Author's Note: This is my first Batman fanfic and of course it's slash. Male on male. If you don't like that kind of thing kindly navigate away from this story. This is just the chapter but I really like what I've got so far so I decided to post it. I don't even know if I'll continue it because I don't know where to go next. Anyway, please tell me what you think, unless you hate it. No, tell me even then. I'll stop rambling and let you proceed now. Enjoy!
"Bruce Wayne?! Oh, this is too good. I don't deserve this." The Joker dropped his high pitched facade as he gruffly whispered. "But I'll take it."
The Joker licked at Bruce's earlobe.
Batman winced.
How could he have allowed this to happen? Actually, Bruce couldn't see what he could have done differently. He had been fighting the Joker when suddenly his opponent had whipped out a spray can of some form of knockout gas and blasted him in the face with it. Batman had woken up not knowing what had hit him.
Truthfully, Batman would rather had been in this situation due to some slip up of his own. He would have felt a little better in the back of his mind knowing that he had had some control over the matter.
Alas, no. If Bruce had had any control over the situation, he would definitely not be strapped, naked, to the wall in this cold, dark room. Not too long before, the Joker had slowly and deliberately removed his armor. The sadistic clown had left Bruce strapped to the wall as he had done so, cutting the skin-tight armor with a knife. The Batman shivered slightly as he remembered the hunger in the Joker's eyes as he'd taken in the sight of his naked body. This reaction had only added to the Joker's pleasure and the demented, painted grin widened. Joker licked his lips as he pressed his body to the Captive Batman's and purred.
"Oh, Batsy, were going to have so much fun."
Joker reluctantly pushed himself off of the Batman. He couldn't do this. Not by force, no matter how badly he wanted to. It wasn't that the Joker didn't have it in him to rape someone. He most definitely dd. No, this personal restraint was more self-interest than mercy. What the Joker wanted, needed more than anything was for Batman to understand, to grasp the futility of it all. And one thing Joker knew was that he didn't want it to be a reality crashing down on someone broke, but a truth revealed to someone whole (or as whole as you could say the Batman was). So no. Joker knew he couldn't ruin him, not until he mad him see. Maybe then he wouldn't even mind... that much.
Something else was weighing on Joker's mind that night. If this was going to work he was going to have to give up a lot of secrets, a lot of himself, and if it didn't work things definitely wouldn't go back to the way they were before. Where would that leave him. Frankly, he was scared. Also he hadn't had this many logical thoughts in a long, long time and, in all seriousness, he was starting to worry about himself. Joker did know of one way to cheer himself up and he really couldn't resist. He walked back over to Batman, grabbed either of his shoulders, and licked a long, slow line from the base of the Dark Knight's neck to his jawline. Savoring the salty taste of his skin and chuckling at the other man's sharp intake of breath, Joker swept from the room.
" 'Night, Batsy," Joker said as he closed the door behind himself.
Author's note: That's all for now (maybe ever) please comment. It makes me so happy when you do.