“You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”3/3 - Bruce Wayne x Reader
Summary : Thanks to a very jealous Harley Quinn, Batman is finally able to find his wife’s whereabouts. Kidnapped by the Joker since over a week, he’s afraid of what he’ll find when he finally reaches her…
Last part. I hope you enjoyed this little series, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it :). WARNING FOR A LOT OF VIOLENCE YOW !!
Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You tried to stay hopeful, it wasn’t in your nature to give up , but you couldn’t handle it anymore.
His disgusting touch, the torture, both physical and mental…You just couldn’t handle the Joker’s abuse anymore. But he wouldn’t let you die. He’d bring you to the verge of death, just to take you back again. You were stuck in a loop of pain and agony.
And Bruce was never going to come rescue you. You just knew it. It had been too long. What happened ? Was he also hurt during the attack ? Was he dead ? Oh god that would be the worst…he couldn’t be dead, he was the goddamn Batman. But…The goddamn Batman, the greatest detective in the World, always found a way, and fast, it had now been almost two weeks…
Was the Joker right ? Was he telling the truth ? Bruce forgot about you ? He couldn’t have…could he ? The clown kept telling you how Bruce kept going on with his life, not caring at all that his wife disappeared. He kept telling you that he, the Joker, would never do that to you…Yes he was a psycho, but when someone was his, he never let them go.
“Your Bruce” was letting you go. Not even trying. And you started to believe the clown, because…Two weeks. It was a long time. And Batman knew everything, you had no doubt that if he really wanted to find you, he would have used all of his ressources to do so. He would have already find you. Besides, he should have the help of your sons…Did they forget about you too ?
Your family certainly didn’t forget about you, in fact, they were closer than you thought.
A few days ago, Harley Quinn came to Robin to tell him she had informations about your whereabouts. She requested to speak only to the Batman, and after a small conversation, they followed her.
The thing was, they were starting to think she was messing with them, and their patience was reaching a critical limit. Especially Jason’s and Damian’s.
She first took them to the Narrows, the poorest and most dangerous place in Gotham, and to an old and beat down warehouse full of rats and filth. She went threw the back door of the building, and kept going, taking them threw most of Gotham’s worst places…That was the first night, as the sun rose, Harley just sat on the ground and refused to move until the end of the day.
No matter how many threats she’d receive, she knew she had them in her pockets, they needed her. They were desperate to find their wife, their mom. So they didn’t do anything, and waited.
While Harley was sleeping, Tim worked on his computer to try and pinpoint the places they’d been to, thinking there was maybe a pattern to the ex-shrink’s walk they took with her…but he didn’t find anything. Dick went back to the bat cave to take some food and more supplies. Damian roamed the nearby neighborhood, unable to stay there, not doing anything. Quickly, Jason followed. Bruce sat in front of Harley, and stayed there until she woke up. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t move, not even batting an eye, and when she stood up, he just started to follow her once more.
Again, Harley Quinn took them threw multiples places, and slowly but surely, they were getting out of Gotham. Damian was about to say something, but Bruce stopped him. For some reason, he felt like all of this meant something, and he was desperate to find you. For the first time in his life, he didn’t find even one little lead to where someone could be. There was just no trace of you, as if you never existed…His heart tightened at the thought. He had to find you.
And so he just followed Harley Quinn, hoping with all his heart she wasn’t trying to mess with them just for the sake of it…He was almost sure she wasn’t though. Because when she came to him, jealousy written all over her face, she just seemed sincere…He was almost sure she was leading them to the right way, but the small percentage of hesitation that remained scared him to death. Because if she wasn’t taking them to you, then they were wasting precious time.
The third night, he ordered Dick and Tim to go back to the cave to do research on their own. Of course, they protested. But Bruce knew they would do as he asked. Damian and Jason would never, and so he chose his eldest and wisest son, and his smartest one to go look for you…
When they left, Harley laughed, and Bruce had to grab Jason with all his strength to stop him from jumping on her. Which made the clown’s ex-girlfriend laughed a bit more.
-Why do you resist me darling ?
You were a fighter, and even if your family forgot about you, you weren’t going to give the Joker the satisfaction to do what he wanted. You were going to resist, no matter what. Of course, as the days went by, you lost more and more the will to resist him…But today, when he spoke about how he satisfying it was to kill Jason, it awoke something in you, and you spat in his face, blood mixing with your spit, spreading around his scarred and scary clown face.
He laughed. Of this laughed you hated so much. When he finally calmed down, he slapped you with all his might, and it almost knocked you down.
-Why do you resist me darling ?
You just smiled provocatively at him, and he lost his awful grin. He hated being provoked. But at the same time, he loved it. It was thrilling. Before you, he only had Harley, and that girl just couldn’t resist him at all. While you…you were so difficult. It was perfect.
You held your breath as his face approached yours, and stopped just an inch away. You knew what was going to happen, and automatically, you tried to get away, but you were bound tightly on the chair you were sitting on. There was no escape. There was never any escape.
