A/N: Joker takes a peek from his little peep-show and we have lots of Bat-sex. You have been warned. Review PLEASE. Thanks to everyone who has put this on story alert, favorite story, and favorite author. That is very generous given this is my first foray into the movie world, and it is a bit different from cars and gadgets.

White Queen to Black Knight

Chapter 15

Its early in the morning
And my heart is really lonely
Just thinkin' 'bout you baby
Got me twisted in the head
And I don't know how to take it
But its driving me so crazy
I don't know if it's right
I'm tossin' turning in my bed
Its 5 o'clock in the morning
And I still can't sleep
Thinkin' 'bout your beauty it makes me
Weak...
I'm feeling hopeless in my home
I don't know what to do but I think I'm in love
Baby...

Obsession, Frankie J

Joker lay in his standard issue prison bed, a thin mattress with no sheet on top of metal coils and only a thin pillow, dressed in his standard issue red jumpsuit, deemed appropriate for prisoners as well as the insane. He once again stared at the photograph of himself in Vanity Fair and remembered that day with Alina Witter. She had broken his body without a doubt. It was 12 weeks later and while his arm cast had come off a few weeks before, his leg cast was coming off today.

He would never be able to walk completely again. Instead of replacing his shattered knee so he could walk normally, the asylum and "other" authorities determined they would just fuse the entire leg together, which would provide him with a permanent and significant limp. He would need a cane, but would never get one in here, so he imagined what that cane would look like, how it would be made, and what he would use it for when he got out.

He would get out, and he would go in search of the woman he could never get out of his mind. Yes, she had broken his body, and perhaps what was left of his mind. But he would have her regardless. He lay in his standard issue prison bed and imagined her, how he would seduce her, how she would beg for him, how she already dreamed of him, how he would undress her, touch her, fill her. He jerked off to his vision of her several times a day. He could get himself quite worked up about her perfect skin, her emerald green eyes, her hair. Even though she had tried to hide her beauty when she came to him before, someone had smuggled a photograph of her into him. That hair. Just imagining that hair across his body would start an erection that refused to be denied.

He spent the endless hours laying in his standard issue prison bed, covered in dried and drying cum, planning his next deluge of chaos on Gotham, of killing Batman, of taking the woman who would be his new bride, and taking her, and taking her. He would take her over and over until he was spent, which would be never. This one he would not damage though. There would be no cutting, no slicing, no torture. He wanted her to love him, and she would. He would make sure she did.

Bruce Wayne and Alina Witter were quite the IT couple, attending most galas and functions in Gotham. Bruce was stepping into his leadership role in Gotham as the single wealthiest individual for hundreds of miles and from one of the oldest families. He was marrying the most beautiful woman in Gotham certainly and maybe even further reaches. She was also the second wealthiest individual for hundreds of miles. His respect was undeniable, and his voice was heard and listened to no matter how softly the message was delivered. It was one way he could lead Gotham out of the quagmire it had become. While neither Bruce nor Alina thrived in the social and political environment, it was one of the steps in their plan to prepare Gotham for the retirement of Batman.

And they did have a plan. It started to form the night Bruce proposed to Alina. He had closed the most beautiful and most intimate of his restaurants for the evening, bringing Alina along for what was to be a quiet dinner out. When she realized they were the only customers, her interest was piqued but she did not read his mind. She would allow him his surprise. They ate what had to be the chef's most spectacularly cooked meal ever, enjoying the company and the deep abiding love and friendship that had developed over the months. Before dessert arrived, Bruce cleared his throat and got down on his knee in front of Alina who was very surprised, both that Bruce would propose at all and that he would do so like this. She always figured if it happened, it would be a by-the-way thing after a vigorous round of sex. She smiled at him slightly, her eyebrows rose in surprise.

Bruce looked up at her, feeling a little foolish, but refusing to have it any other way. He had been so tempted night after night of great sex or swimming in the pool or watching her walk down the immense staircase where she stood out so stunningly. But he waited, and now was the time.

"Alina, I love you more than life itself. You complete me and make me whole. You make me the man I was meant to be. Will you marry me and become my wife?" He pulled out a box and opened it showing a 10 ct. perfect diamond center stone with a platinum band set with pink diamonds all the way around. She knew it would come with a matching set of wedding bands for either side of the engagement ring. It really was stunning. While he could have afforded so much more, her tiny hand would not have been appropriate for something any larger.

