Hello again! Thank you everyone for your great comments! This chapter has a slight bit of fluff, and I'm hoping I did it ok and that it doesn't seem OOC. I just saw the opportunity for it and I couldn't resist! This picks up right from the last chapter. Anyway, enjoy and let me know how I did!

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Crane found himself straddled on top of the Joker, erection throbbing, heart racing, breathing fast. There was blood under his nails and his jacket was on the floor.

Joker snapped to attention and grabbed Crane before he could get away. He sat up and forced Crane onto his back, restraining his hands.

"WHERE IS HE! BRING HIM BACK!"

Crane struggled and thrashed. "LET ME GO!"

"BRING HIM BACK!"

"I CAN'T!"

"What do you mean you can't!"

"HE LEFT! HE'S GONE!"

Joker growled in frustration and ground against Crane. If he couldn't have what he wanted then he would at least get something.

Crane tried. He really did. But he couldn't stop the moan that fell out of his mouth. The friction felt so good, and Joker surrounded him, enveloped him. He couldn't escape. And he was afraid. Fear flooded Crane's veins and clouded his thoughts.

"Admit it Jonathan."

"Scarecrow!"

Joker tilted his head and stared.

"You were mad at me because I was the one in control. I was getting what I wanted and you weren't getting what you wanted."

Joker was simply fascinated. Scarecrow was talking and then Crane was. It was like watching an actor have a dialogue with another person but by himself.

"NO!" Crane was thrashing, shaking his head side to side, trying to get out from underneath the Joker.

"Yes Jonathan. You don't want me to fuck Joker; you want him to fuck you. You want to be afraid."

"NO! NO!"

"Oh?" Now isn't this interesting? You want me to fuck you Jonny? You want me to make you scream?"

Crane shook his head and shut his eyes but Joker could feel Crane's erection harden and throb at his words.

Joker ground down again, but this time he didn't stop. He went faster and faster and leaned down to take Crane's mouth in his own.

Crane kissed back. He couldn't help it. He tried rolling his hips with the Joker's and he felt a sharp pressure at the base of his spine. He wanted more of it.

Scarecrow pulled Crane's head away and spoke.

"He wants knives, Joker. Get your knives."

Crane's eyes widened in terror. "NO! DON'T!"

"Heh heh. You are a fun toy Jonny. Scarecrow, keep him still."

"NO!"

Scarecrow took control again so Joker could get to his coat and pull out several knives. He walked back slowly, looking predatorily down at Crane. He held a knife to Crane's throat and Scarecrow vanished again.

"You're wearing way too much clothing Jonny."

While holding a knife to Crane's throat with his left hand he used the knife in his right hand to rip open Crane's shirt.

"Mmm, you are pale. Ever heard of the sun?"

"Ever heard of a shower?"

Crane was livid. How dare Scarecrow find this out and tell Joker against his will? Damn him!

Joker brought that knife up and stuck it in Crane's mouth.

"Maybe I should cut out that nasty tongue of yours."

Crane didn't know why he did it. He didn't know where it came from. And he didn't know why it made him excited but instead of freezing when he felt the blade hit his tongue he closed his eyes and wrapped his mouth around it, very gently sucking.

The sight was incredibly erotic. Joker had struck gold. He had to thank Scarecrow later. He slightly nudged the blade to the left and cut the side of Crane's mouth.

Crane gave in. There was no going back. He just wanted his pants off. He kept his eyes closed and whimpered when he felt the blade cut into his mouth. The coppery taste of blood mixed with the cool taste of steel.

Joker flipped the knife at Crane's neck over so that the very tip made a fine line down his chest until the blade stopped at his pants line.

Crane arched and bit down, causing the blade to cut more into his mouth.

"How about we go deeper, hmm?"

Joker undid Crane's belt and tugged his pants off. Crane's erection was lying flat on his stomach and already wet with pre cum.

"Who's the dirty one now Jonny?" Joker laid the knife flat against Crane's erection and he whimpered. "And I thought I was masochistic."

Crane stopped sucking on the blade and let it hang on his bottom lip. He took a few shallow breaths.

"I'm not."

Joker laughed. "You're not eh?"

Joker brought the knife up and cut a small gash into Crane's chest.

Crane cried out in pain.

"Stop it!"

Joker was confused. He did it again. Crane's erection started flagging.

"Hmm. You really don't like it. You seemed to like sucking on it though."

"That's different."

"Different? HA!" Joker traced Crane's lip with the knife. "This blade was in your mouth. With just a little push I could make you choke on your own blood. How—"

Crane moaned. Joker stopped and considered it.

"What if I drag the knife down here?" he brought the knife back down to Crane's erection and tangled the blade in the curls. He smiled that wicked smile. "It would be so easy. All my knives are sharp."

