ITS 44 DEGRESS HERE TODAY WHY DO I EVEN LIVE IN AUSTRALIA.
Ahem.
I do have a reason why I haven't uploaded for 3 months. To begin with I was finishing my makeup course yada yada, and then I had to go spill OJ on my damn laptop keyboard, which made it impossible for me to write, even with an external keyboard, as the damn internal keyboard kept thinking the 'enter' button was constantly being pressed. Which it wasn't.
But yes I got really angry at it and took the whole damn laptop apart (I just HAD to have the most difficult laptop to take apart) and finally disconnected the keyboard hardware. I may basically have a computer now instead of a laptop but at least I can write.
On with the story, I do so hope you'll enjoy it. And also, chapter 8 if I'm not mistaken, I said I had an idea of how to fit Bane into the story… well, since I don't write anything down and wing every chapter (which I'm going to make a point of NOT doing from now on), I've up and forgotten the darn idea. So if you have an idea, please tell me.
I don't own anything.
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to truss up Batman we go..." The nasally voice of The Joker rang out through the building, echoing in its hollow corners.
He was currently in the process of dragging The Batman's armor clad body across the floor, towards a slightly concealed room mere meters away.
"Phew… Batsy I think ya could do with losing a few pounds…" He panted out, his lean muscles already aching. It was a task and a half just to get him into the doorway, and through it proved to be another momentous chore.
The Joker gritted his teeth in annoyance as Bruce's gauntlets caught on the frame for the second time.
"Really Bruce, if you don't get your act together soon, you're gonna wake up and I'm going to look like the bad guy when I have to knock you out again." He huffed as he stepped over Bruce's body and detached the blades from the old wood.
It took him another solid ten minutes to get Bruce into the room and seated in the creaky wooden chair placed right in the middle of the small room. The clown bent down and clasped his knees as he caught his breath. He was starting to think that maybe knocking him out wasn't the best idea he'd had.
He straightened up and cracked his neck, as he pulled out the rope from earlier. He let out a throaty chuckle as he began to bind Bruce to the chair.
"Ohhh, I can barely wait!" he giggled, before his voice got low and husky, "We're going to have so much fun."
Bruce's eyes fluttered open, to almost immediately be forced closed again from the blinding light. He moaned lightly and scrunched his lids shut trying to baby his now hurting eyes.
"Looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake." A deep voice from behind him sounded. Bruce opening his eyes despite the searing pain from the overly bright light.
"Joker." He confirmed, using his gravelly Batman voice.
"Batman." The Joker retorted back, in an equally as deep growl, mocking Bruce's own.
Bruce then realized where he was, and what kind of a predicament he was in. Tensing his arm muscles he could feel the tight ropes wrapped around his forearms and wrists. It was only when he caught a glimpse of naked skin that he looked down at himself.
He was in his underwear. He did, however, still have his cowl on, something that brought him relief even when he knew the Joker knew his identity.
The clown noticed his sudden realization and chuckled, still standing behind him.
"My turn to be in charge." He purred, walking calmly around Bruce, stopping when he was in front of him. He had shed his large, purple over coat and slightly lighter blue sports jacket, leaving him in his waistcoat and gloves ensemble.
Bruce watched with morbid curiosity as he peeled the purple leather from his hands.
"If you're going to cut me up into little pieces, I'd prefer if you didn't take your time." Bruce switched back to the charming playboy.
The Joker barked out a laugh.
"How many times do I have to say it Brucey-kins? I don't want to kill you!" He grinned widely at the declothed vigilante.
Bruce stared back at him apprehensively.
"Then what are you planning to do with me?" he regretted the words as soon as they left his tongue.
The Joker just smiled coyly at him as he dropped his gloves to the ground and started to unbutton his waistcoat. Bruce could do nothing but watch as the clown slowly undressed himself, the billionaires mouth setting into a straight line when he heard the others pant zipper slide down.
"I think you know exactly what I'm going to do with you." He whispered, his voice low and husky.
Bruce's straight set mouth curled downward into a frown. His mind replayed the events of the last time they had met.
He had hoped the clown had gotten his fill, no pun intended.
The said clown laughed at the face he was making, presumably reading his mind.
"You didn't think you could pawn me off by sticking your rich boy dick down my throat, did ya?" he laughed.
Bruce's face contorted with anger as he watched the clown slide down his purple slacks and kick them unceremoniously across the floor.
With his pants out of the way, he was left only in his once neon green boxers, which glided like a second skin over his thin hips.
Bruce was... surprised. The Joker had human skin underneath his garish garb. He was not, as some people would like to think, the Devil incarnate. He was indeed a man.
But his thoughts of the Joker's humanity were quickly interupted when the clown straddled him, slinging his arms around his neck. The Joker didn't waste time and went directly in for the kiss, smothering Bruce's lips with his own.
The playboy's mind raced, searching for a logical escape plan, all while the rope around his wrists binding him to the chair seemed to tighten.
After a solid minute of passionate kissing on the Joker's half, he withdrew to catch his breath. Bruce took the opportunity to draw back his head and bring it down smashing into the others.
A crack echoed through the room, followed by the clowns low laugh. He looked at Bruce as he brought a hand to his bloodied head.
"So, uh, what exactly was the plan after your little head bump?" he laughed louder now, looking Bruce right in the eye.
As if to punish Bruce, he started grinding his hips against his flaccid member. Bruce may have been Batman, but he had his weaknesses. He stayed sullen faced as the clown rode him, coaxing an erection out of him.
"Ohhh... seems like somebody has come out to play." he teased, grinding down on the other's now hard organ.
"Just accept it Bruce..." he sneered at the dark haired man.
"I've won."
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I'm sorry I kinda maybe a little left it on a sexually fraught cliff hanger.
It just seemed the smut needed an entire chapter to itself ya know?
It'll come, I promise!
*Cowers in fright*