A/N: This really my first batman fanfiction so please bare with me! And I'm sorry this took so long to post! ...It's just too damn long. xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any of it's characters!
Warning: This chapter contains adult content.
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Bruce's arms fell down to his sides. His eyes were wide with disbelief as he stared at the smiling scarred man. He found himself shaking his head. "You can't be serious."
"Normally, I am not but today, I am going to make an exception." The Joker placed his hands in his pockets. He wanted to let his hands hang by his sides but he knew that it would not look very convincing. To win this battle, he was going to look convincing. "There's nothing wrong with a night, now is there?" He asked.
Yes! Yes, there is! Bruce was screaming in his mind over and over that there were so many things wrong with this. Yet, he kept his "remotely surprised" look on the outside. In their moment of silence, Bruce noticed how fast his heart had begun to beat. He gulped loudly and brought his eyes from his feet back to the Joker. "So, let me get this right. You just want to spend a night with me?"
"Just? Batsy, you make it sound like its a simple thing." The Joker took a step closer to Bruce but the billioniare quickly backed away. "I plan on doing much more than simple things." Once again, with another step forward, Bruce stepped back.
Bruce grimaced at the Joker. What was this man actually planning? Did he just want to kill him? Was he going to torture him? While lost in his own thoughts, Bruce did not noticed the Joker was now in reaching distance. In fact, the Joker was touching Bruce. Bruce jumped as he felt the tingle of the Joker's index finger tracing his chest and slowly gliding down to his thigh. With a hard kick to the side, Bruce walked past the Joker.
"Nice one." The Joker giggled, bent over and clutching his side. "But remember, if you are that reluctant on performing this small request, I have alternatives." Like a smoker would pull out their lighter, the Joker uncovered the C-4 detonator and held his thumb over the button.
"Wait!" Bruce found himself raising his voice out of panic. "What do I need to do to make sure you don't kill anyone?"
"I don't want anyone at your house. All of your little maids and butlers need to take a hike. I want it to just be you and me tonight."
Bruce felt his eyes grow wider. He never heard the Joker mention anything about his penthouse until now. Why did he add this new condition? Still, Bruce nodded and pulled out his cell phone and texted Alfred, repeating the words the Joker had just said. He lifted the phone to show the smaller man. Bruce did not want him to have any reason to kill someone.
"Good." The Joker headed towards the door. He looked back over his shoulder. "Well, are you coming, honey?" He winked. With a deep sigh, Bruce found himself closely following the insane criminal.
"Mr. Wayne." One of the guards nodded to him as they reached the elevator. A few steps back, the Joker had allowed Bruce to take the lead, just incase anyone grew suspicious.
Walking into the elevator, the Joker eagerly stepped in also. Glancing over at the younger man, Bruce could not help but wonder about the man. He looked amused by the red velvet walls and the gold floor buttons. "Bruuucey." He sang, swinging around to face him. "You know what two people do in an elevator when they are alone together?"
"Stand and wait patiently." Bruce said without a second thought.
"You're no fun." The Joker snickered, dusting off his suit jacket. He could see his reflection in the metal elevator doors and quickly fixed his hair.
Meanwhile, Bruce was beginning to question why his family decided to go with seventy floors for the Wayne Enterprises building because it had to be the most miserable elevator ride of his life. Finally, after forty five seconds of awkwardness, the two stepped out.
The Joker hid his hands behind his back to make sure that the guards did not see the detonator in his hand. "A car is waiting for you in the front, sir." A man told Bruce as he held the door open for the billionaire and his friend. The two walked out to the black Mercedes, where a man with an English accent said, "Hello, sir." He opened the door and the Joker jumped in with no hesitation.
Shutting the door, Alfred look at Bruce with concern. "Sir, may I ask what you are doing with him?"
"I'm sorry, Alfred, but I have to or else thousands will die." Bruce and the butler slowly walked to the other side of the car. "Them dying because of me being stubborn is intolerable." He faced Alfred with a faint smile. "Just have the cops at the mansion by six in the morning."
Alfred nodded and opened the door. Bruce slipped in the car softly. He glanced over at the Joker, who was smirking wildly. Bruce leered at the man. He did not feel comfortable sitting in a car, next to his enemy. Bruce told himself that he would not say a thing to him until the man was trapped in his mansion. Of course, the Joker was not going to let that happen.
