The Match Maker
Part II
By Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins
A Batman Adventures Fanfic
Disclaimer: Batman and all subsequent characters are owned by DC Comics. I own nothing. Nothing I tell you! No money was made from this fic.
Rating: R
Summary: Detectives Bullock and Montoya are about to have a Valentine's Day they'll never forget thanks to the Joker. Sexual situations and language.
(Author's Note: Okay, looks like this is turning out a little longer then I first guessed. At least one more chapter to go. Trying to decide about whether or not to add the sex scene I had originally planned. Would like to hear from ya'll if you're ready for a nice and hot sex scene between Bullock and Montoya. Lol, 'course, not sure if any of ya'll are ready for any kind of hanky panky between those two either, coerced or otherwise.)
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Bullock and Montoya had been ushered from the car and into a giant, empty warehouse that looked like it had been deserted for quite some time. Both were encouraged to move towards a small room at one end of the warehouse at gunpoint. Bosco and Big Bad had been joined by two more tough looking gun toting goons while the driver left in the opposite direction by himself. Probably to fetch the boss, Bullock guessed.
"You want to tell us what this is all about?" Bullock asked, not particular on which goon answered.
"That's for the boss to say. We're just following orders." Big Bad said from behind his gun.
"Your firearm is illegal." Montoya told him without turning as they continued the march.
That brought an abrupt laugh out of Big Bad. "And so is abducting two cops, but who's keeping track?"
Bullock bit back a cryptic response. It wouldn't be the smartest thing to get these guys angry. At least, not until he knew the score. Once in the room, he spied a length of rope laying on something that looked like an examination table in a doctor's office. He had a bad feeling about the rope and hoped he was wrong as to what its intended use was going to end up being.
"You two, embrace each other with hands behind the others backs." Bosco commanded.
"Now wait just a minute!" Bullock wanted to protest but a gun was suddenly touching his temple and he grew quiet, though inside he was still bursting with indignation.
He faced Montoya, towering over her. The look in her face was plain. Well, he wasn't happy about it either but it wasn't as if they had much of a choice. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and she tried to do the same around his abundant one, but was unable to clasp her hands behind his back. But that didn't seem to phase the bad guys who promptly began to tie them up in that awkward position.
After they were secured, their bad guy entourage departed without a word, locking the room up as they left. Montoya pretty much had no choice but to rest her head against Bullocks chest. Bullock didn't say a word, thankfully, and neither did she. Just when she was wondering how long they'd be forced to stay like that, someone opened the only door in the tiny room.
"Aw, aren't they just the cutest things?" The laughter in that voice was even more recognizable to Montoya then the voice alone. She couldn't see over Bullock's shoulder but knew just who the speaker was.
"Joker!" Bullock nearly spat and turned to see their new visitor and the man that was obviously Big Bad's and Bosco's boss. Montoya had to turn her head to see the deranged clown. Harley was beside him with the same broad grin on her face as her boss.
The Joker could not contain his merriment, "Now, now, this is the day for sweethearts. I do believe you have yet to even give her a kiss, Bullock."
"She's NOT my sweetheart!" Bullock growled dangerously.
Montoya froze and dropped her gaze to stare at the floor, not liking the Joker's suggestion at all.
"By the end of tonight, she will be." The Joker sniggered, thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Like hell!" Bullock spat.
The Joker shoved a full color glossy picture of Barbara Gordon in Bullock's face. "Friend of yours?"
Bullock paled. "You friggen maniac! You do anything to her and I'll rip you a new one!"
"Tsk, tsk, my fat friend. I think that you should be very careful with what you say and what you do. If you want to see her again and unharmed, I think you should do as I say."
"What have you done with her?" Bullock demanded and strained against the ropes, much to Montoya's discomfort.
"You mind me, and nothing will happen to her." Joker grinned unpleasantly.
"What do we have to do?" Bullock reluctantly asked, taking one more look at the picture, terrified of the possible consequences of disobeying.
The Joker clapped his hands happily after tossing the picture of Barbara up in the air. "See, Harley, he can be taught!"
"With the right incentive, huh Puddin?"
The Joker laughed with maniacal glee. He skipped up to Bullock's side, a very unpleasant look twisting his face, "This would be so much easier if you two weren't tied up. Think you can follow orders without having to have a gun in your face?"
Bullock knew that the Joker knew he'd do anything to keep Barbara Gordon safe. Even agree to not strangling the clown once his hands were freed from the rope. Bullock didn't say anything, knowing his silence was enough of an answer. The Joker had Harley cut them free. Bullock clenched and unclenched his fists reflexively, just imagining twisting that white throat and the joy that would bring him.