He smiled, of this horrible smile you hated so much. And his lips connected to yours, forcing for the thousands time his tongue in your mouth.
You repressed yet another gag, and tried to bit his tongue like you did the first time…but he knew how to handle you now, and he took his tongue out before you could do anything. He pulled away, and his cold eyes filled with only hate stared at you.
-Do you know why I took you here ?
Yes. You knew. He told you the story a thousand time.
One day, he saw you on TV while in the Arkham Asylum, and he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You had an “amazing aura”, everyone around you just had to look at you, and the best of it all, is that you didn’t even know that. Stupid Brucie Wayney had his arm around your waist, and he knew in an instant that man was not worthy of you. That man couldn’t treat you like a woman like you should be treated.
-You mean, tortured and abused all day ? Is that how I should be treated ?
You managed to say, your voice weak and raspy. He looked at you, tilting his head on the side slightly, and gave you a smile that was almost sympathetic. Almost, because his eyes didn’t move at all, proving the smile to be fake, and because it was the Joker, sympathy was a foreign concept to him.
-Not exactly. What is happening now is to…train you. Once you understand we’re made for each other, it’ll be different. Promise.
-Your promises don’t mean anything, you freak.
Talking hurt your throat, as water was sparse and when he tortured you, holding your screams in was putting a strain on it. But you were determined to show him he’ll never be able to convince you of anything. Well, except maybe that your family forgot about you…but…did they really ? You hoped that…The Joker took you away from your thoughts :
-Oh but you should trust me a bit more little lady, I’m much more that you think I am.
-Much more psychotic, much crazier, much…
-Shut up ! Shut up !
You bit your lips. You had done it again. You made him mad. And now, you were going to regret it dearly…But to your astonishment, he immediately calmed down and turn his head to you. He cupped one of your cheek, and liked your lips. You winced at the feeling, disgusted with all your being by him.
-You don’t get it. Let me help you get it.
You were ready. Ready for yet another one of his torture session. But to your surprise, he untied you, and you fell in his arms. You didn’t want to be in his arms, but you were too weak to be able to move…He took you up bridal style, your head fell back, as you didn’t have the strength to hold it up, and your arms went limp on your sides.
Your heart started to beat faster with fear. He was taking you toward the bed. He was taking you toward to bed !!
He threw you on it, and you tried to crawl away from him, without much success. You were just too weak…Maybe a week ago you would have find the strength to fight back, but no, you had no chance. You couldn’t even lift your head to see what he was doing.
His hands on your body made you shiver in disgust and fear. He was taking the remnant of ruined clothes you still had off. You tried to kick him off, but your attempt resulted in a slight twitch of your legs.
You closed your eyes as his filthy fingers roamed your body, letting go of everything. Your heart slowed more and more and…
The noise of an explosion near by made your eyes shot open. You turned your head slightly, and saw that one of the concrete wall just bursted into bits. The Joker left you, getting quickly to his feet.
The last thing you saw before loosing consciousness, was him. Finally. Your Bruce. Your Bruce looking at you quickly, his eyes full of fear and relief. And your children, staring at you, in pain for you…
Harley Quinn didn’t mess around with them. Turned out, there was a pattern to her little walk around Gotham.
At each place they stopped, while the boys weren’t looking, she picked a key up. And on the fourth day, finally, she took them to a place way out of Gotham.
As Bruce looked at her opening a door that was in the ground, using one of the keys to do so, he thought that there was indeed no way he could’ve found you by himself. This place was far from the Joker’s usual turf. And even if he looked, he could have never found a lone door in the forrest, in a place that seemed to be chosen at random…He shivered as he thought about how well thought the Joker’s plan was. But it made him hopeful. If he went threw all of this trouble, then it meant there was a chance you were still alive…
They went threw corridors and corridors, Harley sometimes opening a door with one of the keys to go threw it, and walk threw other corridors. It was a true labyrinth. There was no way they’d ever find their way…This place was a gigantic underground building.
Bruce wondered what it used to be, and how the Joker found it. But he quickly dismissed those thoughts, only focus on getting you back. He looked at his boys, and the look of determination on their face made his heart swelled. They were going to get you back, no matter what.
Finally, they came to a humongous room, and in the middle of this room, was a concrete box with no doors. Looking around, Bruce noticed multiple torture object that made his heartbeat faster.
Harley Quinn stopped in front of a control panel next to the concrete box.
-She’s inside there. There’s a code to open a wall. I don’t know it though, he wouldn’t trust me with it…
She bent her head down, sadness on her face, and Bruce turned away from her. He didn’t have time to cheer her up. He nodded to Jason, and the boy immediately understood. He took a bomb out of his belt, and put it on the wall. They all got away from it, and waited.
The wall bursted into bits, and they jumped in. Harley stayed behind.
The first thing Bruce saw, was your beaten body, naked, on a bed that looked exactly like the one you and him had back home. He only looked at you for a fraction of second, turning the anger and fear he felt inside him toward one person…The clown.