"It's beautiful, Bruce. Perfect. Not too big, not too ostentatious, but a perfect fit for my hand," she shook her head to clear it. "And yes, baby, I will marry you." Bruce stood up and leaned over her, taking her lips with his. The kiss was deep, emotional, and searing for both of them. That one kiss fused each to the other, with or without a marriage, with or without vows, they were joined forever in their souls.

That night in bed, when the only thing worn was Alina's engagement ring, they started to plan for Batman's retirement. How could they get done what needed to be done without having to resort to Batman and the White Queen? The White Queen was about to make her appearance, but it was also likely Joker was about to make his break now that his leg was healed. They also knew with each passing week, Alina would become pregnant and then retirement was certain for both. They would not orphan their children acting in a high risk manner. Their parents had certainly never intended to orphan them, and they would take extreme measures to ensure they would not orphan their children.

Every day they practiced in full gear allowing the White Queen to get used to her costume. Lucius was often there for those sessions, watching how she moved, how the suit move with her, what worked and what didn't work. For the most part, the costume worked well, but she could not get used to or comfortable with the cape. The cape was designed to flow loosely around her in general. But when she was being shot at or otherwise placed in danger, she could turn it into a triangular sheath that would protect her body. It was bullet proof and could not be released without her touching the button. It would also allow her to "fly."

"Lucius, this is truly a brilliant concept, but I think the button is in the wrong place. I have to stretch my fingers too far to get to it. And I need to be able to close it part way, not always all the way. I can't use my gun if it is closed all the way."

"You plan to use your gun?"

"Of course, Lucius. I would not have had it made if I didn't. If the Joker or his cronies come for me with weapons, or in the Joker's case just comes for me, I will shoot to kill. But if I am all tangled up in this cape I won't be able too."

"I'll work on it. How does the head piece work? Can you turn your head? What about comfort of your hair? Is it pulling your scalp? Have you tried driving in it yet?"

"No driving yet. The Knight hasn't let the Queen into her chariot yet." The frustration in her voice was clearly understood by both men.

Lucius turned to Bruce, "Mr. Wayne, if she is going out soon, she has to be able to drive. She is in great shape, but she can't run all over Gotham. It is time to let her drive, just here in the Caverns at first. She drives a race car. I think she can handle this car, if one could even call it that."

And so later that afternoon, she started driving what she called her chariot. By nightfall, she had perfected the handling and the various tools and functions. She loved it and couldn't wait to go driving. But she still had at least another week before Bruce and Lucius deemed her ready. Bruce and Alina showered in the Bat caves after putting their gear away completely. Bruce would be going out as Batman tonight, but for the time being it was just them, alone before dinner. They made love in the cavern's shower, Bruce pinning Alina against the wall softly kissing and nibbling on her until he lifted her up against the wall, spreading her legs perpendicular to the wall, almost painfully spread, and without warning drove his engorged staff into her ready channel. He hit her cervix in one swift move, driving a scream from her as her tightness rebelled against being taken so forcefully. She clawed his back and shoulders as he pounded against her, taking her mouth by storm, intent on plundering her body. Her body responded to the roughness, spiraling from orgasm to orgasm, squeezing his staff hard and harder the more he plowed into her. Soon his body could not take any more as her channel constricted against his brutal seizure of her body, and he poured his release deep into her. They were both breathing heavily and exhausted, but did not want to separate. That taking had been brutal and intense, but this was how it was with them. He released her legs so they could lovingly embrace him, but more than that they just stood there letting the water cascade around them, kissing softly, gently.

"Did I hurt you, Alina?" Bruce always felt some remorse when Batman took over. But the line between Batman and Bruce was becoming narrower. Sex seemed to be the place it played out the most.

"Baby, you never hurt me, not really. You often surprise, especially when Batman comes out to play. And besides, you, me, and Batman like it rough sometimes. It is becoming harder and harder to tell you apart."

Bruce nuzzled at her neck, kissing and nipping, leaving small marks that would probably be gone the next day. "I love you Alina."

"I love you too Bruce."

He shut off the water and let her find her feet under her before leading her out of the shower and into the thick terry cloth robes Alfred always seemed to have in the perfect places.