"What's the back story?" The Joker rested his chin in his hand. "How did this all start? How did little Brucey become Bats?"
Bruce's eyes slowly traveled over to the man in the purple suit. He did not say anything.
"Did all of the guilt and sadness of losing his mommy and daddy finally get to you? Finally, you decided that maybe, if you could stop other criminals, that it could not happen to anyone else?" The Joker intertwined his fingers together and rested them behind his head. "Or is it more of a personal satisfaction thing? You feel that you cannot do enough as Bruce Wayne so you think that if you can try to help Gotham under incognito, then you will have more meaning in life."
Bruce felt his nails digging into his fists. He loosened his grip but when he clenched them again, they were just as hard. Bruce began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. Was he really going to be able to survive a whole night with this man?
"We are not that different, you and I." The Joker laughed. "In fact, we are very much alike."
Rolling his eyes, Bruce peeked up to the front seat where Alfred was driving. The man must have sensed his distress because Bruce could see the old man's eyes looking worried in the rear view mirror. Through the front window, Bruce could see that they were almost at his mansion. Thank God, he thought. At least they would not be this close in his large house.
Alfred pulled up to the side of the house. At once, Bruce darted out of the car. "Set things the second we close the door, got it?" He told Alfred, who had opened the driver's door. Bruce went around to the Joker's side, grabbed his wrists and yanked him out.
"Oh, Batsy." He giggled as the billionaire dragged him to his house. "Oh, nice place you got." The Joker's eyes looked at the large mansion. He glanced over his shoulder to mouth "Goodbye!" to Alfred, who only scowled back. Once they reached the door, Bruce literally kicked the Joker in and shut the door. There was a minute of silence. The Joker, sitting on his behind on the floor stared up at Bruce. He noticed that he was waiting for something.
And then it happened. The loud sound of metal sliding and hitting metal filled the room as every window and door was covered with steal-plated shields. It took a few minutes for the process to complete. Once it was finished, silence swept the room again. With a chuckle, the Joker looked up at Bruce. "Well prepared, I see."
With that, Bruce walked away from the crazy man. He let out a sigh of relief. At least, if the Joker destroyed anything in here, it could be replaced. Bruce looked up at the clock. It was seven o' clock. He had to survive almost twelve hours with Gotham's most wanted man.
Immediately, the Joker jumped up and followed Bruce. The billionaire checked over his shoulder and sighed, continuing to ignore him. Meanwhile, the Joker's eyes wandered around the place. He was still having a hard time registering Bruce Wayne as Batman and this made it even harder. Fancy china plates? Gold-plated picture frames with Bruce and his corperate partners?
Then again, the Joker was not sure he knew what to imagine. When he looked at Batman, he saw no one but Batman. Batman was the figure's identity. It was no disguise or character role. It was the person standing in front of him. Or maybe a puppet. A puppet controlled by this big business man walking in front of him.
"How long do you plan on following me?" Bruce finally spoke up. The Joker jerked his head up. He had been lost in his thoughts until now. It happened rarely but it happened.
He replaced his confused look with a grin and chuckled. "I'm the guest. Aren't you supposed to give me a tour?"
Bruce scoffed as he turned around and began to pace around the first floor once again. No matter what he did, the criminal continued to stalk him. They did this for another five minutes. Finally, becoming so agitated, Bruce swiftly turned around and roundhouse kicked the Joker right in the face. The smaller man fell down the ground, snickering as he wiped the blood that was emerging at the corners of his mouth. "That was uncalled for."
"It's just me and you. Nothing is 'uncalled for.'" He spat at the man. The Joker rose back to his feet while Bruce turned away. He looked up at the clock. He had wasted a half an hour mindlessly walking circles around the first floor. Growing bored of doing nothing, Bruce headed to the kitchen.
The Joker followed closely behind. A smile was planted on his face as he discovered they were entering the kitchen. At this point, the Joker broke off from the man and decided to search the kitchen himself. Bruce watched him from the corner of his eye as he pulled out a tomato from the kitchen. The Joker noticed and looked up, just as Bruce took a bite from the tomato.
"How disgusting..." The Joker grimaced. It was funny to look at, from Bruce's perspective.