Crane was fully hard again. Joker started understanding.

"SO. It's the danger. The threat. The anticipation. You're turned on by fear Jonny."

Crane sighed and lifted his hips, trying to get the Joker to pay attention.

"So that's why you let me in. You aren't afraid of your other experiments, are you? That gas really works on them, so you can control them. You couldn't control me and that excited you. Tch, you dirty little boy."

Crane sighed in frustration. "Would you stop talking and just take your pants off?"

Joker licked his lips. "Mmmm. And then what do you want me to do?"

He was being so annoying. Crane did not want to say it, he just wanted it done. So to avoid saying anything, Crane guided the fingers wrapped around the blade hovering on his lips into his mouth and sucked.

"Hmm you want to suck my cock hmm?"

Crane made a face and took the fingers out of his mouth. He grabbed Joker wrist and led it down between his legs.

"AH!" And without warning Joker pushed his two wet fingers into Crane.

Crane mewled. He squirmed and writhed, trying to get Joker's fingers to move.

"Heh heh. Just look at you. All limbs and pale skin. And those beautiful eyes."

So Joker did like his eyes.

You—you sound like…like you've gone sssoft Joker."

"Mmm. Nope. Nice and hard," he grinned and patted his groin.

Crane rolled his eyes. Joker let go of the knife and slid in a third finger. Crane felt his muscles expand and contract, adjusting to the new intrusion. He sighed and let his eyes flutter shut.

"Ah Ah. Open those eyes."

It was difficult. The pleasure was so intense. "You l-like my eyes, don't y-you? Admit it." And he stared strait into Joker's eyes as he licked his bottom lip and then held it between his teeth.

Crane was such a sex kitten! He was beautiful, and his erection throbbed with every word Joker said. Joker was almost hesitant to grant himself any pleasure because he wanted to focus purely on Crane.

Joker's fingers moved in and out, slowly gaining momentum as Crane loosened up. The faster he went the wider Crane opened his legs, until his knees were bent and he could use his feet to move his hips up and down onto Joker's fingers.

"Mmm, I could watch you like this forever."

Crane's eyes widened and his mouth went dry. "NO! N-NO!"

"You say no quite a bit Crane. Maybe, if you say yes, instead, I'll go a little farther." To illustrate his point Joker set down the other knife and wrapped his hand loosely around Crane's erection and tugged.

"Yes!"

Worked like a charm.

Joker started scissoring and twisting his fingers upward, where he felt a chance in texture. This change in texture soon meant that Crane's body spasmed for a second and he cried out in pleasure, pleasantly surprising the Joker.

"Hmm…what was that? Let's do it again."

"Y-yes!" Crane panted.

A few more times and Joker realized that Crane wasn't going to last long if he kept doing that. As fun as it was to see Crane thrash and writhe, Joker was literally going nuts himself. He withdrew his fingers and stripped off his pants, groaning at the wonderful feeling of being released.

When Joker pulled his fingers out without telling him, Crane felt like he had something besides fingers ripped from him. His control was already gone, and dignity was being shed by both of them, so it took him a few moments to figure out what it was.

It was his autonomy.

In that instant he realized several things. One of them was that as soon as this was over, and it was rapidly reaching that point, Joker would leave and go back to whatever it was he was plotting. Another, more aggravating thing he realized was that he didn't want the Joker to step out of his life. But the most infuriating fact was that Scarecrow had seen this coming. Scarecrow knew things about himself that even he didn't know. Not only did wanting the Joker to stay mean that he wanted something that would be a hindrance on his independence, which was entirely contrary to his nature, but the reality that Scarecrow had caused this to happen was more proof that he was steadily loosing grip of his life, of himself. How much more would change? The uncertainty of it all didn't necessarily frighten Crane; it just left him feeling disconnected from himself.

Something wasn't right. Crane was staring off intently and he was starting to get soft. Joker growled and grabbed one of his knifes, holding it against Crane's throat again.

Click click. "Pay attention Jonny boy. No getting lost in that complicated mind of yours. You stay here. Or, if you'd like to make things interesting, I could force you to pay attention, hmm?"

Crane was jerked back into reality by a chill that ran through him when he felt the blade graze his neck and heard Joker's threat.

"And how would you do that Joker?"

Crane's voice was even and sharp, distinctly lacking its hazed abandon that came with complete arousal. It angered the Joker immensely.

He grabbed the other knife, which had a smooth, thick, black rubber handle and shoved it into Crane's mouth. It took a second for it to register before Crane started wrapping his tongue around it.

"Mmm, very good Jonny. Be good and keep those beauties focused on me. That's a good boy."

Knife back at his neck, Joker rasping obscenities at him, and the feel of a phallic object bobbing at the back of his throat all brought Crane back to full arousal and he was anticipating Joker to straddle him, but instead the knife was pulled out of his mouth and shoved into him.