Hours after dinner, Bruce left their bed to go out. He kissed Alina thoroughly. "Tonight, I'm going to work on setting up the early warning system between the asylum and here."

"I'll be waiting baby. Be careful. Keep your mind on your job." She knew he spent a lot, maybe most of his time thinking about her, but that would not do. It wasn't safe. She couldn't wait until the suit was retired. Gotham was not worth his life. Ever.

She fell asleep quickly, naked as usual. When she awoke, there was a huge black being poised above her in the darkness. She knew it was Batman, she had seen the costume enough. But he had never ventured above the caverns, and certainly never into their bedroom.

The deep dark Batman voice spoke to her, "Alina, you have said you wanted to fuck Batman in his costume. You've done it often without, but tonight, tonight he wants you. He stays in his costume, you stay naked. He takes you any way he wants. Do you agree?"

She looked at the man she loved in front of her, coming to her as a stranger. Yes, she had fucked Batman before in Bruce's body, his hands, his lips, his everything. But in the costume, he was not Bruce. This would truly be turning her body over to a stranger. She tentatively whispered, "Bruce?"

"Tonight you get Batman, the full package. I know you can take what I can dish out Alina. You did at that school, you have since you have been living here. I just want more."

She sat up, barely holding the sheet to her breasts. Her voice was cold, holding an edge of outrage to it. "You want more what? I have refused Bruce and up until now you nothing. NOTHING. You don't sound like you want to do this out of love. You sound like you want rape. That is neither love nor respect. My body is not a plaything to take out your aggressions on. Bruce, where are you? Is this what you want? If it is, I will consent. But if it is not, Batman needs to go downstairs, take the gear off, shower, and come up here to bed. If you want to fuck me in the costume, fine I'm in. If you want to rape my body, no holes barred, I don't think so. Not when you are like this."

Batman stood there making his cape wave without wind. She tried to reach for Bruce's mind but it was blocked. She tried to reach for Batman's mind and hers was instantly flooded with images of what he wanted from her. Nothing there was anything they hadn't done before even the level of roughness didn't seem all that different. But what was missing was love, an underlying sense of love and respect.

"Batman, I see what you want from me and how you want it. But before I agree, I want to know how you feel about me, Alina Witter and your partner the White Queen. Tell me. The White Queen and Batman are going to be fighting side by side, probably fighting the Joker who is bound to escape soon and will come for Alina Witter. What do you feel?"

Alina could feel Bruce's mind pushing forward, but she wanted to hear from Batman. She knew how Bruce felt. Batman started his reply, "I love you. I love you Alina. And since she is a part of you I love the White Queen as well."

Alina went into his mind to see if that was Batman or Bruce or Batman being tempered by Bruce. It was Batman and he was afraid she would turn him away. She softened her voice to that low sexy one she used so often. "Why are you afraid I will turn you away Batman? Even when you take over Bruce, I never gave you cause to fear being turned away."

"Then I was part of Bruce Wayne, now the line between us is becoming blurred. He is becoming stronger and I will soon be unnecessary, I will remain but much less."

"That is true, and it frightens you. Ambrose Redmoon says that 'Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear.'" Alina sat up in their bed and dropped the sheet she had been holding to her breast, leaving herself exposed before him. She touched his mind again and realized Bruce had stopped struggling to get to the top, and was now listening. This was important for all of them. "Do you understand what is more important than the fear you have of diminishing?"

"Bruce Wayne would be able to let go of his fears, his need to single handedly solve Gotham's problems, his unspoken desire for death. He would be able to live happily with you, with your children, in a relatively safe environment that was not given to you or to him. Bruce Wayne, the man, is more important than I am. I will always be a part of him though, Alina. I will always share your bed. His children will be my children."

"Yes, that is all true. And it is your job, as Batman, in or out of costume, to protect Bruce most of all, myself, and whatever children we have. You are the bravest of us all, the strongest of us all, and you have a large responsibility. Protect Bruce Wayne no matter what. Protect our children. Protect me. You will not diminish if you pick up those responsibilities. And no one starts to diminish, not you or the White Queen until the time comes. Until Joker is gone and no longer a threat and/or I get pregnant, everything stays the same. Do you understand Batman?"