"I disagree." He took another bite. A small bit of juice escape his lips and traveled down his chin. Bruce noticed the Joker watching it. "I could name worse things." He muttered, wiping the juice.
With the disappearance of the drop that the Joker was tempted to lick off himself, he continued his rummaging. Opening the cabinets, all that could be found were dishes and silverware. He looked in the pantry. There was only many kinds of bread and packaged foods. The Joker's head cocked to the left as he spotted a freezer one would find in a gas station. He opened the fog-covered glass and at once, a wide grin spread across his face. "Bingo." He giggled, pulling out a fudge bar. "Do you have a 7/11 in here or something?" The man joked, unwrapping his dessert and stuffing the top half in his mouth.
"It's just a simple freezer." Bruce sighed, finishing his tomato. He threw the bad pieces in the garbage. Leaning on the counter, he kept the Joker under surveillance as he continued on his ice cream. The manic noticed and smirked. He stuck his tongue out and let it travel from the bottom to the top of the dessert ever so slowly. He placed it in his mouth and pushed it in deep, sucking softly on the fudge bar for a few moments, then pulling it out with a small 'pop'.
Bruce began to notice the blush on his face. Why was he-? What was he aft-? Bruce quickly shook his head and turned away.
Meanwhile, the Joker chuckled to himself. He was incredibly easy to fluster. He finished his fudge bar, bit the wooden stick in half and threw it in the sink. He did not know where the garbage can was and like hell he was going to look for it.
Out in the living room, Bruce stood alone, thinking to himself. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he did not hear the Joker sneak up behind him. In fact, the only thing that knocked him out of his thoughts was when the Joker grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled him backwards. Of course, Bruce acted immediately, landing his elbow in the Joker's face.
The Joker backed away, clutching his nose. "You're so... violent." He muttered, though his voice sounded nasaly because he was holding his nose. Bruce turned around, almost saying something out of concern. He then remembered that this was the Joker and shrugged it off.
The Joker pulled his hand away from his nose. Yup, he was bleeding. Badly. He breathed in through his nose, trying to stop some of the blood from all rushing out. Smacking his lips together, the Joker ignored the taste of iron in his mouth. He knew Bruce was already flustered and embarrassed. He knew this was the perfect time and some stupid attack would not stop him.
He reached around Bruce again, whose elbow came flying at him again. As fast as he could, the Joker bent down, dodging it. He tackled Bruce, pushing him by his waist. The two of them tumbled down onto a couch that was nearby. Bruce landed with an 'umph'. He opened his eyes to find the Joker stradling him. Bruce harshly pushed with his leg to try to get the man off but had no success. The Joker just laughed, coughing from being kicked in the abdomen.
Bruce repeated again and again, but somehow the Joker remained looking down on him. His breathing had become staggered. Bruce could not help but begin to wonder. He had just kicked the shit out of this guy and he still insisted on staying on top of him? He bet one more kick would do the job. So, Bruce aimed another kick right for the criminal's ribs.
The Joker coughed loudly. His arms gave away and, going against Bruce's plan, the criminal landed in his lap. He held him by his shoulder, trying to pull the coughing man off of his lap. That was when Bruce realized it. Under the Joker's coughs, he was laughing. The bastard was still laughing?
Just as Bruce went to toss him away, the Joker grabbed Bruce by his shoulders. "The only way to get rid of me is to kill me." He snickered. "You should know that by now."
Bruce would have continued beating him but he was distracted by the Joker's expression. Why hadn't he noticed it before? He'd beaten the man up tons of times before. Maybe it was the makeup that hid everything before. Or maybe it was just because he never had thought of the Joker as "human" before. But the pained look in his face, even though he was laughing, made him look so human. The Joker was not supposed to be human. He was some type of monster who looked like a human being but had none of their emotions or feelings. As one would say, a wolf in sheep's clothing.
As the Joker began closing the distance between them, Bruce could not bring himself to push him away. The pain and desire reflecting in his eyes, along with the hints of green were too mesmerizing. Even as their lips touched, Bruce's eyes were still locked with the Joker's.
