Title: Haunted II
Genre: Twisted, Romance, Angst
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Rating: M, since there is sexual content and swearing.
Summary: "Admit it; it wasn't him going crazy without you, it was you going crazy without him."
Author's Note: I decided to make a sequal, since lots of people seemed to enjoy the first part. It's in Joker's point of view. I thought I'd brush up on my skills at portraying him. Hope you like it
Disclaimer: Would the real Batman owner please stand up? Because it's definitely not me.
(We continue at "You must've gone crazy without me," and continue in the Joker's point of view from here.)
"You must've gone crazy without me."
Look at him. Look at those eyes. Look at them sparkle with rage; pure hate. Don't you just want to rip them out of that pretty head of his?
The teeth, watch out for them. You didn't think he'd try to bite you, did you, you moron? Batman's full of surprised, remember that next time you stick your hand too close to other people's business, especially a bat's. He's got a temper, doesn't he? What a feisty little Bat he is.
"Ah, ah, ah, watch your tongue, Batsy. Be patient. We'll get to the fun stuff later."
You already know he wants you, but you gotta play it sly. Make him work for what he wants. He can't always be a rich, spoiled-brat. Yes, you know who the real Batman is. It was so obvious from the beginning of the start. I mean, what guy can afford to make a suit that high-tech, and not be a fucking billionaire. And who's the richest bachelor in Gotham City. Bruce - Fucking - Wayne.
You've already got a good start on this game. You've left your mark, your, impression on him. He can't get you out of his fucking mind, and it's so obvious, but he just doesn't understand. I mean, look at the way he's eyeing you like a piece of fucking meat.
"How did you know it was me?"
Look at those eyes. Oh, he's pissed off, of course, I mean, you know who he is. Smile at him, make him think for a second. Oh, don't hurt him, we wouldn't want that pretty brain of his to explode. Look at the way he's watching you lick your lips. Play it sly, don't lose your control. You're not going to be losing this game.
"You're too obvious."
Don't you love the way he squirms under you. It's hitting a warmth you didn't know you had, isn't it? Making you feel things again. Admit it; it wasn't him going crazy without you, it was you going crazy without him. He gives you that . . . that thing that people need. What was it called again. Oh, yes, a purpose. He defines you, gives you meaning, a reason to live, to keep going in this shitty world.
"Get off of me!" he shouts, fights like a bitch, but it's not going to work. You've got this bat land bound, and he isn't going to fly away and tell his big, bad, mommy bat on you. Not this time. Gordon will not be interrupting this little doo-hickey you've got going on.
Damn he's strong. He didn't beat you to a pulp for nothing, you know? Touch his chest, go ahead, look at the way his back arches up for more of your touch. Oh, he loathes you, but that's okay. His skin is so fucking warm. You haven't been warm in so long. So cold, cold, cold, for far too long, long, long. Isn't it nice to see the other side for once? Didn't they always tell you the grass was greener on the other side? This must be what they meant.
Is that whimpering? Coming from the Batman? Music to your ears, isn't it? Shush him up, though. Wouldn't want to ruin his dignity, now would we? "Shh, shh, shush, dammit."
It's too much. He's not going to let you do this without a fight, and you know it. Should've brought the wire like I told you to . . . See, he's flipping you over, and what can you do? He's stronger than you. So much stronger. Is that his groin rubbing against your's? Isn't the friction nice. Isn't the way he squeezes your arm so hard, the bones grind together and oh god, it's always too much, delicious? He's sexier when he's angry.
"Where have you been?" Is that his Batman voice he's using on you? Trying to make himself sound tough? It's not very threatening is it? It never had been . . . It's more like, hm, what is it - it's more like a bag of gravel being ground together in your ear. It's beautiful. Oh, remember what he said, moron. He asked you where you've been. How cute. He missed you, Joker, my boy! Better answer, his grips tightening on your arms, and wouldn't it be wonderful to have a broken arm? You wouldn't be able to use your knife, would you?
"I've been out and about. Roaming the city, devising a plan."