"Nnnghh!"

"Ever been fucked with an object before Jonny?"

The rubber had a peculiar way of tugging his sensitive flesh in a way that demanded his full attention. He wanted it deeper.

"ANSWER ME!"

That earned him more pressure from the knife at his neck and he felt it more as he swallowed and his Adam's apple bobbed against it.

"No. No I haven't."

"Heh. Ever been fucked at all, little boy?"

Honestly, Crane hadn't had the most active sex life. He didn't consider himself to necessarily have a defined orientation, his moral structure was too loose for that, but he never really had any experiences with men before either. He vaguely remembered being hit on at a bar by a tough looking man wearing a brown leather jacket, but his arrogance had rubbed Crane the wrong way and when he accepted the man's offer to be walked to his car, he gassed him as soon as they reached the parking lot.

"No. Have you Joker?"

Joker snarled and thrust the knife deeper.

"You don't get to ask questions now."

Just for that Joker decided that he wouldn't give Crane the pleasure of being genuinely fucked. He ruthlessly pumped the handle in and out, keeping Crane's hips down with his other hand.

"J-Joker! Joker m-more!"

"Heh heh."

Satisfied with Crane's plea, Joker wrapped his hand around Crane's erection and pumped in time with the knife. It didn't take long for Crane to reach his long awaited climax, his fits clenched in the sheets, mouth agape in a keening cry.

The Joker had been expecting Crane to then suck him off, but it didn't exactly turn out that way.

Crane was shaken. He hadn't orgasmed like that for a long, long time. He just wanted to lie there tangled in the sheets and ignore the unpleasant thoughts that started filtering into his mind. He closed his eyes.

"Ah AH, what do you think you're doing Jonny, open those eyes."

Crane just didn't want to face him. It was Joker's turn, and soon as that was over, he'd either have to go through the embarrassing situation of asking Joker to stay, or dealing with the confusing emotional turmoil of him actually leaving.

When Crane didn't open his eyes, Joker got angry.

"JONATHAN CRANE LISTEN TO ME!"

Crane's eyes snapped open.

"You are not allowed to call him Jonathan, Joker."

Shit.

Scarecrow flipped Joker over, landing on top of him and pinning him. He looked pissed. Indeed the passive look that Crane had been wearing was gone and replaced with icy fury.

"Pay attention Joker. As much as you like getting under people's skin and laughing as you leave them broken, you aren't going to do that this time."

Joker found this amusing.

"Oh? And why not?"

Scarecrow's face softened, and he nuzzled Joker's cheek. Joker seized up.

"Because if you do, I'll make love to you. Nice," he inched closer with every word. "And gentle."

Joker was shocked.

"A-and, why, exactly, would you do that?"

"Because Jonathan doesn't have the guts to tell you he wants you to stay."

That didn't make sense.

"He wants me to stay? Become his little caretaker and keep the big bad monsters away?"

Joker had a fit of giggles.

Scarecrow ended it by caressing his cheek and kissing him lightly.

"Whatever it is he wants out of you, you're gonna give him."

Scarecrow had another thing coming if he really thought Joker was going to comply with that. Joker listened only to himself.

"And why do you care so much, dear Scarecrow, what the sniveling little boy wants?"

Scarecrow sat up and gently caressed Joker's sides, up and down.

"How would you respond if I told you that despite your scars, and your obvious insanity, you're quite beautiful, Joker?"

Joker tried to laugh, but it came out nervous.

"So Joker," Scarecrow sensually ground his hips into Joker's. "Are you going to cooperate?"

Joker was sweating, but his erection would not go away.

"Wh-what do I have to do?"

Scarecrow smiled.

"Good. You have two options. I can make love to you and thus make you faint from fear so little Jonathan can come to wrapped in your arms, or, I fuck you and then when I give control back to Jonathan, you wrap you arms around him and tell him to go to sleep. Either way, you're staying here tonight, and you're not turning your back on him."

Joker gulped and wondered how he'd gotten into this mess.

"Fuck me."

Scarecrow's feather light touches immediately became high pressure scratching, and his gentle rubbing became animalistic grinding. Joker huffed in surprise and let his eyes close as he let the pleasure take over.

Scarecrow growled low.

"Now you may like pain, fucking whore, but Jonathan does not. You hurt him and I will strap you down and forcefully make love to you. Understood?"

Joker hastily nodded.

"Good."

Scarecrow took Joker in hand and roughly, mercilessly stroked him to climax. He bit and scratched and pulled Joker's nipples until they bled. Joker almost screamed as he came.

Then fingers with his own cum on them were thrust into his mouth and he obediently sucked them clean.

