Bruce awoke to the early morning sun shining upon his face. Squinting, he brought a hand up to shade his eyes from the light. He took in a deep breath and felt a heaviness weighing him down. It was so hot yet comfortable, he hardly wanted to move. For a moment, he wondered if he had taken a girl to bed the night before, and just drank too much to remember; but then, he did remember. He remembered the Joker pulling him into bed, resting himself into him. His hands that should feel so cold, were so warm and inviting; his touch that should have sent sickening chills through Bruce's spine, only made him feel fluttery.
Bruce looked down at the patch of fluffy green hair that tickled his chin, and he breathed in the sent of strawberries from the conditioner Alfred kept stocked in the bathroom. The smell was intoxicating as Bruce lost himself in a field of wild strawberries, but was snapped back as Joker moved off of him and onto his back, still sound asleep. Bruce stared at him for a moment, losing himself in Joker's soft features. He looked so different when he slept. He looked so peaceful, instead of the usual crazed look he'd wear.
Bruce sat up, uncomfortable in the pants of his suit that had made him sweat through most of the night. He walked out of the room and into the hallway, going to get ready for the day. He had a long one ahead.
Joker watched Bruce as he left the room, sad he didn't get a good morning kiss.
When Bruce left, Joker sat up in bed, bringing his legs up to his chest as he wrapped his arms around them. He contemplated for awhile about what he should do. What he really wanted, was to go see Harley. He couldn't escape the possibility that he had a child out there, or could he ever forgive Harley if she had hid that child away from him. The very thought made his blood boil, and he began to think of all the horrid things he would do to her. How dare she keep what was his away from him!
He was so lost in the shrill thrill it gave him to imagine torturing that woman that he didn't hear Alfred knock on the door and after a moment, Alfred let himself in. "Hello, Master Joker. I came to give you these."
Joker snapped out of his thoughts and looked over at him. Alfred stood there holding a black and purple three piece tuxedo. Joker stood and took them, his eyes brightening as he stared at the attractive outfit. The pants along with the vest and the body of the top were a lovely shade of royal purple, while the outlining and button of the vest, along with the lapel were black. His paisley silk bow tie was also black.
"Is this really for me?" shrieked Joker. "What is the occasion?" asked Joker with a smile.
"We have a long discussion before tonight, and I will assume you will listen."
"Well but of Course Alfie. I'm not rude." Joker stated with a smile.
Bruce Wayne felt quite antsy as he stood, watching the crowed discourse from the side of the room, making his presence duly noted, but not advancing himself into any conversation. He was far too troubled to let himself relax. The idea that the Joker was just floors above as his house was filled with dozens of citizens, and all the outcomes it could lead to, made Bruce uneasy, and made it rather hard to focus when someone did begin a conversation with him. The Joker seemed to cast a shadow over his mind that would not dissipate.
Bruce's eyes darted around the room, trying to find Alfred.
"Looking for someone?" asked Alfred, as he stepped up to the side of Bruce.
Bruce jumped and looked panicked for a moment, before relaxing upon seeing who it was.
"My goodness Master Bruce. If I didn't know better, I would say you are quite on edge."
"Yeah, no kidding." Bruce scoffed.
"If you are worried about Joker, do not alarm yourself. You will only suffer more than you need to."
"Thanks." said Bruce dully.
"Sure thing."
Alfred looked around at the people, admiring the extravagant garments, the decor of the room, (which he had to give himself a pat on the back for) and the beautiful music flowing through the air, gently wrapping them in comfort. Everything seemed perfect, well . . . for a moment.
The music changed from classical, over to 'Dynamite by Taio Cruz', which alarmed everyone, making them fall still and silent. Bruce's heart began to race and he looked over to Alfred who shrugged and smiled.
"I know this song." said one of the guests.
Bruce felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned over to see a man dressed in a purple and black tuxedo, his face masked behind a luxury purple and black checkered masquerade mask with golden trim and golden swirls that flared out above the the left side of the mask. Even though his hair was jet black, Bruce could see through his piercing green eyes that it was the Joker.
Joker looked Bruce up and down, biting his lip in like of what he saw. Bruce was basically dressed exactly like him, besides the fact that his outfit was black and gold instead of black and purple. His mask flared out on each side, in golden fire.
"May I have this dance?" asked Joker, his hand reaching out for Bruce to take.