They remained still for a second. Then, the Joker began kissing him deeply. He fought for an entrance into the billionaire's mouth but Bruce finally reacted, keeping his lips tightly sealed. The Joker growled, frustrated and leaned back a few inches. He glared at Bruce but the man ignored it. The criminal took a minute to think over something. Then, "Come on, Brucey. Don't you ever want to have any fun?"
"Explain your definition of 'fun'." He scowled.
"Well, it all starts with you and I being in a large house together." He took a second to look around him. "Then, as time passes, we grow bored, so we begin to kiss." The Joker leaned in to kiss Bruce but still received nothing back. "Since you don't want to have fun, we try a different game."
The Joker's right hand slid from the man's shoulder, down his chest and stopped at the crotch. He scratched the surface of the fabric softly and then, unexpectantly, he grabbed onto Bruce.
The dark haired male let out a surprised gasp, giving his enemy the perfect chance. The Joker swooped in and kissed Bruce, sliding his tongue into the other's mouth. Bruce's eyes snapped open. He started pushing the Joker's shoulders but the other man began massaging his member with his thumb. Bruce's arms lost their strength and turned to jelly as they fell back to his side.
He felt the Joker's tongue slide against his and pulled back his own. This was disgusting. What was the maniac thinking? Okay... that was a stupid question. But what was he planning on doing? Why did he want to make out with him? Was it just so he could brag? Tell the other criminals he raped Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham?
It did not matter. Bruce would not let it go any further anyway. Once he found an opening, (and made the bastard stop touching him down there) he would punch him, maybe even knock him out, handcuff him somewhere safe and wait until morning came to send him back to Arkham.
Bruce sighed inwardly and kissed back. It caught the Joker by suprise, making him stop in place. Bruce took this time to back away and push the other man away. "Why are you doing this?"
"You are not enjoying yourself? I have to say, this is quite a hoot." He chuckled, smirking at the leering man.
"I'm serious."
"I know." The Joker's smile fell to a disappointed look. "You are always so serious. Does it hurt to relax and smile for once?"
"When I'm around you?" Bruce said. "Yes."
The Joker shook his head. "You're no fun, Batsy."
"Who said I wanted to be?"
"Me." The Joker leaned in again. He decided not to go straight to the lips but began by his collar bone. He slowly worked up the larger man's neck, smiling as he worked. He had to be making some kind of progress if Bats hadn't punched him away yet. By the time he made his way back up to his lips, he discovered Bruce's expression to remain indifferent. Inching away, the Joker ran his fingers through his own hair.
"Why do think I wanted to be with you tonight?" He spoke to the Batman, his voice much lower and more serious than before. "Are you so naive to actually believe I wanted money or public attention?" His piercing green eyes met Bruce's again. "I thought you could not possibly be so blind as to think that I am doing this to be a criminal. We have been playing this bat and mouse game for months now, not because we are forced to, but because we want to. We enjoy being together, testing each other, playing with each other."
The Joker began working his hand on Bruce's member again, making the man moan softly. "No, Joker. That is you. Not me." He forced himself to say, trying his hardest not to show a reaction to the growing swelling in his pants caused by the man on top of him.
"You expect me to believe that?" He spat. "You're telling me that you truly keep the Batman persona just to "fight crime and clean the streets"? Scary-Johnny-Crow can't possibly pose a threat." With a flick of his thumb, the Joker undid the button of Bruce's slacks. "Admit it. You enjoy our games of tag."
"I won't because it's not the truth." He said with a straight face, though his face was growing red.
"Oh come on. I'll admit it. I love playing and dancing with you, Bats. I can't kill you because if I do, who else can survive as long as you have without boring me? You complete me. Maybe, in some crazy way, I love you."
Bruce felt himself choke for a second. Did the heartless monster just admit he might feel love? No wait, that was the wrong thing to be thinking at the moment. Bruce knew he was supposed to be wondering how the crazy man could love him. He can't love him! First of all, they were sworn enemies! Second, they were both men. Then again, Bruce never really believed that gender stopped love but this was the goddamn Joker!
"But it does not matter to you. So I will just deal with being forcing you to keep me with you for a night just to be forced back to Arkham tomorrow." He leaned down and began kissing Bruce. Bruce had to admit that he was surprised that the Joker knew about his plan for the next day. He found himself starting to feel bad for the Joker. Unrequited love hurt.
