Warning-Torture

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Bruce sighed in exasperation.

'I guess I'll take a shower, and deal with this.' He mentally gestured to his erection. Turning the spray nozzle on medium pressure and hot water. Stepping under the scolding spray he ran his fingers through his raven locks. Then he let his hand fall down to his chest , absent mindedly tracing his new scar.

-FLASHBACK-(-again?)

Bruce felt something wet and warm slide against his cheek. He recoiled in disgust as much as he could in his position.

"Aww don't be like that." He heard a sultry voice.

Joker leaned in again, but was head butted by a certain bat in tights. He stumbled back holding his temple, letting out a low feral growl.

"Hmm, looks like you need some punishment!"

He heard some soft footsteps retreating, then some rummaging. He heard a squeal of delight, then reproaching footsteps. He felt some thing tink against his chest armor. He looked down 'A spoon?' He turned it to the side and appeared to unsheathe and extend. 'A very sharp spoon!' He felt several taps on his chest.

"How do you go about removing this hmmm, Batsy?" He didn't bother to answer, closing his eyes to concentrate. He felt a nudge then a pull, looking down he saw one particular jester biting at his armor.

He mentally sighed 'What The Hell?!' The clown shifted and his canine slipped down, then was there was a pop and the armor fell off. Joker giggled hysterically, bringing his (spoon?) back up to his now bare chest. 'Death by spoon, that's pathetic.'

"You need to learn who is Master." More giggling escaped the madman. With the spoon? He began to carve on the right side of his chest, over his heart.

"Ya know,..?" still carving he started his story, while Batman writhed in agony.

"When I was in grade school,…" he felt the metal withdraw but felt another sting begin just to the side.

"Some bullies stole my lunchbox, kind with the superhero on 'em" He giggled lightly. The blade withdrew again then started in another spot.

"When I confronted them about it they had it with them." Another time he withdrew the blade only to start again.

"I told them to give my stuff back." The burning sting stopped and started once more.

"Wanna know what they said, they said 'I don't see your name on it." He felt the sting of metal withdraw from his flesh again, bracing himself for more, but finding none.

"Know what I learned from that?" Bruce let out ragged breaths not acknowledging the question.

"Always put my name on what belongs to me." A jagged 'JOKER' was scrawled in bloody letters which dripped down his torso.

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