"This makes sense. And you and Bruce are not trying to destroy me, just change my job description." He smirked at her, while he took in her exposed body, from the waist up. Heat grew in his eyes, and while she couldn't see anything behind that cup, she could imagine.

"Do you intend to hurt me? Do anything against my will?" She asked straightforward, not wanting to instigate anything.

"You've seen what I want. You pulled it from my head. It's not that different from what you and Bruce have already done. There just won't be any water play. The suit you know." There was almost a laugh in there if one listened for it.

"What is the word, Batman? What is the word that if I use it you stop, immediately, and let Bruce out?"

"Gondomar."

"And if I use this word you agree to stop?"

"Yes. Why do you not trust me? If the White Queen and Black Knight are going to be traipsing across rooftops together, and you and Bruce are going to be married, and you have charged me with Bruce's safety as well as your own and your children, how can you not trust me with your body?"

"I'm afraid. You look imposing and scary, and some of the pictures I pulled from your head were not respectful of my body but more merciless, like you wanted to humiliate me. I like rough sex, I like all sex, but humiliation I don't do. If you humiliate me sexually, you, as Batman, will never touch me again. I can tell the difference in touch, smell, breath. I'll make good on my promise. Touch me in love, touch me with respect, and I will do almost anything. Anything less won't work."

The heat in his eyes faltered a bit, but as Alina moved the sheet further down and slid her body further up the bed, the heat became intense. And he slid his knee onto the end of the bed, and began to crawl towards her naked tanned body. He winced slightly and quickly removed the large shell shaped cup that protected his groin. He had grown huge behind that cup and he was wincing at his discomfort. It had never been designed to house an erection, especially not as large as this one. He reached her body with his gigantic hard-on. Alina reached out tentatively to touch him, circling him with her hand. She licked her lips and stroked him. Her voice was dark, deep, and sexy, "What do you want?"

He threw the image into her mind, making her smile. Bruce/Batman were becoming experts at reading and projecting minds. Batman flipped over onto his back, but not so fast that Alina's hands were pulled from his cock. She licked her lips and slid her body over to him. She started licking the pre-cum from his head, and then rode his staff down to its root and slowly drew her mouth back up again sucking the entire way. Soon she had him squirming and shifting, but she lifted her weight and pinned him at his hips. She never stopped the stroke that had him squirming.

She felt his hands pushing her legs apart. His thick gloves couldn't allow him to feel it, but she was dripping wet. She was still sucking and riding, sucking and riding, never breaking stride while he put a finger into her dripping channel, brushing his thumb across her clit. The roughness of his glove caused her to gasp, and then she continued. He pulled his finger out and brought it to his mouth, licking her honey off the glove. Soon he had three fingers thrusting inside her channel and his thumb on her clit while his other hand guided her head up and down at the same pace. Soon he reached his peak, and he made sure she did too. He came hot and hard in her mouth, smothering her scream as she came against his gloved fingers.

She licked him clean as was her habit and fell back against pillows. They were both breathing hard after their mutual orgasms. But he recovered faster than she did and rolled his body on top of hers. He started to kiss her, pinch her, bite her, twist her nipples painfully, causing a sharp intake of breath for her, and her body sent even more hot liquid through her channel. There was not a part of her body his mouth or glove covered hands didn't touch, all the way down to her toes. He even had her turn over and he worked his way back up from her toes to her ass to her neck. It was really erotic since he was covered head to toe in rubberized steel, and she was completely naked. There was no part of him she could touch, except his already hardened cock, and there was no part of her he couldn't touch.

He gently rolled her onto her back, sliding his way up her body. He looked deep into her green eyes, and pushed her legs apart with his knees, shoving his swollen and engorged cock straight in without stopping until he hit her cervix. She screamed as her tightness rejected his width but he muffled the scream with his kiss. His kiss. She forgot everything when he kissed her. There was nothing like this kiss, it tasted of danger, and lust, and passion, and completion, need and hunger, and love. Love was there too. She thought she might do anything for that kiss. He fucked her hungrily, possessively, like now that he was inside her he would never leave. Her orgasms large and small spilled over him, the tremors and contractions coming all the way from her abdomen, wreaking havoc on his ability to restrain himself. He powered into her, driving harder and harder, until he could not hold back. Her spasms threatened to squeeze the life out of him, literally and figuratively, and he came, ejecting his semen deep inside of her. He laid on top of her but slightly to the side, catching his breath and her doing to same. He smelled her flower shampoo, ran his fingers and his face through her hair, wanting to be buried in it.

