Bruce could not believe what was going on. He tried to urge Ma'at not to listen to the man that reminded him so much of The Joker. Yet he couldn't influence him. Or anything for that matter. He remained stuck. Just watching everything from the prince's point of view.

At least he couldn't physically feel what was going on, but emotions hit him like a wrecking ball.

Affection. Fear. Anger. Nervousness.

Fear.

Now he wanted to wake up. Right now!

Still when he closed his eyes and reopened them, there he was. Still. Trapped in the consciousness of Prince Ma'at Yarğanat Batlar. Looking up into the vibrant green eyes of Isfet Khaba Joktar. The same exact shade of The Joker's irises.


Joker's hands shook. His vision filled with scenes of a long-ago past. One he had long since forced himself to forget.

Slamming his hands down on the desk, one of the pieces fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

"He's dead. His bones have turned to dust. His remains lost to me," his hands tightened into fists.

Closing his eyes he tilted his head back. Let the memories wash over him.

Perhaps if he rode the waves to the end he'd finally get some peace and be able to finish his latest creation and watch Gotham go down in flames.

It was as if his consciousness drifted back to that long-ago time. But he couldn't control his body of old. He could only gaze into the blue of his lost lover's eyes.

Joktar waited. Tapped the end of one foot on the floor of their room.

Ma'at worried his lower lip between his teeth and, face flush with color, lowered his head so his hair fell over his eyes. "Master Joktar."

"Look at me, Bat."

Ma'at looked up.

Joktar leaned over him, brushed dark strands away from his forehead. "Are you frightened?"

"A l-little."

Joktar arched his brows. "Remember how to address me."

"Master."

"Good. Never forget again." He placed his right hand on Ma'at's left ankle just above the shackle. His fingertips massaging his flesh.

Ma'at gulped.

"Grab one of the pillows."

He nodded and reached for one and offered it to Joktar.

Joktar took it in his free hand as he knelt on the bed between Ma'at's legs. "Lift your hips, Bat."

Ma'at placed his elbows on the mattress and lifted his lower body off the bed.

Joktar positioned the pillow beneath him.

He felt a gentle breeze through the open window. Closed his eyes as his face tinged red.

Joktar reached a hand out to him and pinched his right nipple. Hard.

"Ah!" His eyes snapped open.

"Keep your eyes on me."

"That hurt," his pupils dilated when Joktar growled, "Master."

"I told you, I'm sadistic. Behave Bat and you'll escape punishment."

He was beginning to understand. If he wanted to be with this man, he had to learn how to please him.

"Would you ever love me, Master Joktar?"

Joktar's other hand began a slow climb up from his ankle to his calf. Fingertips brushed at the back of his knee.

A shiver ran up his leg straight to his cock.

"Perhaps. You may be a Beta, but I'm starting to see just how special you are."

He didn't correct him. Somehow he'd have to keep his true second gender a secret from Isfet... from Master Joktar until he loved him.

"Now, my Bat, we need oil, otherwise I won't be able to fuck you." His hand had traveled up along his inner thigh. His knuckles brushing his cock as his fingertips rubbed around his asshole.

His body shuddered, his hips arching up.

Joktar smirked at him. "You like that, don't you, Bat?"

Ma'at, or rather, Bat, nodded.

Joktar pinched his ass. "Use your words."

"Yes Master," he glared up at him.

"Good boy." He backed away and stood up off the bed. Glanced back at the cooling tub of water. "Ah, they did leave us with some body oil." He walked over and picked the bowl of oil up and brought it back to the bed.

Ma'at looked away, but snapped his gaze back recalling Isfet... his Master Joktar would punish him and wasn't sure what it might be this time.

"That's right, Bat, don't look away. Don't think you'll get away without punishment, but I think we'll save that for later. I'll have to think of something."

He gulped. Not knowing what the man would come up with had his mind reeling as he tried to think about what he might do.

"Now, tell me, Bat, how many times have you fucked someone?"

"N-no one, Master."