Damian and Jason were unable to move to go fight the Joker, and stared at you. Tears were welling up in your youngest’s eyes. No matter what he’d like to think, you knew he was a sensitive boy, and seing you there, on the verge of death, clearly abused more than any human could handle, he just couldn’t help his tears…
Jason finally moved to you, and wrapped you in the sheets, covering your body that he just couldn’t stand looking at.
All the while, Bruce was loosing it. It reminded him of the time the Joker killed his son, killed his Jason…He wanted to go out and kill him, he wanted to destroy the clown, but you convinced him otherwise. Because it would ruin everything he stood for, and because it would never bring Jay back. This time, as he punched the Joker again and again, stopping any laugh from coming out, it was Jason’s turn to save him from doing something he’d forever regret.
As Damian was sitting next to you, holding your hand tightly against his heart and brushing a shaking hand on your hair, Jason calmly walked to Bruce, and with all of the strength in his body, tried to restrain him. He spoke soothing words in his father’s ears, he didn’t let go of him until the bat calmed down, and slumped weakly in his son’s arms.
This time, Jason was there for him, filling in for you as best he could. He succeeded, even though his entire being was screaming at him to kill the Joker, he didn’t do it, and stopped his dad from doing it. He couldn’t let him do it, not after all the things you all went threw.
Bruce finally regain his senses and, tears in his eyes, ran to you. You were unconscious, but your heart was still beating, thank God ! Jason helped him lifting you in his arms as delicately as possible, while Damian refused to let go of your hand.
When they turned around, The Joker and Harley Quinn were gone. But they didn’t care, they had to get you to safety, they had to get you to a hospital.
They made a quick call to the bat cave to tell Dick, Tim and Alfred they found you, and all reunited in the hospital, out of costume.
You woke up after two days in a coma that scared the shit out of your boys. When you opened your eyes, Damian’s head was on your belly, and he had tangle one of your hands in his hair, just like you did to soothe him back to sleep. Dick and Jason were both holding your other hand, while Tim’s head was resting on one of your thigh. Bruce’s face was in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tickling you, as he was sitting next to you.
They were all asleep, but when they felt you move, they stired up instantly.
Relief and love were on all their faces. You took away your hand from his hair and brushed your thumb on Damian’s cheek, proceeding then to ruffle Tim’s hair. You squeezed Dick and Jason’s hands, and gave a look at Bruce that meant : “Yes, you can kiss me”.
His lips were soft against your chapped ones. His lips on yours were the best things you felt, ever, as the memory of the Joker’s disgusting lips faded away.
You stayed a long time in the hospital, and they took turn in looking after you, staying with you. They made sure you knew how much they loved you, and how your death would have destroyed them. You made sure to show them that you weren’t going anywhere, and that you felt better every day.
You were heavily scarred, but alive. More alive than ever actually.
Forever, the scars that the Joker left reminded you those weeks of agony. But your Bruce made sure to also remind you that he’d never let you go again, that he would always be there to protect you, as he covered those damned scars with his infamous love bites.
The scars reminded you that you could be strong, that you could fight, that if your will was made of iron. It made Bruce realize that you were stronger than he thought, and that you really were a special one. His special one.
The scars reminded you how much you loved your family, and how much they loved you. Bruce almost killed the Joker for you. Jason didn’t kill him for you. Damian and Tim were wrecked at the simple thought of loosing you, and Dick…Well, Dick was the most optimistic of them all, so the way he did not smile once during the time you were in the hospital, his face filled with worries, was enough for you to know how much he cared about you.
In the end, these scars became some sort of a blessing, making your family stronger than before.
Somewhere around the Gotham’s area, a few days later :
The Joker and Harley were in hiding, in an abandoned building. She was in a pretty bad shape, after the Joker unleashed his wrath on her, even though she saved him, patched him up…
Because of her, you slipped threw his fingers. His plan was perfect, but she had to come in and ruin everything, as always.
He was sitting in an old and rotten armchair, as she was rubbing herself on his legs, like a dog. She was so pathetic. It calmed him down a bit to see her like that, at least she was at his mercy. She would accept anything. Not like you…
But in his head, you were the only one. He had to take you back.
He looked down on her, eyes full of disdain, and, raising an eye brow, he said :
-Shut up. I’ll properly deal with you later. Right now, I have to think…
-You’re not thinking about her again are you ? She doesn’t love you like I do ! I would have let you do all of those things to me, without resisting like she did !
-I know you would, that’s why you’re so boring. No, I don’t need you. She…She’s the one. I won’t rest until she’s mine again…
Harley refrained herself from telling him that you were never his anyway, and continue to rub herself on him. She was going to get him back. Somehow. But she knew it was going to take a long time, as his thoughts were only for you…Maybe…Maybe the only solution was to get rid of you ?
As the Joker kicked her and stood up, going to stare out of the window, Harley Quinn smiled to herself. Yes. That was it. That was the perfect plan.
She was going to get rid of you someday.
The end ?
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