Okay, this'll be my first JokerXCrane fic ever. I hope it's enjoyable to those of you who enjoy this pairing as much as I do. Chapter two will be up soon enough. Don't think I own Batman Begins/The Dark Knight. If I did, they'd all be gay and Harvey Dent wouldn't have -Spoiler.-. "Not gonna tell ya."

"Hey there, Johnny boy..."

The hot sting of throbbing pain beating at the back of his head began to pulsate once more, bringing Dr. Crane back to consciousness. His lips parted, his tongue darted out briefly and there he found trace amounts of blood. A groan escaped him. He was done in good by whoever whacked him over the head. Jonathan tried to struggle, failing of course as he found his wrists bound to the wall on either side of him above his head. His feet were free and flat against the floor but where would that get him?

Then a noise startled him and he quieted everything from his struggling to his very thoughts as he tried to peer through the dark room. Only trace amounts of moonlight reached through a window close to him, lighting up a small strip of air space in front of him. It was silent, but he was panting now though he was yet to be frightened.

"Hello there, Johnny boy..." came a voice so sinister, oozing with a misplaced suaveness that sent shivers down the "good" doctor's spine.

Could it be him..?

"Who's there?" he asked, eyes darting about. Those unreal blue orbs would then widen to the frightening glimpse of the Joker's face dancing past that ray of moonlight.

His breath caught in his throat as the man came near enough to kiss, his breath hot against his face as he stalked like a creature about to devour him.

"How've ya been, doctor? I noticed you running around...minding your own business and I said to myself, "Hmn... I sure am bored. I wonder if the little Scarecrow would like to keep me company?"... So here we are." calmly he spoke to poor Crane, licking his painted lips a few times for emphasis.

The smaller man's head was still dizzy from being hit so hard. It was of course apparent now that The joker had done this and dragged him off here.

"So you hit me..? You...hit me...instead of ASKING if I would join..?" he mumbled weakly, teeth gritting in response to both his growing anger and pain. Though angry he was, it was hard to be intimidated by the small man. Such pretty eyes, a soft face, plump, pouting lips and an oh-so-graceful frame.

This is, although not the only thing, what drew Jack to Dr. Crane. Like a cat watching a mouse he became so quickly amused by his victim.

"Yes, Johnny. I did hit you. Do you know what else I'm going to do to you..? Why don't we play a little game..." the crazed clown prince went on mumbling to himself as he pulled his favorite knife from the pocket of his trench coat. A grin curved his damaged lips in a twisted way as he twirled the knife in front of Jonathan, enjoying the growing timid look in his baby blues. He stepped back from him and took the cord of the blinds in hand, pulling it down to raise them up. The heavy moonlight then filled the room and Jonathan's eyes lit up.

"This is My apartment!" he exclaimed, looking around precisely to ensure nothing had been damaged. "If you touched anything with your grimy hands... What'd you bring me here for?" he asked, turning his eyes back to the other man, who had made his way back over to him.

Without answering him The Joker began to undress Jonathan slowly, teasingly, easing open every button with the greatest of care. His opened knife was perched in his left hand, threatening to accidentally jab the smaller male's flesh.

"I believe I asked you a question, Jack Napier!" he spat, kicking at him as he was undressed against his will. He let out a sharp gasp as his legs were then disabled from their kicking, due to the fact that Joker pressed hard against him with his own body and pressed his knife to his throat.

"I'll tell you once, Johnny boy... Don't ever...call me by my name...again... Got it?" was the threat that Crane received, along with a slight jab from that extremely sharp blade that pricked his throat a little. As it bled slightly, The Joker smiled.

Jonathan winced, biting his pink lower lip to keep back any noise that might escape.

"Why shouldn't I, Joker? Was your wife the only one allowed to--" he began to say, but his words were cut short by a hard punch to the stomach, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Don't talk about my wife, Johnny boy... You'll be wise to hold your tongue, or I may cut it off. Now hold still..."

Jonathan panted heavily to the dulling pain his body felt, unable to really move as he was robbed of his clothing. He watched the other with clouded, narrowed eyes. He wore a slight smirk. Clearly he had struck a nerve and he enjoyed knowing it, though he would pay for showing it.

"Come now, little doctor. Be a good boy, show me a pretty face and I might be gentle..." The Joker offered, slipping his gloves off slowly as he grinned at him.

Jonathan scowled and turned his face away, pressing against the wall tightly in a means to get as far away from the man as possible. He had always admired The Joker in a way, always thinking him a great villian. Of course, he never dreamed he would end up his play thing. It had occurred to him minutes ago that he planned to raped him, and though it unnerved him he knew there was nothing he could do. His diagnosis was that the more he struggled, the more it would hurt, so what could he do but try to relax?

A wide, calloused palm pressed against Jonathan's soft, porcelain fleshed chest. The warmth of it caused him to let out a shakey breath. Underneath that hand, the Joker could feel the man's heart beating rapidly. No matter how much he relaxed or looked away, his heart would give away his timid state.

"Aww... The little Scarecrow is scared of the big bad clown? Oh, don't be scared Jonathan... Honest, I just want to play with you." he jeered as he ran his hands along Jonathan's chest. He toyed with the knife in his hand, being careful not to actually cut and damage the pure flesh he was admiring. He loved the way his soft skin felt beneath his hardened hands. Simply touching him aroused him full-on. It showed clearly as a risen mound in the crotch of his pants, even more-so by the heavy breathing which came from his lips.

Jonathan felt that hard breathing against his own face and without caution, opened his eyes to look at him. The hungry, ravaging look on The Joker's face startled the man into turning a slight rosy color. Once again his breath caught and he looked down in a means to escape that gaze, only to meet with the sight of the larger man's erection. This in turn caused him to gasp slightly and bite down on his tongue. His face became heated and in spite of him, his body was betraying him as were his thoughts.

Jack smiled, knowing all too well what caught the feminine male's attention. His throat twitched as a raspy chuckle emitted from it and as he pressed his erection hard against the hips of the other man, his fingertips squeezed ever-so-slightly onto the small beads of pink flesh belonging to the smaller one.

"Oh..." Jonathan couldn't help but let a mewl be given to the abuse his nipples received. He was beginning to enjoy this little adventure The Joker was taking him on. It never crossed his mind that he would be with a man, letting him touch him this way but what choice did he have? What could it hurt to experience this? If it were to be anyone...it might as well be... "Joker..?" he gasped just as the other man began to suck at the blood trickling from his throat.

"Mnh..?" The Joker replied with a grunt as he suckled lewdly at his throat, savoring every drop of metallic blood. Now his hands trailed down his body, exploring every inch of tender flesh. Before they went any further, they stopped on his hips and gripped them rather tightly. With a dry pant in the form of a thirst-quenched noise, he pulled away from his throat to stare him in the eyes. "Yeah, what is it?"

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