A/N: I've been getting pleads begging me to continue this story. So I thought, why not? This is also from a request at Livejournal, so you can actually say that this is another one-shot. This is graphic so, that's why it's rated M. Thankyou for your reviews, they have kept me going. So I hope you enjoy this next one-shot! I just may continue once more...

Chapter summary: The Joker keeps his Bat in bondage with his tie...

''Wakey wakey, Batman!''

Batman's eyes snapped open when he felt a hand slap across his face. None to gently, either. Stern hazel eyes met maniacal green ones.

''Joker...'' He growled deeply as he stared into the white face of Gotham's public enemy number one. Batman made to punch the Joker, but the clown already knew his intentions and swiftly dodged it. In a second, the Joker moved with quick-witted agility and effectively pinned the Bat's wrists to the back of his chair.

''Trying to escape, Batman? I'm, uh... I'm really hur-t.'' The clown said in mocking sadness. He was leaned close to the vigilante and had placed his hands on either side of his head. A foot was leaned against the chair Batman was pinned to.

''What do you want, Joker?'' the Joker could feel his name rumbling through the strong chest. He shuddered in pleasure, ''Oooooh I just love how you say my name...'' the words came out as a raspy whisper. With a catlike grace he slid himself on Batman's lap with ease. ''It's so...'' In a fluid motion the Joker rolled his hips against the other's deliciously. ''... orgasmic.'' The word came out like a growling, erotic purr. Batman inhaled sharply at the sudden pleasure erupting from that single movement.

He felt disgusted with himself.

''Get off you sick freak!'' Batman demanded. A series of eerie giggles escaped through those sinful, scarred lips.

''Oh Batman... Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that. I know you could feel that... feel me... through that bondage Kevlar getup.'' He stated cheerfully. A pale hand moved and with a quick movement his purple tie was whipped out from his green vest. The Joker grinned slyly as he stretched the tie onfront of him.

''We can't have you ruining our fun now, can we?''

Batman tried to struggle, but for some reason the Joker had the upper hand. He supposed determination, fury, and bloodlust drove the man's strength. Those skilled hands wrapped the tie around both wrists and tied them to the back of the chair.

The Joker looked into his eyes and leered as he wrapped his arms around Batman's neck. Two long legs wrapped themselves around his waist as hips were pressed against eachother. All the Dark Knight could do was stare hatefully back.

''Oooh, yes... That's such a nice look...'' Lust was in those green eyes as he began to languidly press their hips together in a rythmic motion. Batman could help but allow a frusterated groan escape his mouth. It just wasn't fair, dammit!

'' ...So sexy, you dirty little bat you!'' The Joker teased as their noses touched. Batman could feel hot breath on his face and suddenly felt dizzy. The clown closed his eyes and allowed himself to absorb everything about the other man. He could feel the heat beneathe the leather warming his own body. The Clow Prince of Crime breathed in the Bat's scent; rubber, cologne, and a faint hint of masculine musk.

Oh he smelled wonderful.

And those eyes. Those stupid, beautiful, tempting eyes that burned with such emotion. He brushed his lips against the Batman's pink ones and groaned. Absolute perfection just waiting to be abused. With the way they pursed ever so slightly, it was like Batman wanted him to.

Well, if Batman wanted it...

He pressed his red lips into the other's. Batman lost his cold exterior and melted in the Joker's arms. If he was standing he would've fallen on his knees already. The thrusting grew faster and the lips pressed harder into a passionate kiss.

The Joker stopped for a split second and stood up. The vigilante almost whined at the loss of those lips. With haste and heavy anticipation he pulled a knife out of his pocket and strode towards Batman. Before the masked billionaire could guard himself the knife sliced around the waistline of his armor. The blade had to cut through thick rubber and lines of metal but it did the job. When he got the knife to go all the way around the Joker carelssly threw the knife over his shoulder.

Teeth ripped off the purple gloves from his hands just so that they could greedily yank down the black leather. Batman watched with hazy, lustful eyes. A part of his mind argued that this was wrong. That he was about to get fucked by his archnemesis, the Joker. But god his body wanted this so bad... He wanted this so bad.

The masked hero gasped and about creamed when he felt cool hands on his naked hot thighs. They were exploring the scales of smooth, soft skin greedily. A few bruises and scratched were spread here and there.

''Quite the deli-cate little flower, aren't you my dear Bat?'' The Joker lovingly trailed a finger across the various bruises and scars. ''But don't worry... I'll be very gentle...''

The clown unzipped his pants and spread the billionaire's naked legs apart. As he lifted a leg over his shoulder he led a series of butterfly kisses from his thigh to his knee. Batman shivered and let out a low whimper.

''Just do it...'' He whispered. The Joker smirked at him and did a mock salute, ''Aye aye cap'n!''

He shifted himself and tried to aim right, ''a little to the left...An adjustment here and...'' He thrusted roughly inside. Batman choked back a scream and tried to keep it muffled. But it hurt so bad and felt so wonderful!

The Joker grunted at each thrust but managed to keep his Chelsea grin. The vigilante's mouth formed a silent 'o' as whisps of noises started to come out of his mouth. His back was being bumped into the chair while his chest was rubbing again against cloth. The harsh rythmn was causing his wrists to rub roughly against the tie around his hands. But the stinging only increased the pleasure and pain of what he was experiencing.

''Say my name...'' The Joker's voice was harsh with pleasure as he continued to push himself inside his obsession. He was so tempted to get his knife and slice cuts into that perfect skin, to see that blood flowing...

''Wh-What?''

''Say.My.Name.'' Each word was made with each bruising thrust. Batman was too dazed to question the clown's crazy antics.

''J-Joker...''

''Looouder.'' A sing-song tone of voice. Batman felt his body tighten and tense, he was so close.

''Joker.'' A lust induced moan. The Joker clenched his eyes as he was beginning to get closer to his climax. He thrusted with wild abandon and his hands squeezed the upper Kevlar material enough to bleed. With a shout he came and the masked hero screamed as he leaned his body forward.

After their bodies were done, Batman fell limp on the chair as the Joker fell ontop of him. Sweat was cooling their bodies and their breaths were harsh. The hero's mind was hazy, and the only thing he could think was 'What the hell just happened?'

But before he could regret anything, a cloth was pressed against his face and all was black.

When he awoke, he was back in his bedroom. White shirt, black pants... He was Bruce Wayne again. The only evidence that this was not a dream was the pain in his back and the red burns on his wrists. Bruce sat up to inspect the burns when he felt something snug against his neck. He took it off to reveal a purple tie with bloodstains and a note attached. It was scrawled in blood and had a wide kiss mark on the corner.

I had so much fun Batsy! Or should I say, Brucey?
I thought you'd like the tie, maybe we could use it for round two.
HAHAHAHA

Much Love,
The Joker

As he finished the letter, Bruce couldn't help but smile.

A/N: Just as a side note, I'm not sure when this exactly takes place. Probably after the movie, so no need to question.