Joker clapped his hands in glee. Now, he asked himself, What to do next? Then inspiration struck.
"Take it off, Batsy."
Bruce stared at Joker in shock and spluttered, "What?!"
Joker rolled his eyes, "The mask. I know who you are. Take. It. Off."
Batman shook his head, "No. You don't know for sure who I am, I'm not letting you know if you're right or not."
Joker shrugged nonchalantly, "Okaaaaay then. I'll just visit our friend Bruce Wayne and ifff he's not home. Well, his butler, Alfred will be." He cocked his eyebrow, waiting.
Batman growled and raised his hands to his cowl. He rested his hands at the bottom and closed his eyes. In one practiced pull, it was over his head. Bruce didn't want to see the look on Joker's face when he realized he had guessed right.
Joker held his breath as Batman pulled his mask off. His eyes hungrily roamed Bruce's face. He licked his lips, "Just as, uh, pretty as I remember."
Bruce's eyes opened and glared at Joker, "Shut. Up. Before I make you." He growled.
"No, I-uhh-actually mean it, darling." Joker stepped closer to Bruce and ran a finger down his cheek. A faint blush colored Bruce's cheeks and he jerked away.
"Ah ah ah, cupcake. We're playing like grown ups right now. Unless you'd like me to use this?" He shook the detonator.
Bruce audibly ground his teeth but managed to keep still as Joker cupped his face. Standing this close, Bruce had the opportunity to study the Joker. They were about the same height, he noted. He had always assumed that he was the taller off the two, maybe because the batsuit made him seem so much bigger and taller.
Joker watched Bats -no, now he was Bruce Wayne- stare at him. He leaned in and gave the man plenty of opportunity to pull back. He could see Bruce take a deep breath as Joker kissed him.
Bruce held himself as still as possible, trying not to provoke the other man. He had a terrible idea of what the cost of saving Gotham would be... He just hoped it wouldn't break him completely. But he could -would- do anything for his city. Bruce couldn't do it, he shuddered in revulsion, but Batman could.
Joker could feel Bruce's resignation to the situation but he was getting aggravated that the darker man wouldn't respond. He went to pull away, clasping Bruce's bottom lip and biting.
Batman's eyes widened as he felt a jolt of arousal at the rough treatment. That was unexpected and unwanted. It had been so long since someone had even actually kissed him, he figured the feeling was from his neglected libido, finally making itself known in the worst possible situation.
"Now, Brucie, this isn't fun unless we both par-ticipate, ya know." Joker looked at him sternly, "Try harder." A thought struck him, "Kiss me, darling. Like you mean it. Or boom!" He mimicked an explosion.
Bruce growled softly. He wanted participation? Fine, Bruce thought, that's what he'd give. He dropped his Batman persona and adopted his playboy one. He'd give the Joker the best kiss he'd ever had, and maybe while he was dumbstruck, Batman could knock his ass out and throw him back in Arkham before he woke. Bruce grabbed the clown by the lapels and jerked him forward. The air rushed out of the Joker as their bodies collided. Joker's eyes widened. Brucie didn't kiss like he expected him to, all tongue and teeth and dominance. It was more of a slow seduction, soft and sweet, coaxing instead of demanding.
Joker found himself melting into the kiss. He opened his hands and threaded them around Bruce's neck, not registering the clatter of the detonator as it fell, forgotten. He pulled Bruce closer and the kiss grew more heated, more urgent. Bruce's tongue lapped the seam of Joker's lips until Joker welcomed him in. Bruce's hands wandered from the other man's coat down to his waist. He wrapped his hands around the lithe man.
Bruce was the first to pull back, panting. He hasn't expected that to happen. Joker leaned his forehead against Bruce's, as they tried to catch their breath. He knew the moment he lost Bruce when his blue eyes went wild with panic.
"Oh, doll." He sighed, forlorn, as Bruce pulled back quickly. As he backed away, he kicked the forgotten device on the floor. His eyes darted to it and back to the Joker.
"I..Oh fuck." Bruce cursed, "What the fuck..."
Joker took a step forward, raising his hands to show the panicking man he meant no harm, "Relllax, Bruce. Take a breath."
Bruce acted on instinct, mind numb and blank. In one fluid motion, Bruce jerked his cowl back on, crunched the detonator, and punched the Joker.
Joker fell to the ground. Instead of getting up, he leaned up on his elbows and stared at his Bats, "I had hoped that would make you see but I guess I have my work cut out for me. We'll have to come to a deal, Brucie, otherwise I'll tell and you'll be locked up in Arkham with me. Maybe we'll be cell buddies!" He laughed. Batman growled and pulled his leg back to kick Joker.
"Ah ah ah, Bats. Never kick a man while he's down. Go panic. We'll work out a deal later. I'll be in touch." His voice hardened, "Run away now, like a good little bat before I change my mind." He waved his hands toward the window behind Batman.
Bruce stared at the other man for a moment before he did the only thing he could... He went to the closest window and jumped, Joker's laughter following him away.