Author's Note: Song: Sunspot's by Nine Inch Nails.
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters. Yeah, I know, it makes me sad too.
The Batman looked down at the clown, his nemesis, who was now sporting a set of fresh cuts and bruises but still held onto his maniacal grin. He stared down at the smaller man with his usual stoic face before giving him another swift punch in the stomach; forcing the other male to topple over, laughing hoarsely.
"Wow, Batsy, you, uh, seem especially aggravated today. I'm not even trying to, uh, escape" He chuckled as he raised his hands, feigning innocence. The Batman simply glared at him before lifting the Joker up by his collar, holding him only inches away from his face.
He felt consumed by rage and other emotions every time he looked at the maniac, especially today. He felt his blood boiling and fought to control himself; to keep his thick hands from wrapping around that thin neck and snapping it, putting and end to him once and for all.
Ending the other's life would put a stop to all that madness and senseless violence and make it so that he would never have to see that gruesome grinning face again. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. Bruce tried his best to hold on to Batman's ideals. On nights like this, however, he felt himself slipping away.
Sunspots cast a glare in my eye.
Sometimes I forget I'm alive.
The joker noticed that the larger man was slightly distracted. He saw the strange gleam in the Bat's eyes and frowned. He wanted his favorite foe to have as much fun as he was having.
"Oh Bats… " He crooned hoarsely, licking his lips, finally getting the other man's attention again. Said man just growled and shoved him back against the wall with so much force that when the smaller man's head hit the wall he momentarily saw spots. He winced, and rubbed his head before grinning up at the other man with his red ruined mouth, stretching his scars.
"Why is it that I actually enjoy the pain when its you dealing the blows?"
"Because you're sick." The caped crusader replied harshly. He'd never admit it out loud but he enjoyed it too. He sometimes dreamt about there exchanges of violence, relishing when it was his turn to give out the beatings. He had even sicker dreams about the other man on other occasions. He forced himself not to dwell on those unpleasant thoughts and to focus on the task at hand.
"What are you planning Joker?" He began questioning the man again who had broken out in a fit of disturbing giggles. He leaned in closer to the other as a form of intimidation, with there faces only inches away.
"You think I have a plan?" He raised an eyebrow at the black clad man, grinning.
The Batman didn't respond, he merely continued to glare at the other behind his mask.
The clown prince continued, smirking even wider this time "Well, maybe this time I do…." The masked man opened his mouth as if to reply and the other took this opportunity to close the distance between them.
I feel it coming and I've got to get out of its way.
I hear it calling and I come because I can't disobey.
I should not listen and I shouldn't believe what I do, yes I do…
Painted red lips met soft pink ones as the Joker and Batman shared their first kiss.
Bruce's eyes widened at the initial contact as his mind started racing, trying to figure out what action he should take. Should he push the other man away or return the kiss as he had done in all those dreams? The moment the clown's tongue snaked out of his ruined mouth to request entrance into the others, however, all thoughts escaped the larger man and his eyes shut letting the other in.
It was as if every fight, ever punch and knife wound, had led up to this one moment. As the Joker twisted his tongue around the Dark Knight's, causing him to shudder from the delicious sensation, he began to run his large gloved hands all over the purple suit, one finding its way into the mess of green hair, tugging at the emerald locks.
In response the Joker snaked his arms up around the bat's broad shoulders, feeling the other begin to dominate the kiss, suddenly forcing his back against the wall as he took control.
[He] turns me on.
[He] makes it real.
I have to apologize for the way I feel.
My life, it seems has taken a turn.
Why in the name of god would I ever want to return?
In response, the Joker began to grind his hips into the other, making the Batman groan deeply into his mouth as he began to kiss him even harder, nipping and then biting the other's lips who couldn't help but chuckle darkly at the first taste of blood.
He began grinding himself against the other man even harder, both moaning at the delicious sensation the friction gave them both. The masked man's lips suddenly released the other's, who whimpered softly from the loss of contact, before he could stop himself. The Batman smirked before attacking the other's neck with his now slightly red lips, not caring that he was leaving marks that would become bright purple bruises the next day.
Peel off our skin, we're gonna burn what we were to the ground.
Fuck in the fire and we'll spread all the ashes around.
I wanna kill away the rest of what's left and I do, yes I do…
He began to pull at the other's clothing, removing his mouth from that pale neck only to jerk the other's custom purple jacket off his small frame before continuing his attack, this time on the man's collar bone that was now exposed due to a rip in his shirt.
The Joker began to moan and buck his hips even more as he felt the large gloved hands begin to start working on his pants, forcing them down to his knees to expose his lack of undergarments. He gasped as the cold night's air made contact with his bare skin. He was so hard that it hurt. The Batman's eyes widened as he gazed down at the Joker's nearly naked body, his upper half only covered by his ripped dress shirt that was now nearly in shreds. He would never admit it out loud but the slim, pale criminal before him was beautiful.
[He] turns me on.
[He] makes it real.
I have to apologize for the way I feel.
He stared down at the other, as if almost afraid to continue. The joker grinned, but this time with heavy lidden lust filled eyes, as he pulled the other man back down into a kiss. All the passion that had been consuming them before retuned ten fold and they both felt as if they were drowning in liquid fire.
And nothing can stop me now.
There is nothing to fear.
And everything I'd ever want
Is inside of here…
Sensitive bare flesh rubbed against kelvar as they smashed lips and toungs and teeth once more until the Batman, growing impatient, flipped the other around and began attempting the difficult task of loosening himself from the suit. He wanted the other man. He needed him. He couldn't wait. While wrestling his suit he continued assaulting the others neck from behind, and in frustration he bit down hard on the pale neck, drawing more blood than he intended to.
The Joker gasped, then chuckled out in a strained voice "Why is it that I .. ah, enjoy pain so much when it's coming from you?"
The Batman couldn't help but let a husky laugh escape his own lips as he realized that this had been the clown's plan all along. He had fallen right into his trap but he couldn't bring himself to be angry. Instead he replied, surprising even himself.
"I enjoy hurting you too…"
Now I just stare into the sun,
And I see every thing I've done.
I think I could have been someone,
But I can't stop what has begun…
He finally made a brake through with his suit and had almost freed his lower half when he heard the wail of sirens. The other turned around to face him, and they locked eyes as the siren's warning began to grow louder, and closer.
They shared a look of annoyance and regret between the two of them, and then suddenly it was the Batman pulling the other into a kiss, this time firm and desperate, and quick. He filled it with all the need he was experiencing for the other man. He broke the kiss just as suddenly, reaching down and picking up the discarded jacket, handing it to the smaller man who had still not removed his gaze from the other's masked face.
When everything is said and done,
And there is no place left to run,
I think I used to be someone,
But I just stared into the sun…
His old sly grinned returned suddenly to his painted face as he tossed a joker card towards the other's feet. "Well, until next time, lover boy…" he teased, adjusting his jacket.
The Batman grunted in response as he watched the criminal make his get away.
When he was out of site he bent down and picked up the card, his souvenir of the night's unexpected events, and began to make his way towards Wayne Manor just as the first drops of rain began to fall on Gothem.
