A/N: FINALLY! OMG this was such a pain to write, but I had to wait until I got into my 'Batman mood' before I wrote. I mean, it would be horrible of me to finally write a chapter and it not be good. In case you're wondering, those muses are still up there, but if they're gone, it means I gave up on them. -gets gun pointed at her- O.O' Except for this!
Although I am planning on writing a Final Fantasy 7 fanfic.
Anyway, here's the long awaited chapter!
Chapter Summary: The Joker wants to show off his new costume to a certain vigilante...
Batman could only stare at the tied up clown with a sense of foreboding. The demented clown was enjoying himself! Only someone as twisted and fucked up as the Joker could enjoy being tied down on a metal table in the lair of Gotham's vigilante.
''Why, Batsy! Slave and Master foreplay? I never knew you could be so... kinky. Although that explains the leather.'' An insane giggle erupted from red lips.
The vigilante's eye twitched at the clown idiot. Not only was he enjoying himself, but the clown had decided to dress the part in bombing a hospital building. As hazel brown eyes looked at the Joker, he barely restrained from wincing.
The Joker's costume (aka uniform) was that of a nurse's. The clown prince of crime was skinny enough to fit into the uniform. It's white color contrasted against slightly tanned skin, but blended excellently with the Joker's white face. The skirt was much to short for Bruce's taste, and he felt slightly uncomfortable at seeing the skin of those longs legs. The auburn haired wig didn't help matters any either.
It seemed even after all this time, he still kept that costume.
''Oooh! You naughty little bat! Were you check-ing me out? I knew there was more to your little... Bondage getup! How about we play Doctor and Nurse, Batsy? I think I coulduse a little checkup...'' An eager tongue flicked across those grinning teeth. Dark green eyes twinkled mischeviously for a brief moment. They seemed to always flicker whenever the bat was around. Usually they were dull and eerily black.
''Shut up. What did you do with Gordon?'' A growl.
''Oh no no no no no, Batsy. Enough about the commissioner, I'm not ready to play Cops and Robbers just ye-ta.''
The vigilante slammed a fist on the metal table, close to the Joker's face. The sound echoed like a bomb in an empty dome.
''WHERE IS HE?'' The voice was loud and rumbled like thunder. The Joker began giggling again and Batman lost his nerve. A gloved hand gripped the Joker's sickeningly thin neck, pulled up, and slammed his head against the table twice. The giggles turned to full out laughs and the Joker was close to tears.
''Yessss....!'' The Joker hissed. ''Come on Batsy, hit me with your best shot! Make me yours!'' He waved an arm dramatically over his face.
Batman felt his blood boil and the Joker grinned at the spark of violence behind those burning brown eyes. He revelled at the feel of Batman's fists against his body, all touching him in the right spots like bruising kisses.
But he liked to refer to them as 'love taps'.
The bat hero stared down at the Joker in disgust, disbelief, and violence. But he turned and abruptly left before he lost control again. The clown's laughter echoed down the lair Batman was walking out of.
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''Has he said anything yet?''
A sigh. ''No. I must say, I've never met a more disturbing man in my life. Are you sure you don't want to retire, Master Bruce?''
''No, Alfred. You've been watching him long enough. I'll stay awake until he cracks.''
Alfred stood up from his seat and moved out of the room and away from the cameras. But before he left, he stopped by the door.
''Be careful, Master Bruce. I have a distinct feeling he's more clever than we let on.''
Bruce turned to look back at Alfred and ask what he meant, but his faithful butler had already left. Hazel brown eyes turned to look back at the cameras. One was placed in every room except the bathroom. But the one he was looking through was showing the Joker bound in the lair.
He sighed and his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. Gordon's men were waiting anxiously for the wherabouts of their commissioner. No doubt they were seconds away from running like a chicken with its head cut off. He had already informed the Mayor about his interrogation with the Joker. Even though he was rather reluctant, he had complied and all they had to do was wait. He wasn't a patient man by any means.
A loud sigh brought Bruce out of his thoughts and into the camera. If it wasn't for years of training with the League of Shadows, he would have jumped.
As if the Joker knew the camera was there, his head tilted back to face the camera that was behind him. Dark green eyes stared into them and Bruce could've sworn they were looking at him. But all too soon, those eyes closed as the clown stretched. White hands ran through green hair as his back arched obscenely, legs bending and spreading as though his body was trying to pull in on himself. The Joker looked utterly blissful as he sighed loudly.
Bruce didn't notice his throat was dry until he had the urge to swallow thickly at the sight. 'It's hot because the windows are closed', Bruce told himself.
Those white hands that were running through green locks were now slowly running down a thin chest and down the flat stomach. The billionaire playboy felt that foreboding feeling again as he saw those hands travelling further south.
Thin, piano fingers stopped at the ends of his skirt and teasingly lingered there and picked at the fabric. And all the while those wicked greens eyes just stared.
''LOOK at me.''
Bruce watched, entranced at seeing the words coming out of those scarred lips.
''Can't you see what you mean to me, Batsy?'' The Joker's hands slid down and from his knees to his inner thighs. His eyelids fluttered as they made their journey. ''What you do to me?'' A growled whisper.
In the back of his mind, where all things were considered to be unimportant at the moment, Bruce felt his own hands clench the leather of his seat. He briefly considered to turn away and leave the clown to his sick games. But...
As the hands made their journey, the white skirt was sliding down to reveal more flesh. It didn't occur to Bruce until now that the Joker had such artistic hands. They were slender, long, and pale that moved with hidden cunning. The billionaire swallowed thickly.
The hand that had been teasing him this whole time reached down between white legs, disappearing in the folds of the skirt.
''Yes,'' the Joker hissed, a blissful sigh escaping those suddenly sensual lips. ''This is what you do to me, Batsy... What you are doing to me...''
Bruce felt uncomfortable. Those green eyes were now piercing from the camera to his very soul like a poisonous arrow. The Joker let out a breath of air that wasn't quite a gasp. His eyes became half lidded and glazed with lust as he stared at the camera. The clown arched his back off the table and spread his legs apart.
''Ahhh, Batsy....''
Bruce shivered at the sudden whispy growl. Normally the Joker spoke in that horrible, often falsetto, voice. But to hear him in such a way was strangely thrilling. The Joker could feel his heart racing in his chest and tried to imagine Batman's movng in the same tempo. He had always imagined the Batman to be the one on top of him. Oh, to feel those gloved hands sliding up his legs and up his skirt would be.... The Joker shivered and allowed his tongue to slowly flick across his lips.
The clown made his fingers speed up the process, the pain that came with fingers intruding deep in his body made it all the more delicious. Then he touched that one spot inside him with Batman's image in his mind. And for the first time, he closed his eyes and surrendured to anarchy.
''BATSY!''
As if the climax was affecting him too, Bruce Wayne blinked hastily. It felt like he had awaken from a dream. It all seemed so surreal that Bruce was convinced that it was only a nightmare. That was until he caught sight of the Joker breathing heavily with his skirt hiked up and his hair a mess.
Bruce wiped the sweat off his head and suddenly realized he was sweating everywhere. He shook his head in denial and looked at the camera screen. The Joker tilted his head back once more and winked at the camera before seemingly falling asleep.
By the time Bruce was dressed in his pajamas and surrenduring to the darkness of sleep, the only thought in his mind was how ridiculously short the clown's skirt was.
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A/N: Phew! -falls back on chair- I'm exhausted now. I really hope my next chapter won't take as long. Hope you guys enjoyed!