Title: Chapter Two: Burger King
Genre: Internet Chatting, Romance, Humor, Angst, Blood - lots more.
Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman)/Joker
Rating: This one will most likely range from PG-13 to R. Later scenes will be a lot more intense
Story Summary: While browsing the internet on Bruce's day off, he finds a chatting website, and decides 'What the hell, might as well check it out.' After making his account and spiffing up his profile, he searches for a room that fits his needs, and he stumbles upon one that's named 'The BK Lounge.' Good enough, right? So he enters, and he's sitting there, reading the conversations, typing in his own thoughts at the right moments, and suddenly he's talking to this guy who's pretty cool. And the guy lives in Gotham, how coincidental!
Chapter Summary: Time to blow up Burger King!
Author's Note: It may be shorter than the first chapter, but it's still awesome and action-packed!
Disclaimer: I never have, nor will own Batman.
Buses. Who fucking liked them? All the people cramped together, way too close for freaking comfort. The Joker especially hated when people stared.
He just couldn't pry his eyes away from those curious brown eyes staring at him, even though he freaking wanted to so-o badly. The thing in its supposed mother's hands looked at him with that child-like stare, hand secured in its mouth, tooth-less gums sucking away at the tiny digits. Not even his glare made the infant look away from him, it just kept fucking staring! It even laughed when his nostrils flared and he gave a low growl under his breath.
A scowl escaped his lips as he finally sighed and let his eyes roll over in his sockets, landing back on the creature now reaching out for him, giggling and cooing cutely.
"You're smelly," he cooed back, lifting up his hands so he could wiggle his fingers at the small child, who bounced with glee at being acknowledged. "And ugly."
The mother finally looked back at the man in purple, him looking away so his hat and hair hid his face, and she sneered at him with utter hate, turning her child around so it couldn't look at the Joker. Behind her back he made faces, mouthing insults at the back of her head, and innocently turning serious when she turned her head to look at him.
"You're despicable," she spat as the bus stopped, and she shoved past everyone, shielding her baby as if it was freaking Jesus' kid or something.
The clown huffed, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, eyes fluttering up and down. "People. They just don't understand artists of my stature."
He pushed people out of his way as he made for the door, saying things such as, "Yes, move out of my way fat ass," and "Grandma, haven't you ever heard the saying 'Hot before not'?"
He hopped off the steps, and began skipping down the street full of people, a broad smile on his face as he made his way for the large cheeseburger resting on a building. Don't let me forget - Taco Bell must be destroyed too.
Yes, the giant taco would get its share of fun too.
The doors opened automatically for him, and he stopped for a second, arms frozen in mid-air as he turned to look at the opened doors with a look of shock. He looked over his shoulder at the cashier staring at him, and he pointed at the doors, nodding his head as he said, "Those are some polite doors you got there, kid."
No one was there. The smell of grease and fatty foods filled his nostrils. Perfect.
The boy behind the register rolled his eyes, pushing back his jet black bangs and adjusting his cap. He had a weary look in his olive green eyes as the Joker sauntered up to the counter, and his lips twitched into a deep frown. "May I take your freaking order, sir?"
The Clown Prince smiled at the rude teen, his eyes roaming the other's body, noting how skinny and fragile he looked. So easy to break. He folded his hands on the marble surface, separating himself from the young boy, and he leaned in closer, the smile never leaving his face.
"Hi."
The boy's eyebrows rose high, now hidden beneath his black bangs, and his eyes went back to that nonchalant 'I don't give a shit' look.
"What the hell do you want?" was all he asked, crossing his arms, weight falling onto his left side.
Teenagers these days. No respect for their elders. I should teach this kid a lesson he'll never forget. \pard line The smile only widened, his ruby lips threatening to dip over those slender, hollow cheek bones of the Joker's. His lips pulled down into what could only be described as a childish pout, and his eyes fell into a puppy-dog look. "Oh dear, and I only wanted to play a little game with you."
The kid didn't seem phased, only glared harder, trying to look ever scarier?
Suddenly he licked his lips, and backed away, raising his arms in an 'okay, you got me' kind of way. He quickly reached his hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out his knife, launching over the counter and grabbing the kid by the back of the head, pulling him over the top and pushing the blade close to his lips."Hey . . . hey, no, no, no, look at me," he pulled the face forward, the blade nicking the skin of his chin at the same time. Those eyes flickered over, tears pooling in the corners, casting fear at the Joker. "There we go," He licked his lips, smiling wickedly, "I like seeing those pretty eyes of yours laced with fear."