Quickly, Bruce scolded himself. He could not feel sorry for the maniac! Especially because he loved him!
But Bruce began to review the Joker's comments. Why had Bruce continued being Batman? He could have just left the Joker for the police. They would catch him. Yet, why did Bruce feel it was his responsibility to keep the Joker in check?
The Joker might as well have been making out with a mannequin. Bruce was making no movement. It was starting to anger the Joker. "You taste so good. I think I'd like to taste more." He whispered in the billionaire's ear, giving it a soft lick before backing away. At once, Bruce noticed the Joker's head drop. His face turned as red as a tomato as the Joker unzipped his pants with his teeth. He slid the man's pants down to his knees and smirked. "Black silk boxers. A man of great taste." He ran his calloused hands over the smooth underwear.
Bruce's hands had a vice-like grip on the Joker's. "You are not allowed to go any further." Bruce stared at his full hands and wondered how he could get handcuffs without freeing the Joker. While Bruce was thinking, the Joker giggled and bit the end of one of the legs of his boxers. He turned his head, pulling the boxers down an inch. Luckily, there was no possible way Bruce's face could get any redder.
This all seemed so childish. The Joker was persistent on removing Bruce's pants and when he got closer to achieving his goal, Bruce blushed like a seventh grader changing in the locker room for the first time.
The Joker repeated the action with the other leg. The man's waistband was riding on the edge of revealing everything. Oh god, Bruce thought. This could not be happening.
"Brucey, I'm just trying to help you relax. It won't hurt to give into pleasure every once in a while. Hell, this will feel nice. I'm sure someone has done this for you before." He fought for his hand back but no cigar. So instead, he went with his prior plans and with a hard yank with his head, the silk boxers slid down Bruce's thighs and down to the floor. The Joker's laughter started again as he stared at the other's unveiled member. "You're obviously enjoying this." He nodded, motioning towards it.
"I- You-" Bruce was at a loss for words.
"Just give in. You'll enjoy it even more if you let me continue." Still, Bruce's grip stayed. The Joker sighed. "What kind of man wouldn't want head after a frustrating day at work?"
"A sane one." Bruce growled.
"Let's put it this way. If I'm not sane, then you don't have to act sane when I am the only one around?" The Joker leaned down but Bruce yanked the other's arms higher, raising him a few inches. Growing frustrated, the Joker began to flail about. As before, his attempts proved to be in vain. "Brucey, don't you think I'd be a nice fuck?"
The dark haired man's eyes widened once again. Glancing down in the Joker's hands, Bruce realized that the detonator was still taped to the man's hand. Yet... He hadn't threatened him with it throughout this whole period of time. Was the Joker really willing to let someone else willingly choose? His eyes dropped slightly. Maybe this one time could not hurt. As long as no one else knew, everything would be okay, right?
The Joker glanced up to noticed that slowly, Bruce's grip was releasing. He smirked evilly at the billionaire. "I knew you would see things my way."
Bruce grimaced at the comment. He prayed that he did not regret this.
Heat spread through his body as the Joker wrapped his hand around him. He brought it down the shaft slowly. Taking his hand away, he let his fingers trace around the base. Finally, he let his head fall down. The Joker blew softly on the tip. He could see the man shutter below him. Just as he grew closer to it, the Joker sat straight up again. "I think I might need both hands." He quickly unwrapped the duct tape around his hand. He balled it up and threw across the room, then he placed the detonator back his jacket.
Without any other warning, the Joker suddenly covered the tip of Bruce's member with his mouth. Bruce sucked in a sharp breath as he closed his eyes roughly. He had not expected the wave of heat to go over him. Slowly, he eased his eyes open to see the Joker staring at him with a cocky grin. Why did he stop? Bruce went to say something but he could not think of what to say.
A short chuckle escaped the Joker before he leaned back down. Bruce let out a long breath when he felt the man's lips on him again. His head titled back and his hands were planted firmly on the couch. He tried to keep his eyes open but every time, they would fight to stay shut.
Bruce could feel pressure growing in his lower abdomen and opened his eyes. He had been in such a trance-like state for the past few minutes, he had forgot how things were supposed to end. "Something wrong?" He heard the man under say, still smiling.
