Something I thought I would never write…some Batman/Joker. Inspired by one of my FAVORITE songs that I never realized would fit them so well until last night. Every You Every Me by Placebo(who are an amazing band in general, btw. ^^) Enjoy!
Sucker love is heaven sent
You pucker up
Our passion spent
My heart's a tart
Your body's rent
My body's broken
Yours is bent
Carve your name into my arm
Instead of stressed I lie here charmed
Cause there's nothing else to do
Every me and every you
-Every You Every Me, Placebo
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It had been three days since his most recent escape, and Bruce really hadn't expected to find him this quickly. It was as yet undetermined how he had escaped his cell, but he killed two guards at Arkham with an electrical cord, had barely taken the time to hack the beginnings of smiles into their cheeks with the keys he hadn't needed.
And now, apparently, he was at this dingy hotel in one of the worst parts of Gotham. Batman had come alone by necessity, though even if he had still had the police at his disposal he would have been unwilling to bring them tonight. After everything that had happened first to Rachel and then to Harvey, this was personal.
Since he had only so recently returned the guard had been minimal and easily dealt with, and now he faced only the Joker himself. Easy enough, if only he was ready to face him. The anger, the fury he felt around this man was nothing like anything he had ever experienced. He had never wanted more to hurt someone, and that fact disturbed him almost as much as the fact that he was so desperate to keep him alive. Even the thought of this madman dying at someone else's hands was unendurable, and he certainly could never do it himself. Being around him was the hardest thing, but he had to face him. Tonight, while he knew where he was, while he was accessible.
Without giving himself a chance to think his way out of it, he crashed through the window and into the hotel room, falling into an easy roll that brought him right up behind the Joker. He gripped him hard, one hand on his hip another on his shoulder as he threw him violently into the chest of drawers against the righthand wall.
His head hit the corner and he fell to the floor, his body curling in, his hand curving up to press to the side of his head even as a soft chuckle escaped his lips. "Just couldn't…couldn't stay away could you?"
"Shut up." The laughter was ridiculous, insane. A hundred times more annoying that it should have been, but somehow it just got under his skin. He kicked him hard in the ribs, growling when the madman made no attempt to even get up much less fight back. Beating on him was always like this, and it always made him angrier. He growled louder, pulled him up by his collar to throw him against the wall, let him slide down.
The Joker chuckled, though he was panting. "If we're going to play this game, you could at least tell me why we're playing. Though, I'm honored that you would start, I usually have to-" his words cut abruptly into a mix of a laugh and a gasp as Batman's boot found his ribs again.
"I'm not playing." One rule. He only had one rule, but he used to have more. Things like 'no beating a defenseless man'. The Joker would never know it, but he had made him break that one. It would please the son of a bitch too damn much to know that, and he would never let him hear it. Still, he knew later he would look back on his behavior and be appalled. He always was. At the moment, however…
"See, I really worry about you, Batsy. You're in such denial. See me," he was wheezing a little, his breath coming only with difficulty. "I accept it. You and me, that is. But you, you have to fight it, act like we're not supposed to be all mixed up in each others lives." His hands came away from holding his chest, gestured wildly in the air as he talked. "I know what we are, what we have to be. You, you just keep trying to fight it."
"You're out of your mind."
He laughed uncontrollably, sliding down almost gracefully to lie sideways on the floor. "But not out of yours, and that's what counts!"
Batman gritted his teeth, growled, fought for the focus of why he had come here. "You didn't win. I'll never let you win. Harvey still won, even after what you did to him." Somehow, he had had to let him know just how fully he had failed. Even if he knew he had heard the news, he had to deliver this in person.
The Joker's laugh eased up, trailed into words. "See, I find it funny that you worry so much about how I screwed with your little white knight's head. Because really, what I've done to him is nothing compared to what I'm still doing to you. He was movable. You, you're not and that's why you're so much more fun, why you're the one I want to keep. We can keep playing, you and I, for the rest of our lives, and I will never be you, and you will never be me. We'll be equally mad in different directions." He laughed harder, rolled onto his back and let his head lay against the floor, his eyes closing. "Forces of nature, both of us."
And it was this that he hated the most, this…insane notion that they were somehow meant for each other, that this game had been destined. It was that thought that infuriated him more than any other, that thought that he couldn't bear. Because if he thought about it for too long when he was alone, he thought of things he could never allow himself to think. With a furious growl he gripped the Joker's collar, lifted him up to slug him hard once, twice, before throwing him in the opposite direction to land hard on the dirty carpet. The laughter was driving him mad. "Get up! Get up you fool and defend yourself?"
