Joker stared impatiently at the ceiling. Batsy was out tonight, hosting one of his famous Halloween parties. A party which Joker had not been invited to. He had absolutely no idea why. After all, Halloween was his specialty! Before Bruce left, he had left specific instructions that he was not allowed to do anything to cause damage, mayhem or chaos tonight. Joker would have just ignored the order and done what he wished, but he'd been promised a present if he behaved. He flicked open his switchblade and stared at his reflection in the metal. Not liking what he found, he threw the knife at the wall opposite the bed he was laying on and watched as it sunk in and quivered from the impact. He grinned. That would take some force to remove. He'd leave it for Brucey to find. Ha ha! He wandered through the house, looking for something to occupy himself with. Eventually, he settled himself in front of the television –for about five minutes, before he stood up and started pacing again.
"There are only two things in this world that can keep me occupied, and I am denied both of them!" His fingers itched to plant a bomb in a bank somewhere, and his body yearned for his lover's touch. Two arms snaked around him from behind and pulled him against a toned chest. Joker glanced at the clock and frowned in confusion. "It's only eight o clock, Brucey. What are you doing home so early?" Bruce held him close and breathed in his scent. "I was bored." Joker was trying to focus on the conversation, but the way Bruce was touching him –just barely holding his hips in place –was driving him mad. "You… left your own party early? Isn't that kinda rude?" Bruce smirked at the question, his lips ghosting over Joker's ear. He shivered. "I missed you." The need for words left them as Joker turned in his arms and pressed their mouths together. Clothes were shed and Joker hissed in pleasure as Bruce slid into him. Their pace was fast and desperate, similar to other nights but somehow completely different. Bruce's hand wrapped around Joker's aching member and pumped in time with his thrusts. They climaxed almost simultaneously.
Afterwards they lay together, holding each other tightly and pressing kisses to cooling skin. Bruce stood up after a few moments to get a blanket, and he returned with a puzzled expression. "J, why is there a knife in my wall?"
So! A sequel to my other series, Midnight Meetings. I had a few requests so I decided to do one. This is probably going to be mostly from Joker's point of view, and I'm going to end every chapter with a question. Read and review!