"Ahhh!"

Bats was riding the Joker who still had his pants on, the clown's hands on his hips as he went up and down on the elder one's cock. Smiling, Joker growled out, "Do you like this?"

"Y-Yes." Bats answered, his voice trembling.

"Damn… I want to fuck you properly, let's change positions." The scarred man made movement to get up but was stopped by hands pushing down on his chest. Joker looked at his lover in question and received a small smile.

"There's something I want to try first." The brunette said quietly.

"What?"

Bats didn't answer, bending close so they were face to face. "Seriously, what are you planning to-?" The green haired one asked again but stopped when he felt lips on one of the scars on his face. Suddenly the lips turned into a tongue, making him freeze with wide eyes.

"B-Bats…"

"Do you like this?" The brunette asked, repeating the other man's earlier question as he pulled away.

"Yes, don't stop!"

Bats did as he was told which made the clown beneath him actually tremble. "Fuck!" The clown finally yelled out, pushing the other onto his back. With his dick still inside Bats, the Joker began to pound into him which got a loud moan from the brunette.

Finally they both came, screaming out each other's name.

Panting, they looked at the other and the brunette said softly, "I love you."

Joker's face turned white without his makeup, his eyes widening. "W-What's wrong?" The younger man asked nervously.

"Nothing," said the clown as he got off the couch and straitened his pants, "let's just go to sleep."

Bats looked at the elder male's back, his expression a mix between hurt and confusion.

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The young brunette, who had been sleeping on the couch with the Joker sleeping on the floor next to him, heard a noise in the middle of the night. "Joker, Joker. Wake up!" Bats shook the other man's shoulder, his own voice sounding distressed.

"W-What?" The clown asked sleepily.

"I think there's someone in he-"The brunette began but was stopped by a hand on his arm which was now pulling him off the couch. Screaming, he tried to get the hand off him.

"Joker!"

"Bats?!"

The clown began to get up off the floor but was grabbed by another man himself. "Get the fuck off me!" The scarred man struggled, pissed at himself for having no weapons on his person. He then jerked his head backwards, hitting his captor on the nose hard.

"Fucking clown broke my nose!" The man yelled, instinctively letting go of the green haired man to hold his injury. "That's nothing, try this!" Joker growled as he kicked the man's groin.

The man yelped in pain and brought his hands towards that area instead as the Joker ran towards Bats. He was almost there when he was grabbed again, this time by a bigger and stronger male.

"Where the fuck are you all coming from?!"

"Me." A smooth voice said simply from the darkness.

A light came on, filling the once dark warehouse. The scarred man blinked, adjusting his eyes to the light, and looked at the one who had spoken.

"Who the hell are you?" The clown asked.

"My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane. However, you can call me Scarecrow." The man answered from beneath a strange mask made from a sack.

"Harley, is that you?"

Joker heard Bats' question, making him look towards his direction and then back towards where the brunette was looking.

"Shit…" The scarred man whispered.

"Yes it's me, you freak." The blonde female answered Bats, a look of disgust on her face. However, her expression softened when she looked towards the Joker. "Hi, pudding."

"Are you part of this?" The scarred man questioned.

"Yep. Scarecrow promised me that you'd be all mine again."

The green haired man was about to say something but the one wearing a mask beat him to it. "My, my. Joker you look even scarier without the makeup."

The scarred man gritted his teeth at the insult.

"Don't say things like that!" Both the clown and the doctor looked towards the younger male who was still being held captive.

"What, you don't like it? Why should it matter so much, Bruce?"

Bats eyes widened. "Why are you calling me that? Dorian called me that."

"What?" Joker asked but nobody answered him. Scarecrow laughed, "That's your actual name. Did you really go by such a horrid name as "Bats" all this time?"

Bats looked down and didn't say a word. "Do you even know how you even got that name in the first place?" The doctor asked condescendingly.

"Enough, what the hell are getting at?!" Joker yelled out, beginning to get angry.

"I can make you remember, you know. I have a drug that can pull all those memories to the surface." Scarecrow continued, paying no attention to the scarred man.

"What if I don't want to remember?" The brunette said softly.

"It doesn't matter what you want, you're a sex slave. I'd love to see you exposed to your fears."

"Hmm, come to think of it," the man in the mask said, "you're supposed to be drugged right now. I guess it was a failure."

"What the hell are you talking about?" The Joker asked, losing his patience. "I'm simply saying that right now he should be calling you master and such. Not having a will of his own, pretty much." Scarecrow remarked.

"You mean it was supposed to make him like that all the time?"

"Precisely."

Joker thought about it for a bit before asking, "Wait, why would you be drugging Bats in the first place anyway?"

"Because I provide the drugs for the pimp of that establishment." The man behind the mask answered. "But as I've said, I have something much bigger in store for you two as far as my drugs go."

"But in order to try this out on you, I believe a change of location is in order."

Before the young man and the scarred one knew what was happening, they were both knocked out by the men holding them back.

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Groaning, Joker opened his eyes and found himself in a very large room. As his eyes examined the room, his eyes fell on Bats who was chained to a roof support.

"Bats!" The clown shouted, pulling forward but was stopped suddenly. Looking up, he was chained to the wall himself.

"I see you're awake." The Scarecrow's voice rang out as the man made his presence known. "Fuck you, scary! Just leave Bats out of whatever you're planning to do!" The scarred man growled angrily. The doctor paid no attention to the clown and instead went over to the brunette and slapped him across the face to wake him up.

Bats jerked in his restraints, his now open eyes darting about as if he were somewhere else in his mind. Grabbing his chin, the man behind the mask forced him to look at him. "I see you're awake. I have something to show you before I use my Fear Gas on you. Think of it as an example of what you're going to be experiencing."

Some of Scarecrow's men came out from the shadows and threw a man onto the floor. The man had bleach blonde hair and he was an utter wreck. "Please, no more! No, more!"

"Dorian!" The brunette cried out, tears coming down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying for him? I was told that he almost raped you." The doctor remarked, turning his head from his former spy to look at Bats.

"I-I thought if the Joker let him go, he would be…."

"Honestly, Dorian wouldn't have stopped doing what he tried to do to you. He would've done it to someone else. I'm only preventing him from doing so." Scarecrow answered, sounding as if he was talking to a child.

"Everyone knows you're doing it because you get some sick pleasure out of it!" Joker yelled.

"Am I any different than you? I believe you enjoy it when you kill all those innocents. How is it that Bruce loves you anyway?"

Joker looked down in shame, remembering his lack of an answer to Bats when the brunette took a chance to tell him that.

"It really doesn't matter. The boy will probably tell us himself." The doctor said, suddenly making some gas leave his wrist.

"No!" The scarred man screamed.