"I thought you hated schemers." So he does listen to you when you talk . . . thought he just kind of stood and watched. How nice. How pleasant.
"Wasn't really planning, more like . . . figuring things out." Yes, that's what we'll call it. We were figuring things out. We were, how you say, dividing the sensible from the un-sensible. The possibilities from the . . . not so likely. And look where that got you! You found your Bat, didn't you? "Do you have a problem with me walking around our city?"
Oh, he doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. Bruce Wayne is rich, remember? An only child. Didn't have to share when he was growing up, just got whatever the hell he wanted. His parents kept piling things on him to shut him up. Why would he want to share now? With you, of all people? You're stating the impossible, Joker, and you know it. All though, wouldn't it be nice to rule the world with the one the you . . . love? No. Love is . . . foreign. This is an infatuation. A really big infatuation. It's not, in any way or form, love.
"It's not our city. It's not mine, it's not your's. It's Mayor Garcia's."
"Of course it is. It always has been, hasn't it? It would be a shame, though, if old Mayor Garcia retired early . . ." Look at that rage in his eyes; look at it glimmer and grow, licking up his dark blue spheres like a flame. He's so confused because of what you're saying, and what he's probably feeling. It's so much fun making Batsy frazzled, isn't it? "What did you do to him?!"
It's always you who's to blame. Even if it wasn't you, and you were just innocently walking around, you're the first person to be blamed if something goes wrong. Why is that? "Me? What did I do? I was just walking around the city, trying to figure out who you were. It must've been Maroni, or maybe one of your little puppets in blue decided to turn against his own kind . . ."
"He's . . . he's dead, isn't he?" Of course not. Isn't it fun fucking with Batman's brain? Look at him, all speachless, all helpless. This would probably be a good opportunity to flip him over and take advantage over the situation.
He's not even fighting. Sheesh, what a giant baby. He's all far eyed and heavy, like a freaking corpse. Did he just drop dead on you or something? That would not make you happy in the least bit. He's not even listening to you as you talk! Slap him. Shit, he's ignoring you! "Oh come off it you big Bat. He's not dead, I was just messing around. Come on, show me your alive and hit me!"
You just invited him to hit you. You didn't think he was going to take that offer up? What, did you actually think he was dead or something? No. Look, now you're on the floor rolling around and laughing like a real crazy person. Laugh harder, yeah, that's good. It'll only make him hit you harder. See?
"Batsy, oh," take in a deep breath, remember, you have to breathe in order to live, "You're so funny."
What a provacative position this is, wouldn't you say so? With him on top of you, pinning you down on the floor, sitting on top of your hips like you're a chair. "Don't fuck with me, Joker. Is he dead or not?!"
He shouldn't have done that. Oh . . .
He looks surprised. He didn't think by pushing harder on you, you wouldn't moan? Um, he's kind of rubbing his dick against your's, so why wouldn't you groan? Uh oh, you scared him, Joker, he's going to run!
"No, no, no," yes, grab him before he can get away, "I don't think so, Batsy. You can't just tease a man like that and then waltz away."
"Let me go!" Ouch. He must work out, because did you hear that crack? "You're making me crazy!"
Sheesh, that hurt. Is that blood? Heh . . . . ha . . . . HAH! How funny. You're bleeding out your nose and your mouth, you know that right? Do you even know why it's funny, or why you're laughing at it? Neither do I, but that's not the point. Now get angry, get serious, show him you're not going to deal with this shit. Remember, you're not going to lose this game.
Pin him down. Run your hands all over his body, memorize every inch of skin, every scar, every spot that makes him - oh, look at that, Brucey has a weak spot. Why not keep using it? "Now, listen to me Bat."
His moaning is kind of distracting, but every time he arches into you, god, isn't it driving you insane?! Don't lose your cool yet, though. That will come soon, just play with his mind for a bit longer. You have to break his mind before you break his back in. To tame the beast, you must first tame his soul. "I didn't kill your precious, tattoo-ed on eyeliner, Mayor. He's still tucked away in his bed, sucking his thumb with his teddy bear in his arms, sleeping peacefully, so don't you worry your little head off."
