NOTE: Moved from my other account, very old story.
Disclaimer – No I don't own Batman or the Dark Knight, if I did, I would have the Joker cleaning my bedroom.
This fan fiction is dedicated to my two best friends Nicole and Emce, without whose help and support I would never have had the guts to write this story.
OK BIG LETTERS FOR A BIG WARNING THIS IS MAJOR SLASH AND SMUT. IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS THEN I SUGGEST YOU GET A LIFE (JKS), BUT SERIOUSLY PLEASE CONSIDER THAT THIS FIC IS MORE THEN 85 GUY ON GUY ACTION. IF AFTER READING THIS YOU FLAME ME FOR RUINING YOUR INNOCENT MINDS, THEN I WILL REALLY TELL YOU TO GO AND GET A LIFE.
(Oh and please keep in mind this is my first Batman / Joker. I only got the chance to catch the movie Dark Knight on the weekend. In my opinion, best movie ever.)
Back pressed against the wall, breath coming out in fast short gasps. He watched as the dark eyes narrowed under the cowl.
"A little forward aren't you Batsy?" He laughed, not breaking eye contact.
Batman gave the man a hard stare; he hated himself for not being able to control himself, for wanting this "thing" as he so kindly referred to the Joker. He shuddered in disgust as he let one hand run up the Jokers thigh, stopping just below his growing hardness.
"Shut the fuck up, you psychotic fag."
The Joker could barely hold in a moan when he felt Batman grab him through his pants. Squeezing gently and causing incredible shivers to run up his spine. He arched himself forward seeking more contact but was disappointed to feel Batman pull back. He looked to see what the bat was doing that was important enough to make him stop.
Batman was removing his cape and cowl and throwing them to the ground. He started to remove his shirt when the Joker decided he wanted to help, and pulled Batman's pants down, followed by his jock strap, revealing his rock hard member.
"On your knees, now" Bruce whispered at the feeling of cool basement air engulfing his skin.
The joker didn't need to be asked twice. He dropped down intending to make Batman scream his name. He liked to be dominated, but that didn't mean he couldn't make the Bat melt in his hands. Taking as much as he could in his mouth, he started to bob his head, increasing his speed with every moan; he felt his lover twitch and pulled back sharply. There was no way he was going to let him come that quickly. Batman's eyes flew open when he felt Joker's mouth leave him seconds before he could come.
"What the fu…" he started to say, when he felt the Joker blow on his member causing a pleasant shock. He watched the psychopath lick the head then draw back and lick the underside, eyes watching the Batman wither in pleasure.
"Say my name Batsy."
"You crazy fuck," he moaned out.
The Joker grinned and licked again
"Say it, or I'll stop."
"No don't stop." Batman hushed, eyes shut as his orgasm screamed to be let loose.
"Say my name, Batman. I need to hear you say it."
I hate him thought Batman; I hate him for doing this to me, for forcing me to face the truth, for making me believe. I hate him for making me say his name.
"Joker" he said, voice soft enough to be mistaken for a sigh.
"What, I didn't hear you Batsy?" The Joker's grin widened.
"J…Jack" Batman screamed
He felt his anger rise and grabbed the Joker pulling him up from the floor and smashing him against the wall. He heard him groan in pain and felt like cheering. He was back in control again and that's the way he liked it. Bruce pulled the Jokers pants down and pressed himself against his entrance.
"Wait Batsy, you didn't prepare me. It's gonna hurt," said the Joker weakly, his voice laced with worry and a hint of lust.
"Good. I want you to limp; I want your people to know that you're my bitch."
With that said, Bruce thrust himself deep into the tight entrance. He felt the Joker arch away from him gasping in pain. Joker started giggling softly; Bruce froze, why the fuck was he laughing? He waited for him to stop.
"Move Batman." The Joker screamed through the giggles.
He didn't know if he liked the Joker's laugh, but right now he didn't care, all he wanted was to pump him hard. He drew back until only the head remained inside, before slamming back hard. The Joker moaned letting the Batman know that he had found his prostate. Bruce started to thrust harder, pulling out and slamming back at an even pace. He felt himself reach his peak and grabbing the Jokers neglected member began pumping him to match his own pace. He felt the Joker twitch in his hand and prepared for him.
"I…I'm coming Batsy…ahhhhh." With a scream so unlike him, the Joker came in his hand. Batman pulled him gently on every spurt and milked him dry. With the last of Joker's dying orgasm, Batman braced himself for his own, and pumped his release inside, biting the Joker's neck to muffle his scream.
The two lovers fell to the floor and lay in a tangled heap. The heavy panting and the smell of sex was all that remained of their passionate affair. Neither would cuddle, nor say anything and as usual Batman was the first to get up and get dressed. He didn't look at the Joker once, but spoke to him while he was picking up his cowl.
"Clean yourself up, you look like a used whore."
The Joker didn't answer with a snide remark, nor did he speak at all. He just gazed at the ceiling not yet ready to get up and face the world. He heard the gentle flapping of Batman's cloak as he made his way up to the roof and heard the door lock click when he let himself out into the night. These were the sounds he had heard every day for the past eight month, and not once had Batman acknowledged him as anything more then a quick fuck.
Sighing the Joker made an effort to get up, only to realize that his legs were not yet ready for such a feat. He let himself drop back down on to the floor.
Letting his mind wonder the Joker thought of Batman. They had both got into this 'thing' with the unspoken agreement that it will always stay physical and nothing more. No emotional attachment was allowed. Yet he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have Batman sleep next to him at night, holding him warmly in his arms, or what it would feel like to just kiss, passionately and with love. Batman didn't see love when he looked at the Joker.
"Why would he, I'm a mess," he swore with disgust and tried once more to rise into a sitting position.
END (So review please if you think I can improve or you have a couple of those nice praise words you'd like to share with me . I'm open to constructive criticism but flames will be used to fry Robin on a spit. Also if you did enjoy this one-shot but think I should make it into a chapter story just let me know, if I get enough reviews encouraging me to go on, I will, its all up to you guys.) LOTS OF LUV BLUSHI (AKA WOH)