chapter 4

The clown was staring at him with wide eyes, the paint making him look all the more shocked and it was almost humorous. Bruce may have even laughed if he hadn't been too focused on his mission. "You want me to fuck you?" Joker asked softly, his voice a quiet purr. And suddenly his face changed, from one of shock to one of absolute delight. His jaw slackened, his eyelids drooped lazily and those glassy eyes were fixated so intensely on Bruce that he felt more than just naked. Both of their hearts were pounding, with adrenaline, with lust… Joker pushed himself off his back like a cat, his body lean and twisting so smoothly. "You want me cock stretching you open, Brucey?" He asked him, his voice so disgustingly sexy that Bruce had to close his eyes as a shiver ran down his spine. "My cock pounding hard into that sweet little ass?" His voice shifted into a growl and Bruce's eyes snapped open just in time to see the wicked grin cross Joker's face before he was slammed down on the bed, Joker grabbing at his bare flesh and flipping him onto his stomach. Bruce moaned loudly, already spreading his legs open wide though he wasn't even in position. Joker's hand smacked down hard on Bruce's ass and the skin rang with pain though Bruce savored the feeling as though he was already being fucked. It felt just as good. "I'd be happy to oblige," Joker hissed into Bruce's ear from over his shoulder before slinking down and spreading his cheeks slowly and with ceremony, building the moment up for the both of them. But just before Bruce was preparing for the feeling of Joker's thick cock pushing inside… He yelped as a warm, wet tongue started slurping at his back entrance. He groaned after the surprise faded into pure pleasure and relaxed into the mattress, pushing his ass up higher into the air, letting Joker bury his serpent-like tongue inside his anus. Joker was lapping and slurping at him like a starved dog, his eyes rolling up inside his head as he lubed Bruce up, preparing him to take his meat.

"Fuck…" Bruce gasped, fists clutching the sheets like a whore, biting down on the comforter to keep from screaming into the night. When Joker pulled away, Bruce relaxed even more, melting down into the bed as the overwhelming pleasure finally left his body and cleared the fog from his mind.

"Tastes like sugarrrr…" Joker purred seductively as he lewdly licked his painted lips. Bruce turned his head to look over his shoulder as Joker straightened up, taking his own cock in his hand — finally! — and stroking it as he held Bruce still by his hip.

"Stop screwing around," Bruce growled in his dark, gravelly voice. Joker chuckled, rubbing his cock against Bruce's asshole. It prodded the tight little hole and he laughed a little breathlessly as he felt it clenching around him.

"You know, Bats…" He purred in that delicious little sing-song voice he used. "I wanted to do this to you… That night… In the tower." Bruce knew what he was referring to. The night they really fought. The night of the boat experiment. He could still hear his words in his ear, slick and deadly as poison. All the familiar places… Joker reached further down, releasing Bruce's cock for the meantime to cup his balls in his palm, stroking them softly between his fingertips, massaging each one separately. Bruce moaned and shuddered, his body relaxing in one pleasurable wave. Joker pushed inside of him at the same time and Bruce immediately arched and choked, his head falling back to glare at the ceiling as he struggled for air. Joker's cock seemed to pulse and twitch inside of him, excited even more by being inside of the Bat, and Bruce focused all his energy on that one tight stop so that he could squeeze his muscles around Joker as hard as he could. The clown growled in pleasure, a noise that Bruce had come to know as the sound he made when he was too excited to speak. When his lust boiled over to the point where human instincts no longer existed, where he became animal. He was almost digging his fingers into Bruce's ball sack now and though it hurt, the pain also felt a little good and Bruce moaned, rubbing them further into Joker's hand until the clown returned down to earth and slid his palm back up to grasp the hard, dripping cock.

"Move," Batman gasped, his body a quivering mess. "Please."