"I-" He stopped, realizing a sudden ache in his lower region. Bruce was in a slight state of disbelief. He was missing the Joker? The Joker, who was kneeling in front of him, watched him with both frustration and curiosity. He was getting sick of this man's uncertainty.
"You're supposed to be enjoying this. Not thinking." The Joker growled. Bruce wanted to apologize but there was no way to say to that. When the other's mouth was covering him again, he let out a soft moan.
The criminal began using his hands more, fondling him as he sucked on him. A spasm of pleasure overcame him and he found his hands tangled in the Joker's mess of hair.
Really, the Joker enjoyed the rough pulling of his hair. It just encouraged him to do more to the billionaire. He was going to make him cry in pleasure. Make him beg for a release. As he tasted a bit of pre-release and felt Bruce's grip of his hair grow stronger as his breaths became hitched and short, the Joker backed away again.
"Why the hell-?" Bruce began, until he realized how terrible his aggressive, lusty voice sounded.
The Joker giggled. "That just reminded me of when you talk when you are Batman." He said. "Why do you have to sound so stupid? Is it to sound scary?" He smiled, trying to push Bruce's buttons.
The dark haired man shook his head in annoyance. He already felt crappy enough that he was letting this man give him oral sex. He was not going to converse with him while he did it and he would not let him get to him in his own house. He wanted the Joker to just finish so he could handcuff the man to somewhere sturdy and sleep in peace. But why the hell did he decide to stop?
Bruce bucked his hips slightly with a soft moan to try to show the Joker he wanted him to finish. His eyes widened when he saw the maniac shake his head. "What do you mean no?" He questioned.
"Beg."
"What?"
"You heard me." The Joker's voice was deeper and darker. "I want you to beg me to finish."
"Like hell..."
"Then you can finish yourself." The Joker backed away on his knees. He turned away and went to push himself off his knees when he heard a long groan and turned his head.
Bruce grabbed himself and circled his thumb on the head. "Mmm, Joker, please," He shot a lustful look to the man in the purple suit. He slid lower down the couch to make it look like he was really in the moment.
"Please what?" The Joker cupped his hand to his ear.
"Please, com-, su-," Bruce could not find the right thing to say so he ended up moaning syllables. He was not sure if he could feel more like an idiot.
"Come on, Batsy. You know the words." The Joker tilted his chin down and quietly mouthed the words.
Bruce's eyes snapped open at the words the Joker wanted him to say. There was no way he was saying it. No way. But as soon as Bruce's finger grazed his member, he moaned, wanting more. Bruce shook his head. He was not going to say it and he was not going to finish things himself. The Joker started this and he'd finish it.
The Joker stood up and dusted off his purple slacks. "If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen."
No, Bruce thought. He couldn't leave. Not now. This... This was not fair. He was torturing him. He was getting so sick of the clown's mind games.
"Joker! I want you to fucking make me come! I want you to make me come so hard, I'll be screaming your name! Fucking make me come!" Bruce yelled. Once he finished, his whole face turned a dark red. Still, his plan worked.
The Joker's eyes lowered as he inched his way back to Bruce, kneeling back down. "Well, if you put it that way..." He grabbed Bruce's hand away and brought it up to his mouth. "Now, that was my job. If you would have said it earlier, you wouldn't have embarrassed yourself so much." The Joker stuck the man's index finger in his mouth, sucked it softly and then took it back out.
He then replaced the finger with Bruce's member. He continued to make soft noises as the Joker continued his work. Soon, Bruce felt the familar sensation in his lower abdomen. The sudden realization that he would actually come to the Joker embarassed him even more. He turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut.
The Joker noticed this and glared. He reached up with the hand he was not using and grabbed Bruce by the chin. "Come on now. Look at me. I want to see you face twisted in pleasure." He sang before sucking harder.
Bruce's hands clutched the couch cushions. He found himself squinting his eyes open to watch the Joker. Short, hot breaths escaped him. "Jo- Joker." He said under his breath, replacing his hands in the other's wavy hair.
"Louder." The Joker smirked as Bruce thrust his hips into his mouth.
"More. Please." Bruce's whole body was turning into jelly. His grip loosened as he began to lose control.
The Joker shook his head. "Not good enough."
Bruce attempted to push the Joker's head down onto him but the man fought against him. "Harder." Bruce's voice was stronger.