Bruce glared over at Alfred who had already slipped away without him noticing. He grumble then looked back at Joker. Bruce smiled, his cheeks turning red as he took Joker's hand. If he were to dance with him he was gonna be the male lead. Bruce walked them to the center of the floor and they began.
"I came to move, move, move, move . ."
the song continued and they began to move around each other, not touching yet, but dancing in rhythm. They broke out in to the heel to toe top rock dance move.
" . . . Light it up .-"
Purple, green, and blue lights began to dance around the room, as another set of bright lights began to flash. The place was turning into a club.
They both whipped their hips about, and placed their hand in the air.
"Like it's Dynamite!"
Bruce was getting lost in the moment and let out a strut as Joker watched him with excitement. Finally Bruce grabbed his hand and began to spin him around. Joker wrapped a leg around his and Bruce did a quick dip and whipped him back up. They let each other go again and danced separately, but so in sink. When the song ended, they breathed out heavily, staring at each other with smiles. Bruce was startled when he heard the crowed of people clapping around them and giving "whoop whoop!"s.
His face turned red and again another song began to come on.
"Oh oh oh, oh here we go!
Walken talken like you know I want your pretty little psychos!"
Joker grabbed Bruce by the waist and pulled him into another dance, as he began to dirty dance. Bruce was bright red, so many things running in his mind as his body reacted to Joker's moves. Many people began to laugh and gasp, as others walked themselves out, not wanting to watch Bruce grinding against another guy. They were supposed to be having a classical party, not a dirty show down.
Oh it was so awkward for Bruce. He was used to dancing dirty with women, not men, let alone the Joker. The song seemed to fit their relationship quite well though, he had to admit.
"Black lip stick just like a cat,
have you purring on your back!"
Joker grabbed Bruce, sliding his hands down to cup his ass as he squeezed and pulled him closer. Their hips moved together for a moment, before Bruce turned him around, not wanting to look Joker in his eyes. Joker took this opportunity to dip down and rub his ass against Bruce's crotch. Bruce went stiff for a moment before leaning over and grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back up. This went on till the next verse, Joker trying to make inappropriate moves, as Bruce met them with a shock wave, trying to control himself and Joker from doing anything too . . . wrong.
After the song ended, they were rewarded with another round of applause. Bruce smiled and waved and then turned his attention to Joker who was bowing and blowing kisses to his audience.
Bruce couldn't help the sideways smile and he shook his head amused, and he grabbed Joker by the hand, pulling out to the side as he nodded at the others, telling them to continue.
"This is like the best party ever!" shouted one of his female guests.
"Definitely turned out different than I thought." said a male.
Bruce was stopped by two women, one wearing a scarlet dress with light brown hair, the other wearing a dark plum dress, with dark auburn hair. They were both around their mid twenties, and looked at Bruce with child like glee. "Hi! My name is Sherri." said the girl in the scarlet dress. "This is my friend Tani."
"Hello." said Bruce.
"We just want to tell you that you and your boyfriend are great dancers."
"Boyfriend?! No, no, no!" said Bruce, waving his hands. "We aren't . . ."
Joker threw an arm around him. "Oh come now Bruno, no need to be so shy about it."
"Awe!" said the girls in unison. "How long have you been together?"
"Oh, it's been about – GAH!"
Bruce nut tapped him, making Joker bend over, grabbing his junk.
"It was wonderful speaking with you ladies, but Jo – John needs to get to bed. Has to wake up for work tomorrow. Say goodnight John."
Joker looked up at the girls, still bent over with his hands between his legs. "Good night!"
Bruce grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him away. When they entered Joker's room, Bruce threw him roughly inside.
"Wow their babe, no need to be so rough. I' rather save that for the bed."
"Shut up Joker!" Bruce hissed.
"Oh, I love it when you talk sternly to me. Go on, say something else."
Bruce launched at him, grabbing him by his shoulders. He didn't like having his bat boots off. It made him much shorter than Joker which he didn't care for. Still, he tried to be intimidating, glaring into him with desperation. "I have had enough! Stay in this damn room and don't make a sound." he hissed.
Joker frowned at him and yanked out of his grasp. He turned his back to Bruce, refusing to acknowledge him as he took the mask off and threw it to the side. He pulled off the wig and ruffled his hair a few times. It was soaked with sweat, so Joker gathered his things and entered into his bathroom.