Joker didn't resist in the slightest. Not even a half of a second later, he was pulling out, just a little, until his head was the only thing that remained inside Bruce. And then, in perfect sync with the hand that pinched Bruce's weeping head, he slammed back in. Hard. The pain was magnificent and Bruce cried out to the heavens as his body lurched forward, the momentum of Joker's thrust pushing him over the edge. Oh, it felt so good… He couldn't breathe, couldn't think… All of his senses were targeting his asshole, where Joker filled him to the brim. In his mind, he was no longer a man, just a hole to be filled and fucked and abused.

And he loved it.

"I had you pinned underneath me…" Joker began to whisper into Bruce's ear, his sweaty curls brushing against Bruce's shoulder. "That bar over your chest… You weren't going anywhere… Heh, heh. Ooh, Batsy… I was so hard right there, just aching to put this cock in you 'till you begged me for more." He paused in his speech to shudder and groan. He'd hit Bruce right on his prostate and the object of his pleasure tightened sporadically around his hard, needy appendage, making his own cock drip juices into Bruce's ass. Bruce's head was spinning as if he was drunk, the memories colliding with Joker's voice and the full feeling of being stuffed with Joker's penis made it impossible to comprehend reality, and instead his head began to fly back to that place that Joker was speaking of.

"Oh, you made it, I'm so thrilled." The Joker spoke through his teeth, his lips twisting like they always did. Three big dogs surrounded him, waiting for their master's command and Batman eyed them warily. He hadn't had many good experiences with dogs lately.

"Where is the detonater?" Batman growled, his voice husky and splenetic.

Joker looked almost amused and shrugged, giving Bruce the most confused look before snapping to his mutts, "Go get 'em!" Bruce didn't have time to prepare and the next moment the three large beasts were on top of him, growling and mashing their sharp teeth together, desperate to get a taste of the Batman. He was able to ward off the first one but the two others worked as a team, knocking him to the floor in the next second. The Joker watched for a moment, pondering, seeming to enjoy the show, but the next second he released a frustrated groan and joined in the fight. With wild shouts and angry grunts, the clown began to abuse the Bat with a metal pipe and his own gloved fist, not caring or slowing when he accidently hit his dogs, too engrossed in the fight to even think straight. The dogs, pained by the bruises their master was now creating whimpered and moved away, giving the Bat just enough time and leverage to lift his feet and send a rough kick into the Joker's stomach. The man in purple flew backwards, landing on his back yards away, a groan escaping his lips. As Batman struggled to stand, warding off the last remaining guard dog, he heard another wordless cry just before the same metal pipe slammed down on his back.

The Joker was quick on his feet, and hadn't stayed down for long. As the Joker beat and abused him, the Bat growled, a ferocious sound as he fell backwards into a black net. The construction sight was not the ideal place for the climax of their hatred. Joker took this as an opportunity to send three more wicked slams into the Bat's knees, waist and back. Batman fell to the ground, pinned easily by the clown who shoved the metal rod against him and purred, "All the old familiar places…" Before slamming a knife down hard. Somehow the adrenaline was enough for Batman to writhe, knocking the clown off balance and throwing him off. As he stood, he lurched, his detective vision flickering in and out, blinding him temporarily. He couldn't see thing, just flashing blue lights, the sonar failing…

Suddenly, it all went black.

When it finally began to flicker again, he had no time to brace himself. The Joker was suddenly there, right in front of him, swinging the pipe back with a snarl and slamming it into his chest. The Bat flew back into a window, the glass shattering and splintering around him. He fluidly fell to his back, landing with a painful thud just inches from the ledge and his heart pounded. The Joker stepped forward, a scowl twisting his painted lips and kicked out the supporting beam above him, making a large metal rail fall down on top of the Bat's neck, pinning him. His arm gauntlet kept it from crushing his throat though he struggled against it's weight. As Joker fell to his knees beside the Bat, he let one knee slam onto the Bat's stomach, holding him down as he got in close and said, his voice soft and almost friendly, "We really should stop this fighting, otherwise we'll miss the fireworks…"

"There won't be any fireworks!"

"And here… We… Go…"