"Better."
As the Joker took in more of him and Bruce realized how far he was. His vision went white as he let out a shout and came in the Joker's mouth. This caught him by surprise. He took a second to get used to what happened, and then swallowed quickly. He lifted his head and licked his lips, grinning at the man under the mask. "Delicious."
Bruce blushed and stood up. He quickly pulled up his boxers and pants. "Aww. That's it? Come on! We can have much more fun!" The billioniare began walking away as he buttoned his slacks. Once again, the Joker was close behind. "You can't deny that you enjoyed that. Imagine how you would feel if we went further!"
But Bruce did not respond. He walked around, as if he was searching for something. This, of course, annoyed the Joker. Bruce stopped to open and reach in a cabinet. The Joker growled under his breath before shouting, "Do NOT ignore me!" He raised his hand to Bruce.
At once, the clown's eyes were wide. Bruce spun around quickly, grabbed the man's raised fist and leaned in for a kiss. Bruce's eyes sparkled with amusement as they looked into the Joker's wide greens. He backed away with an indifferent way and began walking away.
The Joker went to follow him when he felt his arm be yanked back. Staring back, the Joker scowled at the handcuffs chaining him to the cabinet. "I would have never guessed you like it this way!" The Joker giggled as he yelled to the other. Bruce turned into the other room, now out of the Joker's vision. The criminal stared at the doorway for a few seconds, knowing he'd come back with a smile.
He began counting minutes in his head. Five minutes, ten, and soon almost a half an hour had passed without any response from Batsy. The bastard! The Joker began to flail against the wall, hoping that excessive force would loosen the chains or cabinet. Unfortunately, both were very well built and did not budge.
He could not believe it. He had actually fallen for it. The man actually suckered him in to being distracted long enough to handcuff him somewhere without him fighting back. He had to give him props for that. The Joker sighed and sank down against the wall. Couldn't he at least have left in a chair in range? It was uncomfortable having to sit down with your arm chained to something above your head.
Meanwhile, Bruce laid in his bed without any blankets covering him. His body was still incredibly hot from what happened before. For the first time in ages, Bruce wore a shirt with his pajama pants to bed. Was he conscious that the Joker would see him without his shirt if he did not wear when? Since when was Bruce embarrassed to show his body?
He was still in a state of disbelief. Bruce knew he should not have let the Joker give him a blow job. He regretted letting it go as far as it did.
But then why was there a voice in the back of his head regretting that he did not let the Joker go farther?
Bruce placed his face in his pillow. This was bad. He was not supposed to be lusting over the Joker. He was supposed to have the desire to capture him and send him back to Arkham, which would happen in the morning. Bruce just needed some sleep to clear his head and then he would hand the Joker into police's hands in the morning.
But should he really just left him against a wall? It would be quite uncomfortable to have to stay against for six hours.
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The Joker opened his eyes as light pushed against his eyelids. Was it really morning already? Wait... When had he fallen asleep? He just remembered sitting in the dark for a few hours, thinking to himself, and then he fell asleep. It was what he normally did in Arkham. But this time, it seemed slightly worse. There were no guards to bother while they passed him. He was alone. Alone, in the house of the only person he wanted to be with. How ironic.
He heard something hit the floor in front of him and opened his eyes all the way. Bruce had set down a tray of food. On the silver tray, there was a couple pieces of toast with jelly next to them. Beside it was a plastic cup filled with orange juice. The Joker cocked an eyebrow at the other man. "What am I supposed to put the jelly on with?"
"Use your fingers." Bruce shrugged, heading back to the kitchen.
"Only if you'll lick my fingers for me afterwards." He called out. Bruce jumped in his steps, being startled by the man's comment. He shrugged and shook his head, continuing to the kitchen. The Joker sighed, reaching out for some jelly and placing it on the toast. Why did Bruce have to leave him by himself? Most people felt it was best to sit and watch him. Yet, Bruce somehow knew better and left him alone.
The Joker could not stand it.
He picked up the toast and bit into it. Pretty simple of a breakfast. Wait... Why was Bruce Wayne even feeding him breakfast? Unless, he...
Bruce entered the room with a few pieces of an orange in his hand. "What time is it?" The Joker asked him quickly.
