Max: Um... Don't ask... This was a very very random drabble... I was just kinda... in a weird mood.

Warning: X-Over, Yaoi/Slash, IronBat, Tony Stark/Joker/Bruce Wayne

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN EITHER!

Word Count: 362

The Beeping Wants Your Peepus

Tony Stark sat on his couch, a book held loosely in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. Currently, rather then reading like he planned, he was trying to ignore the incessant beeping sound coming from outside, "What is with all that beeping?!" he grumbled, tossing his book down on the table and taking a sip of his drink.

A deep voice whispered lightly in his ear, the other mans breath ghosting over his neck and sending shivers down his spine, "The beeping wants your peepus." the man laughed and waltzed away, towards the kitchen where the third occupant of the house was currently stationed.

"Wants my what? Jack get back here!" Tony hollered, getting up and stalking after the slightly taller man, "Bruce, what the hell is he talking about?" he set his glass down on the island counter where Bruce filled it back up immediately.

"You expect me to know? I don't think even he knows what he's talking about most of the time." Bruce answered calmly, his eyes focused intently on his computer.

Jack walked up behind Tony again, his hands slowly roaming the shorter mans body, stopping to fiddle with the zipper on his faded blue jeans, "I said," he whispered against Tony's neck, flicking the button open and pulling down the zipper, "the beeping," he let is tongue slip from between his lips, licking his neck, "wants your peepus." he reached his hands into Tony's boxers and grabbed his growing erection, "Anymore questions Metal Head?"

Tony shivered against the taller man, his eyes falling closed, "N-No questions..." he moaned as Jack began to stroke him softly.

Bruce stayed sitting at the island counter, his eyes watching his lovers over the top of his computer. He let one hand slip from the keyboard and reach for the zipper on his suit pants, his fingers brushing softly against his own erection. He bit down on the inside of his lips to stifle his moans.

Max: I hope you liked it huns!
Lovies,
Mr. Max