kiss on the cheek. Joker felt the heat in his cheeks rise, he looked to the floor whilst blushing madly.

"And that's the problem." Joker giggled.