Hi! So this is my first fanfic, a one shot of the Joker and Batman. It is slash, needless to say, so don't like, don't read! And of course, none of this belongs to me! I just saw the potential of a relationship between them when I was watching Dark Knight for the millionth time and this popped into my head while listening to this song. I mean, it's like Joker's asking his Bats on a date when he says to sit back or they'll miss the fireworks. Just saying Alright, here goes nothing, enjoy the slightly smuttiness of this all!
Love is a Scary Thing
Ride
You are everything I wanted
The scars of all I'll ever know
If I told you you were right
Would you take my hand tonight?
If I told you the reasons why
Would you leave your life and ride?
And ride…
You saw all my pieces broken
This darkness that I could never show
If I told you you were right
Would you take my hand tonight?
If I told you the reasons why
Would you leave your life and ride?
And ride…
-Cary Brothers
This is wrong. I know it. I know it can't go on. But the thing is, I can't stop. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking of being with you. Of how you feel against me, inside of me, of how you feel when I'm inside of you and the sounds of your growling and moaning, so human. So human I can imagine us as just two men, making love in the dark. I can imagine a world where I didn't have to be Batman and you didn't have to be Joker and we could be together.
But that's not how it is. That's never going to be how it is. Because I know I will always be the masked vigilante, will always feel the need to save innocent people from the criminals that infest in this city like bugs, nesting, breeding, swarming. It's in my blood, just like you are.
And I know that you will always be the deranged criminal, the psychopathic, crazed killer that I can't help but want, that I can't help but need. I want to breath you in, be with you always, meld so that we are one. But I can't. And we can't. So we stay the same, this messed up little relationship, fucking in the dark where you can't see it if my mask happens to slip and I can't see it if all your greasepaint rubs off. But I can feel. I can feel so much that it pains me to the point of breaking under your hands. Sometimes, when I'm over you, when I'm the one making you come, my hands subconsciously come up to hover near your throat.
I think about. I really do. Killing you. Holding on tight to your neck, until all your oxygen is cut off, until that manic giggle that somehow makes me burn with anger and lust can't leave your painted red mouth anymore.
But when my hands are close, close enough that they're touching your neck, bare skin on bare skin, I find myself instead caressing you. Leaning down to kiss that surprisingly tanned piece of flesh like a lover.
The feeling I have when you're taking me in your mouth, it scares me. It scares me because I know that I can't possibly love you. I can't want this, this sneaking around and fighting until one or the other gives in and is turned against the wall, is pounded into, is made to scream out into the night.
It scares me because I know that now, now I won't be able to even think about breaking that one rule. I can't fathom life without you. I need you like I need air to breathe. A need so fierce and deep and painful that it has turned into feeling, dark and stifling and real.
Love is a scary thing. I know you feel it too, even if you won't say it. I know that someday, we'll have to talk about it instead of just fucking the other senseless. We'll have to sit down and have a conversation.
But for right now, this moment, holding you in my arms as I take you hard and deep, as you yell and laugh, this moment is enough. It's enough to know that love has infested itself into our hearts like the criminals into Gotham, and that, like the criminals, it's here to stay.