The kid pulled away again, and once more the Joker pulled forward on his chin, tsking disapprovingly at the struggling teen. "No, no, you're only making it harder if you struggle."
He let him wear himself out before he pulled the boy closer, smiling at him, showing his scars off, and those eyes couldn't help but stare at them. Noting the attention he was receiving, he let out a low rumble of chuckles. "You want to know how I got these scars?"
His eyes twitched to the up, almost in thought, as his tongue crawled like a worm out of its hole, moistening the lip underneath. "You see . . . I was a bit of a hell raiser, like you. I didn't like to listen, didn't like to obey. Wasn't my thing," the Joker bared his yellow teeth to the kid, in a giant smile. "So arrogant. So stupid. My father didn't like that one bit, no, no, no, not one fucking bit."
The blade in his hands pushed deeper, and those gloved hands moved to a more secure position on the back of the kid's head. "He said I had a mouth on me, and he didn't like that. Said I talked too much. Said I was too cocky for my own britches. Well, one day, I pushed the line a little to far. Back-talked him like there was no tomorrow, and mommy was out, so she wasn't there to stop it. Yeah, daddy dearest didn't like that one bit. Didn't like that I defied him.
"Said, 'You like talking so much, let's widen that mouth of your's, make it bigger. You'll have a reason for talking so much.' He grabs me by the hair, takes out his pocket knife, and puts it against me like this," the blade dipped into the panting boy's mouth, and slid against the edge of the boy's mouth, making blood leak onto the shiny metal. "Don't you want a bigger mouth?"
The blood splattered across the counter, across his face, sticking in his eyelashes and staining his clothes. He let the body go, watched it fall to the counter, and slowly slide off, falling to the tiled Burger King floor in a clutter of limp body parts.
A tiny gasp caught his ear drums and he looked up at the stunned frozen figure standing in the narrow hallway, a girl, with platinum blonde hair in pig tails. Her bottom lip had two metal rings on each side looped through it, her ears had plugs in the lobes, the size where you could fit your finger through it, and her cartilages were pierced to the point of overflow. Her nose had a stud on the left side, and the Clown Prince could only imagine what other places on her body could be pierced.
"Tyler."
He snatched a napkin from the metal napkin holder beside the register, and gingerly began to wipe his blade clean of any blood. His dark chocolate eyes rose up to the girl's blue ones, and once more his tongue slipped out of his mouth and swiped over his blood soaked lips, tasting the iron-y flavor and shuddering against it. "I'm sorry. Was that your boyfriend?"
His head raised as he heard her body fall to the floor, and she was huddled over the dead body, tears pouring from her eyes. Feeling his gaze, she looked up at him, horror and hate written all over her face. "How could you?!"
His eyes widened, and he made his way around the counter, letting his hand trace the smooth marble as he repeatedly clicked his tongue, eyes gazing over the interior of the Burger King he was in. "Well . . . apparently I could, couldn't I?"
She was watching, holding the body against her chest, cradling the head in her arms with those death glazed green eyes staring off into space. Blood was all over her, and it made the Joker smile. "You see, I had this idea today. I was going to blow up Burger King. You see, I have this really grumpy boyfriend - like you, and well . . . he doesn't seem to pay attention to me enough. So I thought, if I started doing things for him, he'd love me. This is all for him, really. "
The Joker kneeled down next to the girl, eyes boring holes into her nervous blue's. "But it turns out, he didn't like it very much. Not. One. Bit. He starts coming after me, dressed up like this big, bad, bat - and he beats me up, sends me to this nice little place called Arkham. I only wanted to make him happy. I only wanted to give him the world. I only wanted to see him smile!"His temper soared a bit, as he shouted the last part, eyes becoming a monstrous green color, and suddenly he pulled himself back together, smoothing out his hair and letting a casual smile plaster over his white face. "So I did this. See these scars?"
He raised his head, turned it to the side to give her a better look, and traced over the deep gashes in his face. Then he turned his head forward, and licked his lips. "And he says I'm crazy. I'm not crazy, though, I just love him. He doesn't understand, though, and he gets even angrier! Won't see the world from my point of view, won't understand me or listen to me like I want him to! "
His temper got the best of him again, and he grabbed the girl violently by the chin, his voice becoming murderous, almost as if he was an animal. "Why won't you listen?!"
"Joker, let her go!"