"Why? You'll continue to beat me anyway, this way, I expend less effort."
Red hot rage took over and he tackled him, landed on top of him, fists crashing repeatedly into that laughing face. The laughter stopped but he couldn't, could barely breath until he finally forced himself to slow, taking in at least three bleeding wounds on the Joker's cheeks. He stopped, arms trembling with rage, panting with exertion.
For a moment he was catching his breath, but a soft giggle escaped the ruby red lips before him. "I really do rile you up, don't I? That's alright, I like a man with fight." His eyes lit up, dancing. "Didn't we already talk about this? Just before you showed your very poor understanding of the English language?"
Rachel. The pain that always accompanied thoughts of her rose fresh in his chest, and he used the anger to fight it. He shoved the Joker harder into the ground, opening his mouth to tell the fool to shut up. He didn't manage it, though. Shocking him, the Joker gasped, his head falling back, his body arching into the one that pressed him into the floor. Their positions had shifted, and Batman could feel it clearly now, the Joker's unmistakable arousal pressing against his groin. When he recovered from the shock, he growled, backhanded him hard and sat up, pushing himself away.
The Joker laughed a little weaker than usually, those disconcerting eyes boring into them. "I tell you and I tell you things and you just keep ignoring me. If I wasn't so amused, I'd be offended. I've told you I like a man with fight, and I've told you I always want to keep you around. How much more plain do I have to be? Does being a bat effect your thinking capacity as well? What sort of relationships do they have, I mean, I've never researched it but I'm sure I could-" Batman snarled, punched him harder than before. "Ow! Well that wasn't very nice." He rolled over, slunk across the floor carefully until he had closed the small distance between them. He was laying on the floor still, his head between the other man's feet where he sat with his knees pulled up, leaning against the bed and watching the Joker warily.
He was moving so slowly, the Joker was. Bruce was thinking again, the man inside the mask, and he knew he should leave, now. The darker side of him told him to hit him again, but he was somehow too mesmerized to lift his arm. Apparently, too mesmerized to do anything at all. "Stop." His voice was still Batman's still low and gravelly, still harsh, but he could hear the undercurrent there, and he knew he would be a fool to think the Joker wouldn't. Fear.
"Come on, can't you trust me? I've only ever told you the truth, Batsy." The Joker's hand slid across the carpet, slow as a snake. "And you know I'm right. You know we need each other. So why can't we…" His hand closed the final distance, pressing against the armor over his groin. "Enjoy ourselves?"
Batman's hand shot out and closed around his wrist, but froze before he could push the hand away. He was disturbed, more disturbed than he could have ever explained at what he was feeling at the moment. He couldn't feel the heat of his hand through the armor, only the pressure, but his body was responding, he could feel it. He growled. "Stop. It."
"Mmm, but you don't want me to." Sinsiously he slid closer, his hand pressing harder. "This is another one of those things about appearances, about how you want the world to see you. You want so badly to be one of them that you keep trying to pretend that you are, even keep telling yourself that you are but you're not, and you're only hurting yourself." He licked his red lips, threw himself up and forward, his lips pressing firmly and hungrily against Batman's.
He bit down on the Joker's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, his hands coming up to grip the slender man's waist, ready to push him away. But the other man's tongue was licking insistently against his lips, and his body reacted before his mind could. His mouth opened to the intrusion, his hands tightening in a crushing grip as he brought their hips together, pushed off from the bed to flip them over and out onto the floor. He landed hard on top of the Joker, felt the breath whoosh out of lungs. Still, they didn't break the kiss. He delved deep into the other man's mouth, tasted paint and felt the outlines of the scars inside his cheeks. When their tongues tangled together the Joker moaned, his hips rising up to rub insistently against him.
Bruce could feel the war inside him again. Lust vs. rationality vs. Batman's anger. For the moment, Batman won. He bit him again, pulled back to punch him, though not as hard as before. The Joker giggled, shook his head slowly. "Ah, Batsy, you never disappoint. You never do what I expect. I love it."
"Shut up." He punched him again, though it was more of a warning motion than an actual blow. It was all happening to fast for him to make sense of it, and he knew he didn't have time to think. This was going to happen, and he couldn't rationalize it, and he couldn't explain it, and it would screw with him later, but there was no stopping that now. He shoved himself back and started to take off his armor, quick and violent, cutting himself with one of the pieces in his haste. He could hear the Joker's breathing grow ragged as he exposed more skin, could hear the low hum of appreciation when he was finally naked, his arousal obvious.
