Seeing that Bruce had gotten in the way, the Joker stopped, although he was now a lot closer to the other man now. Blushing, the brunette tried to stay calm, but the feelings within him made him want to lean into the body in front of his own.

As for the Joker, he knew an opportune moment when he saw one and wrapped his arms around him, making the situation non-the easier on Bruce and probably would have murdered the man behind the one in his arms as well, if the look he gave over the business man's shoulder could kill.

"Wha-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!!!" The billionaire spluttered in what he hoped was an indignant tone and started to struggle. He stopped this however when that only made the other man giggle at the friction created between them.

Making a noise of frustration, he then decided to just push the other off him and got better results for it, the clown falling to a heap on the floor. Folding his arms, he turned to the still traumatized man behind him and apologized to him.

"What're are you saying sorry for, Brucie?! What's he got that I ain't got?!" Turning back to the pale man that was no longer on the ground, he then realized exactly how foolish the whole situation was.

"Wait! Why are we bickering? And why are you calling me Brucie?!" He exclaimed, looking at the clown suspiciously. Smirking, the Joker turned away from the younger man, folding his arms in a clearly know-it-all way.

"I could call you by your other name."

This made the scowl on the billionaire's face disappear. 'No, he couldn't…' "So then, Brucie. How about I get ya a drink and I don't say nothin'. ORRRR…. I could tell everybody here who ya really are!"

'Oh shit… he knows!'

Shoulders slumping, Bruce looked at the clown with a defeated look and sighed, "Fine…." The pale man squealed and looked about to spazz out, rushed over to him, grabbed an arm, and pulled him back towards the bar.

"So whatcha want Brucie?! Ya can have whatever ya like, it's all free after all!" The bar keep, who was trying to stay as far away as possible from the clown, pointed out a finger in what looked like protest, but stopped immediately after receiving a death glare for it.

Bruce looked up at the menu and actually considered his options, somewhat forgetting that everybody else in the club was not exactly having the greatest of times just now. "Um, I think I would like a 'Hard Dick'…"

"I'm sure you would…" The pale man whispered huskily into the brunette's ear, making the said brunette blush and clear his throat nervously.

The barkeep then tried to make the drink without shitting himself and managed to make the drink (though whether he was able to do the other was unknown) and place it on the bar.

Feeling his face heat up when he brought the glass to his lips from the look he was receiving from the man sitting next to him, Bruce managed to actually take a sip of it before letting out a yelp of surprise when the Joker grabbed his ass.

This, of course, made the clown laugh and almost fall off his chair. The younger man glared at him, feeling quite embarrassed, but then he actually started to join in after a minute of just watching the other man in hysterics.

"Ha ha…Oh, god…I can't even remember-Ha ha…. The last time…I laughed so hard."

"That's why…I want to make you laugh…Ha ha…all the time…"

Bruce's laughing slowly and finally stopped, looking at the clown quizzically. The Joker's laughter resided to just a few giggles here and there as he looked back, standing and held out a hand to the other.

Still looking confused, the billionaire took the offered hand and stood up, their eyes never leaving each other. Breaking their gaze, the Joker turned his head away from the other and scratched the back of his head nervously.

"So, um, ya want to….try out dancing?"