"So, Montoya, be a good girl and go to that table over there, would you?" The Joker pointed at the lonely looking gurney.
"Montoya." Bullock warned.
Montoya shook her head at him, just as willing to do what it took to make sure that no harm came to the Commissioner's daughter. She scooted herself up onto the gurney, uncertainly eyeing the people that surrounded it.
The Joker tossed Harley a purple and green walkie-talkie. "Just like I told you, Harl, my girl."
"You are so big hearted, boss." Harley blew the Joker a kiss before leaving the three of them alone.
"So, now it's just me and you and a dog named Boo." The Joker smiled sardonically. "Bullock. What are you doing down here when your sweetheart is so lonely up there all by herself?"
Bullock gave the Joker a look that could kill, but with some great effort, he managed his way up onto the gurney, nearly knocking Montoya off. The gurney quaked with the added weight but miraculously held them both.
"So?" Bullock growled, unable to look Montoya in the eye.
"Kiss." The Joker said reasonably.
Montoya couldn't move even though her first instinct was to run. Bullock was well within reaching distance from her, something she did not often encourage on her own time. He was staring her down, his face unreadable. Then he moved, fast. A peck on the cheek… chaste, painless, almost nonexistent.
"Oh come on, Bullock. You can do better then that!" Joker chastised the cop.
"What is it you want, Joker?" Bullock asked.
"Lips. Let her know you mean it!"
Montoya was at the edge of the gurney, the urge to rush the door was greater then ever. But under the weight of Bullock's gaze, she could barely move. She was proud of herself for staying put when he moved back in closer to her. He was there. Right in front of her face so that she could feel and smell his breath. He took a hold of her chin lightly with the tips of her fingers and lifted it up slightly. She stared into his eyes. It looked like he was trying to tell her something with that look. I'm sorry? Just get it over with, she thought to herself. As if in answer, he kissed her again. It was a little longer and definitely more sensual then the first peck had been. When he pulled away, he still had that apologetic look on his face. Montoya was surprised that the man knew how to kiss so well.
"O-o-o! Be still my heart!" The Joker gushed. "That is just the cu-u-u-utest thing!"
Bullock was deadly silent, looking everywhere else but at Montoya.
"Well?" Joker prompted.
"Well what?" Bullock was afraid to ask.
"Don't stop on my account."
Bullock stared over at the Joker. "What?"
The crazy man gestured at them, "Continue."
"Montoya." Bullock balked, not certain he could continue without a gun in his face.
"Bullock. If it's to keep Barbara safe, then, well…" Montoya didn't want it any more then Bullock did, but she was giving him permission if only to keep Miss Gordon from harm. She reached for him and drew him closer. "Then we got to do what we got to do." She pulled him in and kissed him.
The Joker stood back and watched as two of Gotham's finest made out, if only under duress, in front of him. His face was unreadable, as if he were wearing a mask.
It'd been a while since he'd kissed anyone like he was kissing Montoya. If the circumstances had been just a tad bit different, it would have been most pleasurable. It wasn't even so much so that it was with Montoya, it was just the whole thing with the Joker and Barbara. It sort of killed the buzz.
"Bored, bored, bored." The Joker sighed dangerously.
Montoya found it hard to relax with the man watching her with those piercing green eyes. She slightly panicked when he broke her concentration with his calm threat. The Joker was upping the stakes and she had to wonder just how far he was willing to take the game.
She wrapped her arms around Bullock and forced her tongue into his surprised mouth. He managed to respond in turn after a few moments of gathering his wits. It was so hard to perform in front of an audience, even if that audience was only one. She continued to French him, trying not to imagine what would happen to her if she stopped.
"Well, Bullock?" Joker asked from his vantage point.
Bullock wasn't sure what to make of his comment.
"Bases aren't all loaded yet."
Bullock inwardly sighed. Montoya hesitated for just a moment in kissing him, but then continued, tongue delving deeper as if giving him permission to just do it. He reached up and cupped her breast, messaging it uncertainly as if afraid it'd break, or that he would be smacked. He couldn't help it, even despite the circumstances, he started to get those burning urges below. He was Frenching and caressing a beautiful woman, it would have taken considerable work for him to NOT be turned on eventually.
Montoya knew the Joker would be waiting for even more and began to pull Bullock's shirt out of his pants. Her hands roved his broad chest from under his shirt as they continued to seek each other's tonsils with their tongues.