He looks a little bit calm now, even though every time you brush your hand over his nipple he stiffens up under your touch. It's his own fault for going to sleep with nothing but boxers on. Boxers. Wait, boxers, you forgot about them! Is that a bulge growing in the crotch, or is it just a stick poking against your thigh? How convenient. Doesn't it make you smile to know you can make Bruce feel this way?
"No, nonono, I just wanted to come pay a visit to my favorite mammal."
Of course he doesn't believe you. He always thinks there's a catch to things, doesn't he? You can't have a peaceful conversation with the guy without getting your face slammed into the floor for some stupid reason. Lower your hands, get your revenge by making him tense up.
Belly button. Pant line. Crotch. Score!
"Don't touch me!" Well yeah he's nervous, but this can't be his first time . . . maybe with a man, sure, but not with a human being in general. But who knows, maybe since he's Batman he's been fucking bats too. Hm . . .
You tend to get carried away in your thoughts too much, and that's a bit of a disadvantage, because now of course he flipped you over and has you on your back again. That's okay, you know what makes him tick. All you have to do is - see, awe, there you go. You've got him biting his lip, holding back that moan, but you know how to release it. "Why can't I touch you? You sound like you enjoy it."
Arch your back a little, and, yes, there it is. There's that moan he tried to stifle away. Not so tough are you, Batsy? "Stop."
"No."
His mouth tastes so good. It's like . . . hm . . . chocolate? Who cares, it's good. So warm. His tongue may be battling you, trying to get you out, but you're definitely not going anywhere. Don't get too lost in this, lover boy, watch the teeth! See . . . not so arrogant now, are you? Look at you, your mouth is bleeding all over. That's what you get for not heeding my word. Dumb ass.
Listen to me, here's the deal: If he does it like this, then you do it like that. If he touches like this, well, then you touch him like that. And don't forget, if he moves like this, move like that - see, now he's writhing in pleasure under you. That's what happens when you listen to the smart person in this game. Don't get too cocky with this, he's still Batman, he still has tricks up his sleeve.
Inch your hand back down, find that nice little bulge growing down there, and squeeze! See, isn't the way he gasps and arches up for more delicious? You've got him right where you want him! Now all you have to do is . . .
"Bruce?"
Fuck. You should've known he had some butler. Of course your lovely game has to get broken up. Le sigh. "Alfred!"
He's pushing off you like he's embarrassed or something. Is he going to act like it was your fault? "Call Gordon! Tell him to get here a.s.ap. I'll hold him down!"
Of course . . . and that ugly, old butler's giving you the stink eye like there's no tomorrow. Just give it back to him. See, he's cringing at you and leaving. Now you better give the business to Batsy. How dare he act like he didn't enjoy that! "So. You just can't admit that you were aching for me to fuck you, can you?"
"Go to hell. I'd never want such a thing from you." And he thinks he's all cool now. Bastard. You just won't bring yourself to slap that pretty face of his around, will you? Not even after that. You're such a wimp without me.
Remind him of who's in control. "So . . . how are you going to explain that nice boner you have there, then?"
Cha-ching! You just it a nerve. Look at him staring at it as if it's a new species of animal. "Is it sad to know that you got off with the Joker?"
Those pretty blue eyes are glaring at you now. He's pissed, but you don't have time to play anymore. The pigs in blue are here, sirens are ringing in your ear, and that window looks like a nice little escape route. "Don't worry, Batsy, I won't tell anyone what we did. It's our little secret."
Lock the vault and throw away the key, time to get to the window. "Maybe we can play another day, Batsy."
Get out the window now, their footsteps are getting closer. "In the mean time, I'll give you some time to come up with a story for your hard-on. Bye!"
The doors are opening too, so you're lucky you left. Don't worry, you can fuck Bruce's brains out another day. Right now, though, just revel in your victory for once.
It's only a matter time before he comes crawling back for more . . .