I love this chapter! The last part of this chapter has slash, so hide your eyes children! I'm sorry but I had to try writing some...
Batman came to.
The room was dark, the only light came from holes in the roof.
He tried to move.
But he was restrained somehow.
He gasped as pain erupted from his shoulder and knee.
"JOKER!"
He struggled.
Trying to get up.
He looked over to his feet.
They had been tethered to the floor.
So had his hands.
He peered round, squinting through the darkness.
Where was he?
"JOKER!"
Joker slipped into the room, turning on the light, revealing only a large grey room.
"Where am I Joker?"
His voice was oddly calm.
Joker sighed.
"A secret place."
Batman growled "You didn't answer my question."
"You didn't answer mine."
The captive man struggled, desperate to free himself.
"Hush... Calm down... Oh, by the way, I patched you up a bit, took the bullets out and what not. I'm just that nice."
Joker giggled as Batman struggled.
"I don't plan on killing you today, I may have to change my mind if you keep that up."
Batmans movement eventually stopped.
"As much as I would love to hear that pop as I shot you in the head..." he shivered with ecstasy at the thought of it.
"... I've been having some rather confusing feelings towards you. I know it's weird, but I thought I should let you know that that's why I wasn't at the top of my game earlier."
Joker started pacing, not entirely sure what to say, or do, next.
"I was advised, by a now dead woman, to talk to you about it. You probably think I'm crazy for doing so, but that's because I am crazy..."
Pacing faster now, not taking his eyes off of Batman.
"I thought It would be stupid to do as well, and I knew you would never agree to talk about it it, which is why I've had to restrain you."
Batman stared up at him angrily.
Joker, hand held to his head, sighed.
"Batman. You are the man I wish I could kill, I certainly try to! But... I'm not sure if I can. Not if I feel like this. I mean, I have a perfectly good opportunity here, now. But I can't kill you if you provide me with something... new... like this."
Joker inhaled deeply.
"I'm sorry."
Batmans face contorted in confusion.
"...What?"
Joker walked over to Batman and realised the restraints on his arms.
"I just wanted to tell you that. I'm not going to bother you untill I've figured this out... And I trust you to not bother me either. Then we can sort it out."
Joker stood back, having undone all the restraints.
"Please leave. I've said what I needed too."
He stood, waiting for Batman to either beat him up, or leave.
Batman slowly got to his feet
It must be a trap.
He examined himself, Joker seemed to have done quite a good job on his shoulder and knee.
He was extremely confused.
Joker had knocked him out and left him to die a thousand times before.
Could what he have said really be true?
"This can't be right Joker. Feelings like that don't just spring up on you like that..."
Joker smiled.
"We've been dancing this dance for decades."
"...Maybe you have something wrong with you. Something new, I mean."
Joker franticly shook his head.
"No, I'd have felt it."
Why would Joker lie about something as weird as this?
Joker found this convosation almost unbearable, having the current object of his affection standing infront of him.
"I told you to leave!"
He hurled a punch at Batman.
Batman dodged it gracefuly, then slowly left the room.
...
...
It had been almost a month since Batman and Joker had that confrontation.
Joker had attacked Gotham 6 times in the last 4 weeks
His attacks on the city had become more violent, more unpredictable.
He no longer waited for Batman to come to fight him, left no clues for the police.
Just killed as many people as he could in as many odd ways as he could think of, took anything of value or interest, then left.
It was getting out of hand.
Joker was normaly a lot to handle.
But now he wasn't doing it for Batmans attention he'd become too much.
Batman had talked to Alfred about it.
He had said that Batman should try to prove to Joker that those feelings weren't real.
But what was that sugesting?
That they sleep together?
Batman was sure he didn't want to do that.
Night wings responce had been as expected.
'Who cares as long as he goes back to Arkham.'
And he hadn't told robin.
He didn't want him to know about this.
Batman sprung into action as soon as he heard a report saying that Joker had been seen walking into a popular jewllers.