Within minutes, Batman was ready to go again, even if she had not fully recovered. This time he took her from behind over a chair. The next time he took her on her knees at the side of the bed. The time after that, he pulled her to him at the edge of the bed and he fucked her again, with one of her legs over his shoulder and the other over the other shoulder. He could drive deeper than ever before while they stared into each other's eyes, eyes full of heat, and lust, and love.

The last taking was from behind, Alina's elbows resting on the bed her ass prominently displayed in the air. "Stay just like this." She felt so exposed, but her body was responding once again to his hunger, his need, his possession. Her fluid was leaking down her legs in her terrified excitement. She could always say no, but she wouldn't. Not now, not ever, to Bruce or to Batman.

Once he had her positioned he grabbed some towels and a few wet washcloths, and the lube from the shower. He stroked her ass tenderly, feeling the muscles and trembling skin underneath his gloves. "Alina, do you trust me?" he asked in that deep and dark nightmare filled voice.

She swallowed hard as she watched him begin to lube himself, watching his erection nearly double as he watched her ass tremble in fear and feel the smoothness of the lube against his cock. "Yes. I trust you."

"But you are still afraid."

"This is a very vulnerable position and I can get very hurt. I don't embrace vulnerability and I certainly don't embrace that kind of hurt. So yes, I am afraid."

He started to lube and stretch her which with his gloved hand was both extremely erotic and also did nothing to decrease her fear. In his full gear, and with Batman's personality fully in place, he was intimidating and she told him that.

"I will not hurt you. But if you want me to stop, say the word." She nodded her head as he started to enter her very slowly until he filled that extraordinarily tight, irregular sheath. He could not completely get himself inside her, the channel wasn't that deep, but he was about half way. He started to move slowly, feeling every groove and furrow in that rarely used and unyielding channel. Soon his speed was almost as fast as when he was inside her other more forgiving channel. She was moaning and crying out, but it didn't sound like pain, and he could feel the orgasms cascading around him even if they came from the other wall. He couldn't last long in this tightness and soon he poured what was left of him after a night like no other. He remained there for a few minutes enjoying the view of her ass offered up to him, his staff empty but still large embedded in her. He waited till their breathing returned to normal before pulling out. He quickly picked up the still warm washcloths and cleaned her up, and then cleaned himself.

The dawn was rising and the light was coming through the curtains. Batman stood her up in front of him, even though her legs felt like jelly after so much sex and so many orgasms. He hands stroked through her hair, even if he couldn't feel the softness through the gloves, it was a habit from Bruce. But it was still Batman with her. He would leave and Bruce would likely come back.

His deep and dark voice asked in the early dawn light, "Do you feel loved, Alina? Even by me?"

She answered with something barely more than a whisper, "Yes."

"Did I hurt you or humiliate you?"

"No, definitely not."

"Do you trust me to do what I have said I will?"

"Yes, without a doubt."

"I love you Alina. I know you love Bruce, but maybe somewhere in there you can find a place for me in your heart as well."

"Yes. I love you too. Thank you for tonight. I am left speechless and wanting more."

He smiled under his mask, "You Alina are never speechless. But I appreciate the sentiments just the same." He ducked his head in acknowledgement and turned with a sweep of his cape and was gone from the room.

Alina pulled the heavy curtains over the windows to darken the room and took a brief shower, washing her hair and every part of her body. Her body had sustained something like what she had experience at school. Her body felt well used, well loved, and well gratified. After her shower, she climbed back into a well-used bed, and waited for Bruce to join her. She didn't have long to wait. It was definitely Bruce and he made love to her like it was their first time, to reclaim her from Batman, to fill her with his own seed, to know that she still loved him. Alina and Bruce spent the day naked and in bed, recovering from the night before, making love, and talking in whispers to not disturb the silence in the sanctuary that is their bedroom. Even Alfred did not disturb them, simply leaving food and beverages outside the door. Alina didn't say anything at the time in case she was wrong, but she was sure they had made a baby that night or morning. They were in love and they were happy. And for now, nothing could spoil that happiness.