Dipping his fingers into the oil and setting the bowl aside on a stand next to the bed he quirked a brow. "How many times have you let someone fuck you then, Prince Ma'at. I can't be the first."

He could feel his face heating up again, "You are, Isfet Khaba Joktar."

"Another slip," he brought his oil coated fingers to Ma'at's hole, "I'll add that to your growing list of infractions." He blinked. "Wait, what did you say?"

He gulped. Wanted to look away, but nor did he want more and more reasons for the man to punish him. Not to mention he wanted to make sure the man knew the truth.

"I've never been with anyone, Master. I've only ever thought of you. Only wanted you. Have only ever loved you."

Joktar growled, "Fuck. As much as I want to take you hard and fast, I'll be as slow and gentle as possible. Now lift your hips a bit."

Lifting his hips he watched Joktar as he picked up the bowl of oil again and poured some onto his hand. The hand which he brushed over his ass.

"Spread your cheeks, Bat."

Face flush with color, elbows on the mattress, he reached underneath himself and with his hands spread his ass cheeks.

Joktar rubbed the oil around his hole. Pressed one finger against him there. "Push out and relax a bit, Bat."

With a strained breath, he forced himself to relax. Instead of clenching, he pushed out as directed. Gasped when he felt that first finger breach him to the first knuckle.

"I'm sorry if this stings a bit, Bat."

"T-thought you were a sadist, Master."

"True," he thrust his finger deeper a little bit more every few seconds, "but this is your first time. I want to make sure I spoil you for anyone else," his second knuckle breached past the wall of muscles, "That you'll still only want me. That I'll be the only one you can ever think about. Because once you're mine, you're mine forever." His finger was inside him to the third knuckle.

"But... you don't love me. Master."

"So?" He pulled his finger out and then thrust it back in.

His body arched, head thrown back, mouth parted on a moan. He covered his mouth with one arm. He'd touched a spot inside him with the quick motion which sent tendrils of desire heating him up. His cock twitched and dribbled precum.

Joktar grabbed his arm with his free hand and placed it back on the bed. "I want to hear every sound you make, my Bat." He lowered his head to run his tongue over the head of his evident arousal as he pulled out his finger and added a second.

He couldn't stop his body from shuddering, his abdomen from clenching and un-clenching, or his hole from gripping Joktar's fingers.

"What a needy hole you have, Prince Ma'at, my Bat."

His toes and fingers curled into the mattress beneath him as Joktar's breath heated the flesh between his legs and his tongue ran along the side of his cock to the crook between one of his legs.

Felt teeth nipping him there.

Every breath he took sounded like a gasp. Every exhale a moan, some low, others loud, some short, others drawn out.

A whimper escaped him as Joktar removed his fingers in order to make room for the third.

Joktar took the head of his cock in his mouth as he slowly thrust three fingers inside him.

His body relaxed as the man sucked on his head. Tongue rolling over the slit of the head of his cock.

"M-master!" His body arched, cock thrusting further into Joktar's mouth as the man thrust his fingers inside him again and again.

Joktar bobbed his head up, lightly nipped Ma'at's cock head, then lifted his head to gaze down at his flush body, blown-out pupils, and tousled hair.

"You're not to cum until I'm deep inside you, Bat."

He blinked. Wanted to complain. Gulped the words down. "Yes, Master Joktar."

Joktar removed his fingers. Knelt closer to his ass. Held the head of his cock against Ma'at's hole. "What do you want, Bat?" He brushed his cock up and down over his hole.

"Y-you, Master," he managed to barely get out as his body quivered beneath him.

"What's that? I didn't quite hear you." He paused his motion, reached to the side and dipped his hand in oil, using it to slick his dick.

"I want you, Master Joktar!"

"How do you want me, Bat?"

He glared up at him, heat crawling up his neck, over his cheeks, up to his ears. "I want your cock inside me, please, Master."

Joktar smirked, "Good boy, Bat," he took hold of each of Ma'at's knees and thrust forward. The head of his cock breached his ass.

His eyes widened as he realized just how large the other man was.

"Breath, Bat, breath!"