Joker opened lips slowly, clearly on the point of speaking but he didn't let him, threw himself back on top of him and claimed his lips forcefully, colliding, feeling the paint smear against his chin. The cowl alone he had left on. That he had at least had presence of mind to remember. His hands worked between them, roughly unbuttoning the vest and shirt that kept their bare chests from meeting. He didn't take them off, merely shoved them aside, growling into the Joker's mouth as he pressed into him, hips grinding together. Tearing his lips away he brought them down, biting down hard on the other man's collarbone.
The Joker cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and Bruce knew that those two sensations had long ago become irrevocably intertwined for him. He released him, more pleased than he should have been to see blood welling up from the bite. "You like that?" He ground their hips together on every word, his erection throbbing, rubbing against the fabric between them. The noise he made in response was almost a whimper, his neck arching along with his hips in wordless plea for more of both. Batman growled, obliged by biting into his pale neck as he shoved his pants down roughly, gripping the erection beneath in his hand. He pumped him hard, sucked on his neck in rhythm.
Soft cries intermixed with laughter, and somehow it didn't sound as out of place as it would have with anyone else. It was right for him, if anything could be. He was close to coming Batman knew, could feel it in the way his cock pulsed in his hand, the way his body writhed below him. But it couldn't be like this, no. Not with him jerking him off, no, this seemed too almost human. With a growl he pushed himself away, jerked hard on the Joker's arm and flipped him over, heard him hiss as his erection was pressed between his stomach and the carpet.
His cock twitched as he took in the site before him, the Joker on his stomach, pants pulled down just far enough to expose his pale ass. This madman, the mass murderer Gotham feared was at his mercy, panting, all but begging to be taken. And he could have never denied to himself how much it aroused him. His hand pressed between those sharply defined shoulder blades, pushing him down. "This is going to hurt like hell."
A fractured chuckled slipped out between pants. "And you think I'm going to tell you to stop now? Think I'm afraid of a little pain? Think I'm-" He took that opportunity to thrust inside him, not bothering with any preparation beyond spreading the liquid leaking from his cock. The Joker cried out in pain, and for a moment, he was wholly Bruce again, all traces of anger left him. The scream turned into soft panting moans, quickly. "Ooo, Batsy…you're bigger than I thought." The heat of being sheathed inside him was overwhelming, especially after so long without this. He pulled out and thrust in hard, listened to the noises coming from the man below him. How long had it been? He had never been with Rachel. Not once. And he had been with no one while he had hoped for her. He was nothing if not loyal. The girls were ruses, toys to catch Rachel's eyes, to infuriate her. How long since his last real lay? Ages. Far, far too long, and he was coming before he wanted to, before he had had enough. He snarled as he came, bit into the Joker's shoulder and humped him until he was spent.
Finished, he pulled out quickly, idly noticing the marks of blood on pale skin. Panting, he pulled back, stood and began pulling on his armor without a word. it was a moment before the Joker rolled over, those strange eyes blazing. "Going to leave me like this?" He gestured down, at the erection still very present between his legs. "No wonder you never could keep a woman." Through the teasing, his breath still came uneven, his voice low with arousal, his eyes burning, almost pleading.
Batman pulled his cape into place, straightened it. "I never said I'd do anything for you." Before the Joker could speak again, he was gone.
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He gave a soft growl of frustration, giggling as he realized the sound was nothing like the one that the bat could make, the one that came form so deep his chest. Feral, almost. He shifted on the floor, hissed at the way his ass ached when he did. He'd be walking badly for days, and he giggled again. He could tell them all he'd been fucked by the Batman, and no one would believe him. Not that he wanted them too. Then, they might get jealous, and he couldn't have that.
His groin was throbbing, and he whined at the memory of the way Batman's hand had felt on his shaft, sure and warm and better than even he could have imagined. So, what were his options? He could find a lookalike, there were plenty on the streets, even now that the Batman was a criminal too. He could fuck him, strap him to bed and cut a smile into his lips, see if the blood made it any better when he stuck his cock down his throat. Still, that wouldn't have the same effect, and it would take time.
He sighed in defeat, slid his hand down his chest to clasp his erection. He pumped himself slowly at first, picturing that beautiful body he had, finally, had a chance to gaze at, if only for a moment. He was desperately close. With his other hand, he found the bite mark on his neck, felt the angry bruise growing there.
He came when he dug his nails into it.
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I had intended this as a oneshot, and I was going to stop when Batman left. After I started it though, I just couldn't, and I have this idea of making it an ongoing story, of actually getting these two together. I think it could happen. I mean, I never expected to like them as a couple, but the more I thought about it last night, the more I kept thinking that really, Batman could only be with him.
Anyway, let me know what you think, if you think this should continue or not. : )
