Batman: The Gay Knight

This will eventually become BatmanxJoker. Give it a few chapters.

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Batman was in a hurry. The Joker terrorized Gotham City, so much that Batman nor his true self had a wink of sleep in three or so days. The night-time vigilante had been busy researching anything that the Joker had touched or been linked to. Batman wanted to know so desperately, What made this villain tick?

He was becoming obsessed. Alfred often pointed out to Bruce that it was time for a break. Not forever, but a small break, only to clear his head for the next day of work. Wayne, of course, disagreed. He stumbled over pointless excuses, and none of them hid the fact that as much as he hated to admit it, the Joker had him slightly intrigued.

The night that the Joker was caught by Gordon and his corps played out differently in his mind. The taunting, the words that formed on the Joker's cherry red, scarred lips still shouted, "Come on, I want you to do it."

"Hit me."

"Hit me!"

But this time, Batman did hit him. His vehicle smashed into the Joker with all of his force, catapaulting off of it to catch up with the Joker, his suit and skin ripped and bloodied from skidding across the tar on his side. Although the Joker was in clear pain, his face never ceased to smile, even when Batman landed right beside him in fury.

"Hit me."

And Batman did. Batman threw his fist into the man, yet...nothing. He never cracked. The Joker just laughed, tears streaming down his face, streaking his makeup. Everything was a taunt! And Batman was sick of it all. All of his buried passion was released, slamming his fist over the Joker's lithe body.

Batman even began to cry. All of the hate, pressure and pain was just too much. As his fists bruised the Joker, Batman was reduced to tears.

"Oh, Batsy...why do you cry?" the Joker asked cruelly, licking his lips.

Batman stared down at the Joker with a fiery hatred. He was the one who killed Rachel, who hurt Harvey. He was the one who terrorized his city, Batman's city, and now the Joker was teasing him. Like a child.

"I cry for the good of the city, much of it fallen because of you," he choked on in his raspy voice, barely understood.

"Batsy, I can make things better. I do make things better," the Joker murmured, lifting a hand to slick back his green, greasy hair.

"Hit me again," the Joker pleaded, "Just once more."

And Batman did.