"Such a dirty little slut aren't you?" Joker moaned and nodded. "As long as you obey and take care of Jonathan's wishes, even if he doesn't tell you, you will get this as your reward."

Now that interested the Joker. Violent sex whenever he wanted? That was hard to come by. If he somehow could maintain enough freedom to operate his dealings within the city then everything would play into his hand.

Joker nodded in agreement and sighed. Now came the unpleasant part. Scarecrow released his grip on Jonathan's consciousness and Crane came to the front, dazed, confused, and flailing.

"What's going on? Scarecrow? Scarecrow!" He turned to the Joker. "Where is he!"

Joker rolled his eyes. "Why do you want to know where he is so badly? He's gone. Let's go to sleep." He tried to be subtle about it. Not make a big deal. Reach out to Crane and gather him in. No such luck.

"What? No!" Crane's cheeks were getting red and his pupils dilated. He sat up leaning against him hands, ready to bolt.

A grin tugged at Joker's mouth. Crane really did want this. Good, it made it easier. If it was something that Crane was hiding, that he was denying, then not only could the Joker do it without being afraid of it, he could relish in it because he could hold the truth against Crane and taunt him with it.. He was used to other's not liking him invade their personal space. If Crane was gonna act like it bothered him, even though it didn't, it subconsciously made the Joker more comfortable.

Joker tackled Crane and pinned him again.

"As much as you'd like to deny it, Jonny, I know what you really want. I've seen into your head."

"Only because Scarecrow knocked me out and told you against my will!"

Not having a response to that, Joker fell back on his impulses and shut Crane up by kissing him. It worked remarkably well, as Crane instantly melted into it, not having the time to think and compose himself.

Joker pulled back and tried not to smirk.

"So do you really want me to leave, Jonny?"

Crane took a breath.

"I want you to stop calling me Jonny."

"Mmm, maybe I will if you answer the question."

"…you're not going to ever stop are you?"

"Hmm there's no reason for me not to refrain from calling you Jonny all the time, now is there?"

The predatory grin Joker gave was sending a message. He was willing to respect Crane's wishes for normal circumstances. But in special ones…

Crane sighed, coming to terms with compromising with the Joker.

"That the best I'm going to get? Fine."

"Ah ah now Crane. Do you want me to leave?"

On the surface Crane looked like one might when solving a difficult math problem. Internally, Crane was desperately searching for Scarecrow. Scarecrow understood his desires, while Jonathan did not. When Scarecrow proved to have vanished, Crane was forced to make the decision on his own.

"No."

"No? You want me to stay?" He sounded like he was telling the funniest joker he'd ever heard.

"If you're going to be an ass about it—"

"If you're gonna be a wimp about it—"

"If you're just going to mock me—"

"I can always call Scarecrow—"

"YES! Yes alright?" Crane shouted. "I want you to stay."

Crane was fuming and blushing at the same time. He looked entirely vulnerable, agitated and naked, eyes wide and motions frantic. Joker was discovering that he had a lot more self control than he thought; not that he really needed it or anything, but at least he didn't laugh in Crane's face.

"There now see? Not the hardest thing to do is it?"

Crane simply rolled over and turned off the light, his back to Joker.

"Goodnight Joker."

Joker smiled deviously.

"Goodnight Crane."

Rustle rustle.

"…Joker?"

"Mmm?"

"Please stay on your side of the bed."

"But isn't this nice? All comfy and close."

"You're going to push me off the bed."

Joker let go of Crane and scooted back to his side.

"Then c'mere."

"What?"

"Come here," and the Joker reached out to Crane yanking him into his arms.

"…is this really necessary?"

Joker chuckled. "Denial is so cute on you."

Crane did not like being called cute, but he found he couldn't refute the fact that he was verbally denying it. In reality it was a great comfort to have Joker that close, even though he smelled, because it assured Crane in a physical way that Joker was indeed not leaving him. He felt strongly attached to Joker, and even though it unsettled him, fighting it would likely result in Scarecrow forcibly revealing everything at once and Crane was more comfortable doing it in his own time. However, letting Joker know just how much he appreciated it would give him more power and control, something that Crane was still trying to cling to. True, he did have Joker's fear of Scarecrow on his side, but Scarecrow was unpredictable and Crane suspected that he had made some sort of agreement with Joker; and Scarecrow's ability to shut him out of consciousness was completely unnerving. So as long as Joker knew what he wanted and gave it to him even if he denied it, then Crane was going to keep as much of his dignity as possible. Though he knew that eventually he would have to express his wants more.

Just as Joker was about to goad him again, Crane sighed contently and relaxed completely, leaning back more into him as subtly as possible. Well, that was something, so Joker accepted Crane's silent admittance and hugged him tighter, a smirk lingering on his face as he fell asleep.