He was determind to get there in time.
...
...
As the batmobile swerved round the final corner Batman saw nothing but bodies.
Policemen and civiliens.
Some of whom he knew personaly.
Dismembered and disembowled.
He searched the building, waded through the blood and guts.
There were large bullet holes in all the walls and almost all the jewllery cases were empty.
There was no sign of Joker.
He counted the bodys.
26 this time.
This was almost too much to bare.
It was all he could do to stop himself fainting.
He couldn't let this happen again.
But he couldn't put Joker back in Arkham.
He'd just get out again and again, killing more every time.
He sighed.
He couldn't beleive he'd have to do this.
Joker had pushed him into this.
Was that the trap?
He would have to go along with it.
It would save who knew how many lives.
But he didn't know where Joker was.
He had checked that weird place Joker had taken him to last time after his first attack and found nothing.
Must have moved almost as soon as Batman had left.
And he'd searched all Jokers old hideouts aswell.
Even the ones that had been partialy knocked down, or refurbished.
Just incase.
He'd interogated everyone who may know where is was, including several of Arkhams inmates, some of them hadn't even seen daylight in months, let alone the Joker.
Having almost given up hope he desided to follow the faint tire marks on the road.
He followed them for almost 10 miles before they completely dissapered.
He must be on the outskirts of the city.
Either that or he had just sent him on a wild goose chase, taking him away from the city centre.
...Wouldn't put it past him...
Batman had always known Joker was incredibly smart.
The past month proved that.
He'd managed to evade Batman at every turn.
And he wasn't sure if Joker was even trying...
...
By the time he got back to the batcave he was exausted.
He never did like driving the batmobile for very long.
Alfred was standing at the batcomputer when the armor clad man climbed out of his car.
"Sir! I think you should see this."
Bruce pulled off his cowl and walked to Alfreds side.
"It was on T.V just 5 minutes ago, I tried to call you. It's already all over the internet."
On the monumental screen was Joker.
He was slouched on a luxuriouse looking blue chair, infront of a plain grey wall.
"Batman, I know you'll see this even if you haven't got back to where ever it is you live yet. I have desided, and I'm afraid it's as we feared. It's getting worse every day."
He gave a small smile and giggled.
"Come to the last place we talked, so we can sort this out, and everything can get back to normal. Oh, and don't bring the police, I don't think they'd like to see this."
Then the screen went black.
"Are you going to go sir?"
Bruce sighed.
"I have to..."
"Go where?" A voice apeared behind him.
"What was Joker talking about?"
Bruce turned to Robin.
"Damien... There are some things a boy shouldn't have to know about his father. This is one of them."
"Holy shit Batman... I'm not a child. If it's important tell me."
"It's not important, or relevant to you. And I told you not to use that sort of language."
Damien proceeded to storm off upstairs, presumably to the part of the manor that hadn't been distroyed.
Bruce slipped his mask back on.
"Try to make sure he doesn't find out what I'm doing."
"I'll try sir."
Batman started walking to the batmobile, head hung low, a lump in his throat, his stomach doing horrible backflips.
"Sir. You're doing the right thing."
Batman grunted in responce, then sped off.
...
...
Joker was still sitting slouched on the blue chair.
Batman stood by the door.
He didn't want to go near him untill he'd mentaly prepared himself.
"Bats are you going to stand there all day?"
Batman sighed and walked to Joker.
"Do you want to talk Batman? You look a little shaken up."
"Of course I'm shaken up, this is something I never thought I'd do."
Joker giggled.
"Oh its ok, I'll be gentle. We won't do too much this time ok?"
Joker stood up, and raised himself up slightly to kiss batman, but he backed off.
Joker exhaled, disappoited at being jilted like that.
"I never realised how tall you are bats." He whispered, trying to make batman relax. "I've never been this close to you without having to worry about where your fists are."
He lifted himself slightly onto his toes
So he was the same hight as batman
"I always thought I was taller than you."