Too late. His blade stabbed her throat, penetrating her wind pipe, gagging her of the oxygen her lungs need. The blood was all over, spurting outward, like a fountain, spraying all over him. A far off look settled in his eyes as the girl fell down, and the voice that had spoken became clearer to him now. The malicious grin that spread over his face was against his control - he had lost control.
He slowly stood to his feet, and turned, facing the man in black standing at the door.
"Darling, it's been too long. I missed you."
I want you.
"You fiend!"
It was already starting like this. Where his veins boiled inside of him and he wanted to rip the Man in Purple's balls off. The blood all over his face made him look even more menacing, even more crazy, and god was this man crazy.
"Me? Bats, darling, sweety, baby, what are you talking about? I leave for three days and I come home to this? This relationship of our's is taking a nasty turn." The man was pouting, no doubt, and it was disgusting to see a grown man with that kind of immature face.
"Fuck off!" He let the Bat inside of him lunge forward, fist connecting with the white painted jaw, the sickening sound of a crack following the body that stumbled backward into the wall - the laughter he hadn't heard in three days coming back to him like a brick falling on his head.
He came in for more; he slammed his fist into the frail man's gut, grabbed him by the hair and shoved him as hard as he could into the wall, and kneed him in the groin.
The Joker only laughed harder, and it was almost relieving to hear that familiar laugh, almost as if Bruce suddenly had a pur . . . pose . . .
"What's wrong?" Bruce looked up at those sparkling brown eyes, just now realizing he had stopped his bludgeoning. "Are you suddenly reconsidering are nightly routine?"
"I really hate you!" Bruce landed another punch in the man's gut, listening to the crack of ribs being broken, and the laughter that followed.
"You don't know how much I missed this." The Joker waved a hand in the air, eyes bouncing back and forth around the room, tongue darting out on cue to wet the man's bottom lip. "I did nothing over these past few days. I got so bored I went on this chatting website and talked to this dude I didn't even know."
"What?"
The Joker paused at the sudden disbelief in his Bat's voice. "Jealous that I talked to another man, love? Not my fault you're not working harder to keep this relationship going. While I'm slaving away, you're still beating the shit out of me. Talk about abuse." -
"No. A website? You chatted?"
Green eyes went curious, and for once, the Joker looked stumped. "Yes. I. went. to. a. chatting. web. site. I talked to some dude, from Gotham, and - oh, get this, his username was DarkKnight34."
"Jesus Christ . . ."Bruce dropped the man, watched him fall and cringe, watched the way the Joker's head lolled over to the side and his eyes flinched up at him. "Couldn't you have set me down a little more gently?"
Bruce ignored it, he kneeled down and looked dead serious into those green eyes. "You're an asshole."
The Joker made a face, that read 'what the fuck' all over it. "Well, sheesh, if I had known this would've made you jealous I would have done it a long time ago. So, what, have you suddenly realized how badly you want me?"
Long, bloody, eyelashes fluttered sensually toward the man in black, and a fit of giggles escaped the Joker's mouth, but it didn't last long, because it turned into choking as Bruce wrapped his hand around the thin neck of his enemy's.
"You said I was just another crazy man in tights!"
It was a slow process for the words to sink in, but when they did, the Joker was shoving his fist into the other man's mouth full throttle. He stood with a snarl on his face, his eyes wild and he spit blood from his mouth, and wiped it with his purple jacket sleeve.
"You said I was a spoiled-fucking-brat, begging for attention! You said I was a monster! You said you wished Batman would . . . finish me up!"
He watched the man come back at him with another raised fist, but he caught it, his anger turning him into the most dangerous weapon one could think of. He smiled as he twisted the arm around, testing its flexibility, savoring the flickers of pain licking up those dark blue eyes, until snap, crackle, POP!
"Sounds like you just broke your arm, doesn't it?"
He threw the useless man backward and stepped over him, bowed down low so he was leering over top, watched that mouth hiss and those eyes glare deeply into his soul. "Oooh, I'm going to love this!"
The Joker twisted his head to the side, cracking his neck, and then he stared down with hungry eyes at his little tight wearing mammal. Reaching down he grabbed the man, lifted him up so there chests touched, made it so he was a breath away from those tempting lips and dark blue eyes. "Is that what you think of me, Batsy? You think I do this for myself, so everyone will look at me. Well you're wrong!"
He sunk his teeth into the man's bottom lip, nice and sharp, pulled away and watched the blood dribble down Batsy's chin, and then he licked it away, and sucked almost lovingly on the wound he had placed on Batman's lip.
"Look at me," he whispered, calmly, letting one of his hands release the man to run a shaky hand down the side of his face. Those eyes refused to budge, though, and god, he was pissed! "Look at me!"
