Author's Note: Okay, first off, I know this is absurdly short - but I'm hoping it's just as good as my longer stories. Not a Harley again because she's not in it - they don't meet her until after TDK - or it has absolutely nothing to do with motorcycles hahaha. Was inspired by a certain reviewer's DELICIOUS suggestion that I put Jonathan Crane in a mini skirt. . .Oh, damn that's hot. . .
Humming tunelessly while sporting a white nurse's uniform and a bright red-orange wig, the Joker skipped down the hallway and rounded the corner, only to find -
Jonathan Crane, also in a matching skirt-and-blouse ensemble, leaning back delicately against the wall, a bony hip sensually cocked to one side. He had brushed his hair, his glasses were tucked into the front pocket of the blouse - he had even gone so far as to wear pantyhose.
"Oooh, looky-looky - what have we here?" Joker growled sexually.
Jonathan blushed, arching his neck as he thrust his hips forward and clasped his soft hands demurely behind his back - the skirt was very tight, and showed leg. A lot of leg.
A strange sort of math equation literally popped into the Joker's head:
Jonathan Crane + a nurse's uniform = Marilyn Monroe on steroids
Their gazes locked, Joker tiptoed to Jonathan's side and ran his hand down Jonathan's front. "Hmm. . .We could've even shortened the hem on you. . .Oooh, that'd be hot. . ."
Jonathan's long-lashed cerulean eyes followed Joker's hand, watching with eager anticipation as it disappeared underneath his skirt, erection throbbing as the clown's fingers spidered up past his cock to find the hem of -
"Ladies undies, sweetcakes?" Joker's breathed tone was only slightly skeptical as he licked his lips with his flickering tongue. "With. . .lace?"
Jonathan blushed harder.
The clown leaned closer, up against Jonathan now, lustful brown eyes afire.
"I, I mean, really Jonathan - mascara?"
Jonathan couldn't look at the Joker anymore. "You don't like it." Disappointment was heavy in his voice.
Joker giggled. "`Don't like it`?" He began slowly unbuttoning Jonathan's blouse with one hand while the other slipped beneath the panties and palmed the masculinity beneath, causing the feminized Jonathan to mewl like a literal sex kitten. "No, no, no, no - I, I love it!"
And then the fun began.
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Just for anybody who wants to know, and to clear up another timeline issue: if I haven't told you this already, Jonathan and the Joker met and have been together since before Batman Begins. R. S. V. P.