I got this from a b/j prompt somewhere on lj. This is just about the Joker's uh… infatuation with Batsy. Hehe. It was also inspired by the song 'I Touch Myself', seeing as how I listen to the oddest shit. xD Enjoy. I should make a b/j playlist, haha.

The Joker felt the scalding water of the shower pour over his hair, causing some of the thick, brown locks to cover his face. He quickly flipped his hair back with the jerk of his head, getting annoyed by such petty distractions. He leaned the into the cool wall of the shower, trailing his hand down to the calloused skin of his pelvis, imagining his hand was stronger, more masculine. In his mind's eye, he stared into a pair of beautiful blue orbs, the ones that he fantasized about too often.

The Batman's hands slowly moved down the clown's body and to his groin. The Joker groaned loudly, and cupped his erection with his right hand, and began to stroke. He imagined the Batman's mouth sucking on him as he began to stroke wildly, letting out wild moans of pleasure. Anything from Batman made everything orgasmic and amazing. Even if it was the simplest of things, such as doing that boring paperwork that came with being Gotham's Finest. However, the thought of Batman got him going.

He felt the familiar white-hot sensation starting at his groin, and he bit his lips to keep a few louder shrieks from emitting as the Batman purred seductively in his ear, causing his hand to go a bit faster.

"You're so fucking hot!" The clown shouted, and it was more like a shriek than a shout because of all the pleasure that came with imagining his Bat kissing, cuddling, straddling him, dominating him, fucking him….

The clown almost screamed as the white-hot sensation traveled all over his body. His legs began to twitch uncontrollably, almost making him fall into the slippery bathtub. His hands did not want to keep stroking; he simply wanted to enjoy his Bats' groans that matched with his as he thrusted inside of him, but he knew that wouldn't be possible. He felt his climax end, and he slowly opened his eyes, his image of the Batman disappearing. The lights of his bathroom blinded him. He sighed in disappointment: his crush, the love of his life, his reason for being was gone.

He stopped the water, and wrapped a towel around himself.

One day, he wouldn't have to imagine that happening.