Bruce flinched as he looked up into those restless green orbs, now caught in a trance, and god, this was what he was afraid would happen if he looked up.
"Are you scared yet, Batsy? Look at me, you're driving me crazy!"
Bruce lied to himself. Told himself he wasn't scared, because the Batman didn't have time for things like that. He looked up with blank eyes, and whispered, "no."
This angered the Joker, it was clear by the way his upper lip curled back in a snarl, and his nostrils flared dangerously.
"Oooh, but you should be. No, no, Batsy, you really should be."
Batman looked away, tried to ignore the man above him, but this only made the Joker more angry. His hand grabbed Batman's chin and lifted his face up, nails digging into the smooth pink flesh, letting who knows how many germs get into his body.
"I won't be ignored! Listen to me, Batsy, because I'm sick of you throwing me away like a piece of trash!"
"That's all you are," Bruce whispered, low and to himself, but it didn't go unheard.
He was dropped, suddenly, and he watched the Joker withdraw to the corner of the Burger King they were in, watched those eyes become nothing but glossed over glass. He was mumbling something under his breath, but Batman couldn't make it out, and he didn't know if he wanted to either. He took his communicator out of his pocket and dialed Commissioner Gordon's phone. Time to get this crazy back to Arkham.
"It's funny how you're the one that I need," Bruce looked down at the man now confronting him in a soft voice, "And I'm the one that you loathe."
He wouldn't complain with that statement.
"It was a really coincidence that we found each other on that chatting web site. We were drawn to one another, no one else, and we got along great. Next thing you know, I'm trying to blow up Burger King and you suddenly go back to that hate-love thing you've got going on for me. The funniest thing about all of it is . . ."
Bruce was trying to ignore the Joker as he babbled on about the past, and tried to talk to Gordon instead.
One little comment threw him off though, and made him hang up. "You wanted me."
Finally those eyes were on him, knowing, mocking, green as ever and still a little far off. Bruce growled at the slumped clown in the corner, and strode back over, leaning down at taking that white painted chin in his hand, noticing the peach color that was produced as some of the paint smudged off onto his glove.
He tipped the face up, making those eyes look at him, and they were very willing as they stared up at him, a familiar smile spreading over the Joker's face. "You wanted me."
He noted the way the man groaned as he slammed him into the wall, smile snaking up his face, eyes fluttering open to stare needily into his own. "Come get me . . ."
His emotions were raging inside of him, but he'd never admit this out loud. He rose to his feet, bringing the man with him, and twisted his whole body around, throwing the man into the wall on the other side. Gordon would be coming, he had to be fast.
Stomping over to the Joker, who's mouth was letting a mix between a strangled moan and a hoarse laugh out, he picked the man up and shoved him into the wall a second time, growling as he did.
The Joker let out a cough, and blood escaped his mouth, speckling Bruce's gloved hands with red dots. His smile was full force though, never ending, never fading. They were both panting, tired, worn out, in pain.
"Sometimes . . . I dream about you," the man choked out, his tongue weakly flitting across his bottom lip, licking away the blood. "And you're harder than I am right now."
The Joker laughed as he looked down with Batman, just now taking note of the indeed there bulge in his crotch area. "And you're screaming, writhing, panting against me. Our bodies are tangled to the point where we don't know who's who, and there's blood all over, and finally . . ." -
Batman didn't want to hear it, he dropped the man to the ground, and made his way for the doors. Behind him he heard the man whisper something, but he didn't care, he exited the doors that opened automatically for him, and sauntered over to his Batmobile.
Never again would he search the fucking internet. NEVER!
The Joker watched the doors close behind the cowled vigilante, and he leaned his head against the back of the wall, letting his eyes fall shut. He welcomed the darkness, craved for sleep, wanted the ringing in his head to go away. He wanted Batman to make it all go away.
He heard the doors open again, and all the footsteps coming after him. He felt the arms wrapping around him, his arms being shoved behind his back and hand-cuffed their, heard the voices screaming around him. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he groaned loudly.
I didn't get to blow Burger King, or fucking Taco Bell up!
How depressing.
He fought his eyes awake, and watched as he was hauled for the doors, to a swat truck that was visible through the clear glass of the doors. They opened automatically for him, and as they shoved him into the truck he stared at that door good and hard.
Under his breath, a smile tugging at his lips, he looked over to the guard next to him who looked at him with complete disregard, and he pointed to the doors.
"Those are some polite doors, aren't they?"