I Work for the Joker and I'm Dating Bruce Wayne

It was a warm night and I decided to walk home. Joker had called a surprise meeting and it had just now ended. Instead of taking the long way home, I cut through several alley ways. When I was half way through one, someone grabbed my wrist. It was one of Gamble’s men.

“Aww looks like this little girl is all alone without her clown” I spat in his face. Bad move. He slapped me hard across the face and drew blood. “Now, where is Mr. Joker?” I kept quiet. “Come on now. I’m not gonna hurt you” he moved his hand up my body.

“Unless you want me to” he smirked. I brought my knee up and racked him. He grunted, but didn’t fall to the ground like I was hoping he would. He grabbed me and pinned me against the cold stone wall with his body. “You’re gonna pay for that” he said through clenched teeth. He reached for my pants and I screamed.
　
Bruce’s POV
I was perched on top of one of Gotham’s tallest buildings. I was getting ready to call it a night, when I heard a scream. I jumped from the building, and spread my wings, catching air, and started searching for the source of the scream. I heard another. It came from an alley way.

I swooped down and hid out for a minute to observe the scene. A man had a tiny girl pinned to the wall with her pants down. Something about the girls body reminded me of Anna. The man switched his position and I caught sight of the girl. It was Anna! This asshole was trying to rape my girlfriend!
　
Anna’s POV
He was starting to take off his clothes, when a tall dark figure knocked him to the ground. My rescuer began to punch Gamble’s man in the face. When his face was black, blue, and bloody, my rescuer stood up, his back to me. My rescuer kicked Gamble’s man in the stomach. He moaned in pain and held his stomach.

The sweet gentlemen turned around to face me. When I saw who it was I gasped. The Batman had saved me! He had kicked the shit out of Gamble’s man and here he was, standing in front of me! I stood there for several minutes, staring wide eyed at Batman.

He cleared his throat and I snapped out of my daze. “Are you alright?” he asked me in that deep voice. “I think so” I said barely above a whisper. “Come with me” he grabbed my hand and led me out of the alley way and around the corner. It was more lit up.

“That’s better” Batman said looking into my eyes. I could only nod, still feeling star struck. Batman picked up my arm. “You’re hurt” he said staring at the little cut on my wrist. “Huh? Oh. I guess I am.” “Come on. I’ll fix you up.” “Oh no I’m fine really. It’s just a scratch.” “Will you please just come with me?” his black eyes bore into mine.

“I…okay” he came around and put his hands on both sides of my waist. Hang on” he whispered in my ear. Then we took off into the air! I could have screamed, but didn’t. Something about having Batman’s arms around me made me feel secure.

Before I knew it, we were descending onto the ground where in front of us was a car. “The Bat Mobile” I whispered to myself finally recognizing it. “You say something?” Batman asked as he opened the door for me. “Uh no” I smiled and slid into the seat. There was so many bells and whistles in the Bat Mobile that I was scared to even put my seatbelt on.

Seconds later, Batman climbed into the seat next to me. He reached into the backseat and got something that looked like a First Aid Kit. “Hold out your arm” he instructed me going through the kit. I did as I was told. He grabbed me around my elbow and pulled my arm closer to him.

“Hmmm” he said to himself. He reached up above him and turned on a light. “Better” he said then went to looking at my wrist. He pulled out some gaze, peroxide, cotton balls, and a band aid. He stopped the blood with the gaze, then poured some of the peroxide onto a cotton ball and pressed it to the cut.

It stung pretty bad and I winced. He cleaned up the excise peroxide with the other cotton balls. He pulled my wrist closer to his face and blew on the cut. It tickled and I giggled. He opened the band aid and gently placed it on the cut.

“Thank you. But it really wasn’t that big of a deal.” “But you got it when you were around Gamble’s man. You could get aids or something!” I laughed and he laughed with me. For a moment, all I could do was stare at him. “Well…um…I never really got your name.” “My name?” “Yeah. You know the thing your parents called you after you were born” I laughed some more. “Right. My name is Annabell Rivers” he held out his covered hand. “It’s nice to meet you Annabell. My name is Batman” we shook hands.

“It’s very nice to meet you too Batman” I smiled and this time, he stared at me. His stare was so fierce I couldn’t help but blush. “You’ve got a cute smile, Annabell” I smiled again. “Why Mr. Batman, I do believe you’re flirting with me” he laughed a husky and deep laugh. “What if I was?” “Then I’d have to tell my boyfriend.” “Oh. I see. And who is this boyfriend of yours?” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Bruce Wayne” he coughed. “Boy, you sure are lucky. Bruce Wayne?! Wow! I heard he’s pretty amazing in the sack” I giggled. “I wouldn’t know. We haven’t done it yet.” “Do you want to?” “Why does it matter to you?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest. He opened his mouth, paused for a second, then went on. “Because I want to do it with you.” “What?!” I asked outraged.

“Who do you think you are?!” he went to answer, but I stopped him. “No don’t answer that question. Do you think just because you’re Batman that any girl will let you into her pants?!” “No. But I do think you’ll eventually let me in your pants” I laughed. “And why is that?” “Because I’m your boyfriend.” “Excuse me?! My boyfriend is the amazing Bruce Wayne. Is your name Bruce Wayne?! No. didn’t think so. Your name is Batman! Not Bruce Wayne.” “Actually…” his hands went to his mask. He removed it and I was surprised to find out Batman had brown hair slicked down and warm brown eyes. Batman was Bruce Wayne.

My Bruce Wayne! Wait. Batman can’t be Bruce Wayne. Bruce has to be Batman! And that means, I’m dating Batman and working for his enemy! “What the fuck!?” I yelled before passing out on the seat.