She had to change her sitting position. Leg cramp. Without breaking contact, she maneuvered herself up onto her knees, temporarily towering over Bullock, then swung first one leg around, then the other until she straddled the gurney. Her dress was pulled up almost revealing her panties. Bullock had to brace himself with one hand or else he'd fall on top of her. Montoya had to break for some air. It should have been more obscene then it was. She gasped for breath and stared at him. Her hands were still clutching at his chest and he still had a hold of hers. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if Bullock was still fully disgusted with the activity or was aroused on some level. Then she had to wonder why she cared one way or another.
"Usually clothes start coming off at this point." The Joker suggested mildly.
Bullock swallowed hard. He didn't know if he could do it. But there was more then just his pride on the line. It was just so wrong. He knew he'd done many crummy things in his life. Lot's of those he could live with. But he'd never forced himself on a woman. That was something he didn't know he could forgive. Never mind that there was the life of a loved one on the line. He quickly looked up when he felt Montoya undo his bow tie and then began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I can't, Montoya." He ignored the pulse in his groin that said otherwise.
She slid his shirt down off his shoulders, the jacket bunched up at his wrists. "You have to raise your arms for this to work." She said gently.
Reluctantly, he did so. His jacket and shirt were cast aside with his tie.
"Now her." Joker quipped.
Bullock reached behind her back and found the zipper to her dress. He took a deep breath and then slowly drew the zipper down. The straps slipped off her shoulders revealing her bright red pushup bra. The dress fell down around her waist. He never realized how tiny she was. Of course, compared to him, almost anyone would be seen as a rake, he figured sourly.
"What are you two stopping for? You're still clothed."
Montoya stared down at Bullock's fly looking like it was something dangerous. The image of Barbara being harmed at the hands of the Joker was enough to spurn her forward. She gestured for him to get up on his knees. He did so and she proceeded to pull his pants down. Thank God he was wearing what looked like clean underwear. For some reason, she had suspected that all his boxers were riddled with holes… not that she spent hours a day thinking about Bullock's underwear. Honest. The thought had just hit her was all.
Shoes, socks, and then the pants came off the rest of the way until all Bullock was wearing was his boxers.
"Tit for tat, Bullock." Joker snickered at his pun.
Bullock sighed and reached around her back again, releasing the bra. He couldn't help it. He was a guy. He knew he was staring at her and couldn't stop himself from it. He took her dress and pulled it up and over her head. Now they were both just in their underwear. Please just let it end there, Bullock feverishly wished but had a sinking feeling that someone like the Joker wouldn't just stop there.
"Well? Come on, now. I swear, you two are just impossible! Do you want me to go in there and take it all off for you? Must I do EVERYTHING? Haven't you people EVER had SEX before?" The Joker asked dangerously and began to approach them.
Bullock's head whipped around. "WHAT?"
Joker shook his head at a complete loss. "You know, you're a man… well, sort of, and she's a woman, and this is the most romantic day of the year." The Joker brought his hands together.
Montoya felt the heat of embarrassment in her face. She was exposed, not only in front of Bullock, but in front of one of the most dangerous men in Gotham. She let her hair hang in front of her face and just wanted to melt away and disappear. And now it seemed that going all the way had been the ultimate goal of the Joker's all along.
"Looks like I'll have to finish for you, Bullock, if you wont do it." Joker sneered at the man.
"You lay a hand on her, so help me God, I'll hollow your skull out with a long handled spoon through your ass!" Bullock spat, preparing to leap onto their tormenter.
"Such strong words when the life of a loved one is on the line." The glossy print of Barbara was once more shoved into his face. "I thought you'd be willing to do ANYTHING to see her get back safely to daddy?"
"How do we even know she's here and in danger?" Bullock asked logically.
Joker grinned then talked into walkie-talkie, "Harley? Let's hear her."
"You got it, Puddin." Came the response.
There was a pause then Barbara's voice clearly was heard on Harley's end, "Hello? Bullock? Are you there?"
Joker's smile widened and he switched off his end. "Need more incentive?"
The blood seemed to have run out of Bullock's face. "What have you done to her?"
"Nothing… yet." The Joker replied. "Are you two going to continue to do nothing?"
Bullock looked back at Montoya who was now peering up at him with the same look of a mouse confronted by a snake. It took everything she had to reach down and remove his boxers from the equation. She didn't look down. Her eyes were locked on a point on his shoulder. Just because she had to have sex, didn't mean she had to look. She stiffened as she felt Bullock pluck at her panties. She had no choice but to relinquish them without complaint.
Bullock noticed that she refused to look down. Of course he noticed, he was a cop and cops noticed everything. He was rather proud of himself for not taking visual liberties of her full body even though he had every opportunity to do so.
"I can't do this, Montoya. I can't… rape you."
Finally Montoya looked back at him, eyes locked. "It wont be rape if I guide you in." She laid back and drew him down with her.
To Be Continued-