Bruce didn't like this silent treatment. It was so childish. He listened as the water to the shower came on and the slider door closed. Bruce walked up to the door and knocked.
"Joker. Come on. Don't be pissed. I am sure Alfred had something to do with all this so I don't entirely blame you."
Bruce listened, waiting for an answer but it didn't come. He sighed and continued. "I mean you have to understand." was he really going to try and reason with the Joker? "I wasn't expecting you to come out and well, I just wasn't expecting what happened to have happened. I was thrown off. Surely you could understand." Still silents. "I just . . . Joker, are you listening." Bruce lightly knocked on the door and when still no answer came, he opened it slightly. He peeked through the room filling up with steam and tried to make out Joker's outline. "Joker?"
He stepped inside and went up to the shower door. "Joker?"
Joker slid open the door and pulled Bruce in. The water drenched him as Joker pulled him down onto the floor of the shower and straddled him. Bruce looked wide eyed at him, not sure what was going on. Joker was on top of him, nude, smiling down at him. "Gotcha!" He bent down and kissed Bruce, who felt his heart stop. His hands turned into tight fists, as he fought the urge to touch him. Joker's tongue slipped out from behind his lips and he pushed against Bruce's seeking entrance. Bruce fought it as Joker licked his lips, and ground his hips into his hardening member. A moan escaped him and Joker used that as his advantage, slipping his tongue into Bruce's mouth. Bruce moaned again, and wrapped his arms around Joker, gripping tightly onto his skin. Joker just wouldn't stop moving, and in all honesty, Bruce didn't want him too. It felt great. He imagined Jokers swollen cock against, him and his own became larger. The heat of the water burned Joker's back, and made him even more horny, liking the pain. He pulled Bruce's tux off and ripped open his shirt. The water burned Bruce, a little too hot. He wasn't sure if he could handle it. Suddenly his wits came back to him and he pushed Joker away, making him hit the wall, and he crawled from the shower.
"Bruce!" shouted Joker. Bruce left the bathroom, breathing in the cool air. He was way too hot in there. Joker turned the water off and walked up behind him, completely nude. Bruce didn't want to look at him, and his head sunk, his hands clinched into fists as he stared at the floor.
"Bruce. Please."
Bruce could hear the strain in his voice. He turned and struggled to look at him. He felt so vulnerable, even if he was still dressed. His emotions were running rapid. Joker grabbed his hand, and brought it up to his lips, kissing his palm. Bruce sank, his brows raising up. He pulled Jokers face in, placing his lips gently against his. Joker immediately attempted to grab him and pulled him into a rougher kiss, but Bruce gripped onto his wrists and pulled away. "Don't. Just don't." Bruce leaned in again. "Let me. Be still. Just be still." Bruce needed to think. He needed to know how he felt about this. He touched their lips again, softly together. Bruce slid his fingers up and tangled them with Joker's, bringing them back down at their waste.
Joker wasn't sure how to feel about this. The kiss was slow, unsure, yet very sweet. He like it rough, yet this seemed to be okay. It actually seemed to be perfect. Bruce let his lips go and looked in Joker's eyes. "Don't stop." said Joker softly. Bruce nodded and touched their lips together again. He turned the both of them so Joker's back was towards the bed. Joker felt the edge of the bed hitting the back of his knees. Joker put his palms to Bruce's chest, his fingers running through his chest hair. His hands snaked around Bruce's torso, and pulled him in closer.
Bruce pushed him down onto the bed and leaned over him, never breaking their kiss. When he finally did, he pulled Joker up onto the pillows and removed them from behind his head. He got in between his thighs, leaning a hand onto the bed just beside Jokers face. His other hand slid up Jokers thigh to his knee, bringing it up. Oh God, was he ready for this?
He wanted to go slow. Quick would make him not think. Perhaps that would be better, but he needed to think. It scared him when he couldn't think. Joker did that a lot to him. This time, he wanted to be in control. He wanted to take his time. To make it sink in. And to Joker, the anticipation, the slow trail of nips and kisses down his neck, waiting and waiting for Bruce to be inside him; waiting for Bruce to be one with him, it was the most agonizing thing he ever experienced. Oh god he loved it.