He hadn't realized he was holding his breath, but took a deep one and exhaled. Each breath he took, Joktar's cock inched further in. Every exhale Joktar paused.

He closed his eyes as they began to water from the burn.

Joktar leaned over him, brushed his lips over each eye. Tasted the salt of him on his tongue. Then thrust the rest of the way in.

Ma'at's eyes opened wide. His pupils dilated. His nails dug into the mattress as he let out a cry, one of mingled pleasure and pain.

Joktar paused. "Bat?"

Ma'at panted as he glanced into his green eyes.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"Did I hurt you?"

"A-a little."

Joktar glanced down between them. Let out a sigh, "You're not bleeding. That's good. Do you want to stop?"

"No!"

Joktar blinked. He grinned, "Do you like a little pain?"

He turned his head.

"Bat~" He drawled out his name warningly.

He glanced back up at him. "Y-yes, Master!"

Joktar smiled and began to rock his hips back and forth without warning.

His body arched into each thrust. His eyes slanted, his breath came in short shallow gasps and moans.

The man angled his cock so that his prostate was hit again and again with the greater pressure.

He lifted one hand to grasp his cock.

The man above him growled. "That's mine," he knocked his hand away.

"W-what?" He blinked up at him.

"Your cock belongs to me, Bat. You have to ask permission first, or wait until I tell you."

"You're evil, Master Joktar."

He thrust harder and faster, "I know," he chuckled.

His breathing hitched when he felt the man's cock getting larger at the base. "W-what's going o-on!?" He lifted his arms to wrap them around Joktar.

"I'm an Alpha."

"Oh." He buried his face against Joktar's shoulder as the man's knot grew. "I-it hurts," he whimpered.

"Sorry, Bat," he brushed his lips against Ma'at's shoulder. "But we're kind of stuck like this now."

He rocked his hips back and forth, but he couldn't fully pull out.

The knot of his cock slammed against Ma'at's prostate with each motion.

"Master, please."

"Please, what, Bat?"

"Let me cum. I need to cum," he moaned against Joktar's ear as his nails dug into Joktar's back.

Joktar growled and thrust faster, his own body shuddering as he shot a load inside Ma'at. "Cum for me, Bat."

Ma'at lay back against the mattress, letting go of his hold on his new lover and brought his hands to his cock. With only a few strokes his body shuddered, ass clenching around Joktar's knot, spurts of cum shot up onto their abdomens and chests.

Joktar lay atop Ma'at, breathing hard. His cock still deep inside him, the bulbous end keeping them locked together.

Ma'at lifted his hands, though coated in the liquid of their mutual desire, he wrapped them around the man lying atop him. Kissed his ear, "I love you, Master."

Joktar chuckled, "Even stuck like this?"

"Yes."


Bruce's eye twitched. He couldn't quite believe what he'd just witnessed. The man that had to be a much earlier version of Joker, and he didn't quite know how that was possible, had been both sadistic, and as gentle as he could all at once.

He felt the swell of his own cock in his slumber. "Great," he grumbled.

Bruce sat up, blinked, and wiped the sleep from his eyes. "That was weird," he grumbled and stood up. Frowned down at the bulge in his briefs. Shook his head and decided a shower was what he needed before donning the most current Batsuit.


Joker opened his eyes and frowned down at the tent in his pants. "Now I'm going to have to take care of this. Who am I supposed to fuck?"

Harley Quinn blinked as she walked in. "What's the matter Puddin'? Need some help with that?" She walked up to him and reached down.

He shoved her away. "Not now Harley," he let loose a harsh growl.

"But Puddin', that looks painful."

He stood up and walked out of the room. "Take care of that mess!"

Harley pouted after him.

"Oh, and Harls?"

She perked up, "Yes Mistah J?"

"We're through." He slammed the door behind him and ran down the hall out to the garage and hopped into a car.


A/N: Thank you for reading this far! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Would love to know what you think of it thus far and what you speculate might happen next. Don't worry, we'll be returning to the past, but no one can sleep forever, can they?