"It's almost four thirty." Bruce placed a piece in his mouth and chewed. "Eat. It's probably better than the bread and water they give you at Arkham."
The Joker was right. The man was going to send him to Arkham! He knew his chances of having his night with Bruce Wayne, his Batsy, and escaping were incredibly low but the Joker normally worked against the odds. He really was not up for going back to the place he hated most.
He stared at his feet. There had to be a way he could get out of this. While thinking, he took another bite out of his jelly covered toast. The Joker glanced back up to see Bruce in a dress shirt and pants. "Why did you put so much effort into getting dressed at four thirty?"
"It was all I had to wear." Bruce ate another piece.
"Bullshit. No one has only dress clothes in their closet."
Bruce ignored his comment and waited patiently for him to finish his breakfast. The Joker licked his fingers clean and glanced up at Bruce. "Will you visit me?" The Joker asked him.
The man just stared down at the handcuffed Joker with a curious look. "I wonder how they will react when they see you without your makeup."
The Joker sighed softly. "A select few of the guards and doctors have washed it off me before so it no longer matters if they see me without it."
"I'm surprised." Bruce said. "I figured you would not feel like yourself without your makeup."
The Joker shrugged. "I guess you could put it that way. What about you? Do you feel more like Bruce Wayne when you are Batman or do you feel more like Batman when you are Bruce Wayne?"
A surprised look was plastered on Bruce's face. "What do you mean by-"
Suddenly, the steel-plated shields over all of the exits over the house lifted and retracted back to their hiding spots. Bruce and the Joker both had been startled by the sudden sound when the house had been quiet.
They waited a few minutes to see if anything happened after that. Bruce knew no one would appear since they still had quite some time until the police arrived. After the Joker figured out that nothing was happening, he stared back at Bruce. "Well?"
"Why should I answer your question?" He asked.
The Joker sighed. "You cannot hide it." He shook his head. "I saw the way you looked at everyone when we were at the Wayne Tower. You looked like you were acting. Everything you did, you made it up so no one could figure out who your truly are. I think that Batman for you is a way of expressing yourself. You do not have to worry about people judging you. You get to just let go. So, let me ask you this question. Do you ever miss your mask?"
The thing that made Bruce angry was that he began questioning himself because of the man. He turned and swiftly walked away without answering. Though, the Joker knew he won that battle and he began laughing loudly.
Bruce went and found himself a black coat and placed it on. It was chilly in the morning. He dragged a chair from the dining room over to where the Joker was sitting. He sat about twenty feet away from the Joker.
The Joker let out a deep breath. "Did you take a minute or two to think about it?"
"Just sit tight for a few minutes." Bruce said, resting his head in his hands. Suddenly, a loud slam filled the room, making both Bruce and the Joker jump. Their heads turned to see what had happened. A squad of men filled into the mansion.
"Mr. Wayne!" One of them shouted. Bruce sighed to himself. They were almost an hour early.
He stood up from his chair and waved the men over to him. They stared curiously when they saw him chained to the cabinet. Bruce leaned down and pulled a key from his pocket to unlock the handcuffs. Once he was free from his chains, two men grabbed the Joker by his arms. The criminal willingly walked with the cops. He looked disappointed but not defeated.
Bruce followed them to the front door as Gordon ran up to the door. "Bruce Wayne." He nodded to the man, sticking his hand out to shake his hand. Really, Bruce wanted to laugh and say they were already familiar with each other but he just stuck his own hand out and shook it. "I am Commissioner Gordon. Is everything okay? Did he damage anything?"
He shook his head. "I fought with him but I was finally able to handcuff him to a secure area where he could not do anything." Bruce stated. His face lit up a fraction as Alfred appeared on the scene. He walked up to the door and patted Bruce's shoulder.
"Glad to see you're safe, Master Bruce."
Bruce gave the butler a nod. "I'm glad to see you got police here before anything happened."
The three men stood in an awkward silence. Then, Gordon chuckled nervously. "Well, thank you Mr. Wayne for helping us capture the criminal. If there is anything you need from us, just call." He said before dashing off to the patrol cars.
Bruce watched them guide the Joker to the car. Just before they placed him in the car, the Joker looked back and winked to Bruce. The billionaire felt chills travel down his spine. He hoped nothing bad happened...
TBC!