Bruce felt the Joker's fell on erection on his torso, hard and thick, and a thought ran through his mind. He wanted to look at it. To see exactly what the Joker was packing. Before he could stop himself, leaned up and looked down Joker's body, seeing his penis swollen as it lay flopped on his belly. Joker's hand went up, sliding Bruce shirt the rest of the way off of him, and he tossed it to the side. He then undid Bruce's pants and slid them down off his butt. Joker took Bruce by surprise, catching him by the shoulder and rolling him over. He got on top of him and began to kiss him, down to his chest, taking particular care of his nipples before moving down to his happy trail and finally, to his erection. It was not as thick as Jokers, but it was as long, and looked delicious. He took it into his hand, as Bruce gasped from the touch. He placed a soft kiss at the tip, brought his cock up a little higher, and licked a trail up his pleasure vein. The way Bruce quivered, made Joker chuckle. Oh he adored Bruce.
Joker found himself really enjoying taking it slow. Sure hard and rough was fun, but slow was exhilarating. It was sweet torture. You could take your time, admiring every gasp, every quiver, every jerk, every moan as you teased away.
Bruce could see stars dancing around his eyes as Joker put his full member into his mouth, bobbing his head steadily up and down. His tongue pushed hard against his shaft, his lips locked tight around him, and Joker went so deep, the head of Bruce's cock sliding down his throat. He panted roughly as Joker wrapped a hand around him, creating extra friction, and Bruce again lost it as a soft hum reverberated from deep within Joker's throat.
"Joker! Stop! Please! I'm going to cum!"
Joker didn't stop. He continued, fighting the smile that oh so desperately wanted to escape him. Bruce gripped tightly onto Joker's hair, trying to stop him, but the pleasure was unbearable, and with one thrust of Bruce's hips, he came inside Joker's mouth, a cry radiating from deep within him.
Joker stood after pumping him dry, swallowing all that Bruce would give him. Oh God he tasted incredible. Bruce looked up at him, his body red and covered in sweat. He sat up, and pulled Joker to the bed, getting in between his thighs. Joker laugh aloud and pulled Bruce into a kiss. Bruce's slow tactic back fired on him, but he could still get his control back. He pushed hard into Joker's mouth, venturing every inch of it. His hips ground against Joker's, their cocks rubbing together, and it didn't take long for him to get hard again. He got onto his knees and rubbed the head of his cock against Joker's cheeks. Joker let out a breathless moan and began nibbling on Bruce's ear. "Oh Brucie. Take me. I want to feel you inside me. Please."
Bruce pushed against his ass and when he felt his entrance, he stopped. OH GOD! He couldn't o it. He just couldn't. No. No. NO!
"AH!" Bruce thrust inside Joker, and began riding him. He couldn't take it slow. Even with Joker just having made him cum, he couldn't help himself. He thrust slow, but hard, making Joker gasp with each thrust. Joker wrapped his hands around Bruce, his nails clawing at his back, and Bruce loved it. He moved his hand down and gripped onto Jokers erection, wrapping his fingers tightly around it as he jerked him. He sucked on Joker's neck as he did so, leaving a trail of dark bruises. His thrusts were getting faster, and Bruce couldn't keep his balance, He let go of Joker's erection, and grabbed both of his hands, bringing them up above his head as he tangled their fingers together.
Oh it was so romantic. Joker loved how sweet Bruce felt inside him. He had never had sex like this. Not even with Harley, and he was pretty sure why. What he had with Harley, never meant anything. Not to him at least. It wasn't making love. It was just sex. But with Bruce, this was sweet love making at it's finest. Least from his experience.
When Joker came upon Bruce's stomach, he screamed out Bruce's name. His orgasm was hard and long, the tingles taking it's time to dissipate as Bruce rode him to his own Ecstasy. He rested his forehead in the nook of Joker's neck and let himself fall into Joker. Joker held him in his arms, Bruce's hair tickling his chin. Oh this was so right. He was holding his Bruce. His man. His boo. Whatever you wanted to call it. Whatever he was, he was his. And Joker was his in return. His heart was fluttering. Bruce looked up at him, leaning up on his forearms.
He wanted to say something, but had no idea what to say. Rolling off of Joker, he lied onto his back and gazed at the ceiling. Joker rolled over to his side, wrapping an arm around Bruce, and nuzzling his nose into his chest. Bruce sighed and wrapped an arm around Joker.
"Now that was surgery sweet." chuckled Joker.
"Shut up."
"I love you."
Bruce's heart stopped and he gasped for air.
"Shut up!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
Joker closed his eyes, chuckling to himself. Bruce was so adorable.