Batman said nothing.
Just stared into Jokers eyes.
They looked different.
There was no anger in his eyes.
He looked rather happy.
Batman found this oddly calming.
Joker smiled as he placed a hand on Batmans waist.
That wasn't his normal smile either.
It seemed to be asking, rather than commanding him.
He let Joker continue.
Both Jokers hands where on him now.
Batman didn't want to do this.
But he knew he had to.
Jokers unbecoming gentle touch was, somehow, reassuring him that he was doing the right thing.
He leaned in and kissed Joker.
A long, slow, pasionate kiss.
It made him light headed, dizzy.
The same happened to Joker.
It was an amasing feeling.
Both where turned on just by that.
It made them want to continue.
It made batman want to continue.
He pushed Joker over and pinned him to the floor.
Kissing, biting his lower lip.
Both groaning in pleasure.
Joker started unbuttoning his shirt.
Batman stopped kissing him, tore at the madmans shirt, determined to get it off.
Then unclipped his armour and tossed it aside.
They returned to their embrace, and continued kissing each other.
Suddenly Joker jumped up, out of Batmans grasp.
Batman looked up at him.
He'd started undoing his fly.
His trousers slid down slightly, Batman tugged them to the floor.
He then stood and started kissing him again.
Running his hands over Jokers chest and back.
His hands tracing the scars that covered him.
He progressed to taking off his own armoured trousers, aswell as his pants.
Kissing Joker franticly as he stroked Joker's bulge through his boxers.
Jokers movements became more violent as he did.
He slowly reached out and took hold of Batman, massaging his tip, running his hand slowly up and down his lenght.
Batman gasped and groaned as Joker moved faster, twisting his hand slightly as he gentley ceressed him.
Batman slid down Jokers boxers and started copying Jokers hand movements.
Bruce hadn't had very much experience doing this.
He was normally on the reseving end.
But whatever he was doing it was getting a massive responce from Joker.
Although it was hard for him to consentriat, Joker was kissing him violently, still tugging on him expertly.
He was enjoying this a great deal more than he expected he would.
He started shaking as Joker moved even faster, smile growing, he was starting to shake too.
Bruce was the first to go off, making a loud grunting noise and shuddering violently as he did.
Joker followed seconds later, busting into peals of quiet laughter, then sinking into his chair with a large smile on his face.
Batman sat beside him, that was brilliant, better than any that any girlfriend had given him, better than the few times he'd gotten drunk and ended up getting one from a random guy.
Though for Joker, it was a slightly different story, he had enjoyed it, sure, it was good.
Pleasurable.
But not quite as good as he'd expected.
But then, he'd been dreaming about it for weeks, it was bound to not meet expectations.
Joker sighed.
"Do you want a cup of coffee, batsy? Theres a kitchen just through there, everythings already out."
Batman nodded and made his way into the kitchen, he felt so conflicted.
Why had he liked it so much?
"Would you like anything Joker?"
Joker giggled.
"Nah, I'm fine thanks, I promised Penguin I wouldn't eat too much while I was here."
He walked out of the kitchen, coffee in hand.
"This is Penguin's place?"
The madman grunted in approval, "He said I could have it for a bit, aslong as I didn't do anything too discusting."
"And you don't think of this as discusting?"
Joker chuckled, "oh whats a bit of spunk gunna do? He ment don't get blood and guts everywhere."
"I got that, I was Joking."
Joker started pulling his clothes back on, "A joke? How about this. The leader of a country was giving a speech about how you shouldn't negosiate with terrorists. In the middle of the speech a man ran in shouting 'I'm gunna kill you, you bastard!' The leader squeels 'No, don't shoot I'll do anything!'"
Joker started crowing with laughter, "then the guy shoots him anyway!"
He bent over laughing.
Batman just rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry but I've got to get going, I've got stuff to do."
Joker smiled, "I'll call you honey!"
He giggled as Batman dressed himself and walked out.