Think of this as a late holiday gift or something. xP
& By the way, if anyone has any suggestions on future chapters, I'm gladly taking ideas!
The randomness is appreciated.
A long silence filled the room as Bruce thought this through, trying to find a loophole out of this situation. But the more he thought, the more he panicked, adding to the thick air of tension between him and the Joker.
"Well…while you're getting your mind ready for a good fucking, I'll just take this out of our way!" the mad clown exclaimed giddily as he unbuckled Batman's utility belt, rendering him weak.
Now it was just Bruce in a bat costume. Having no access to weapons and being tied up securely, he was helpless and had no choice but to do the Joker's sick bidding. And the Joker knew this. He snickered in the dark, still cuddling Bruce from behind.
"What's it gonna be, Batsy?" he egged on, clicking his tongue as a habit. "You know… to relieve your anxiety, I'm gonna tell a little story. A story you never let me tell the last time we saw each other…How I got my scars."
Batman shrunk back at the thought, knowing that no matter how the story went, the ending would be bad for him. But he was left with no choice but to sigh and agree to listen.
The Joker smiled and began his tale, giddily. "Well…ya see when I was younger, I had an uncle…And he was a very abusive uncle. He liked it when I sucked his cock every other night. Of course I grew to like it despite how wrong it seems…" He slowly crept down lower to Batman's crotch. "Maybe…you'll grow to like it too…" The Joker started to pull away at Batman's armor.
Bruce squirmed on the floor and began to kick, but the Joker held onto his legs by wrapping around them with his own, like some Mexican wrestling move. As the madman started to pull away at the black pants underneath the armor, Bruce bit his lower lip, trying to find a desperate way out of it.
"But you never explained the scars part!" he finally managed to blurt out after a second's thought.
The Joker paused, looking up at him and smiling. Bruce's eyes had adjusted to the lack of light, so he could clearly see the hideous Glasgow smile upon his face.
"Well…" The Joker pulled down Bruce's pants to the knees along with his underwear, exposing Bruce despite his…lack of…effort. "My uncle gave me these scars…so my mouth can be wider for these purposes…"
With that, the Joker grasped Batman's erection, causing Batman to wince in both pleasure and pain. Bruce closed his eyes repeating to himself that it was a hot girl doing this to him. But the Joker just couldn't be unseen. The clown prince slowly leaned forward and ran his tongue along the length, painfully slow. Bruce kicked out, nailing Joker in the gut, which caused the now irritated clown to pull back.
"Oh, Batsy. Even now you still try to defend yourself. I have to admit, I admire that about you. But you just have to let me show you that admiration…" He whispered dangerously low as he pushed Batman with full force to the ground, causing Batman's headache to worsen.
The Joker practically pounced on top of the Batman, licking his lips as he seductively crawled up to the other's face. "Why don't we just take this off…" The Joker whispered as he gently trailed his fingertips up to Batman's mask, and then grasped the bat ears.
"Don't!" Batman growled, squirming more than before.
The Joker was enjoying the struggle, pinning him down and straddling him. Bruce on the other hand, was not enjoying any second of this. He glared up at the Joker, staring into his dark orbs that still had a glint of evil. The Joker was grinning down upon him, finally overpowering his rival in every way. Both men's hearts were beating at the same, fast rate, but for different reasons.
Finally, Batman sighed in defeat. "I…If I do this…you promise to let me return home safe, alive, and unharmed besides the mental scarring?"
The Joker smirked at his adversary's plea. "But of course, Honeycakes. You fuck me, you go home."
"Dammit…the movie's over!" Crane exclaimed angrily as he downed his last beer.
"What, like you actually enjoyed that?" Harvey said as he yawned, half asleep in the armchair.
"Anything with Heath Ledger is an automatic win. Even if Twilight had Heath, I'd worship it."
"Twilight?" Harvey snorted. "I'd murder Heath before he gets the chance to star in that shitfest."
"Now, now. Don't make Heathus angry," Crane scolded, wagging his index finger at Harvey. "You don't want him to screw up the other half of your face too, don'tcha?"
Harvey cringed at the thought, then took out his lucky coin. "Heads, we change subjects. Tails we make more Twilight jokes."
He flipped the coin, letting it land in his palm. Heads.
Crane yawned in boredom. "Okay, so what do we do now? Is J-man done getting that mask off in there?"
Harvey glanced over to the closed door, hearing some shifting around and grunting. "I think he's gonna be in there for awhile." He snickered. "What other movies can we watch here?"
Harvey stood up and wobbled over to the DVD shelf, skimming through the different movies. "Hmm…Ah! American Psycho! Love that movie!"
"Sweet, it's one of my favorites, too!" Crane exclaimed, clapping his hands eagerly. "Put it on, you silly fag!"
"Will do!" Harvey exclaimed as he inserted the movie into the DVD player.
Once the film began, the two relaxed on the couch and smoked a joint together. Continuous thuds and growls were heard from the other room.
Untied, Bruce was now able to fight back. And yet, he was the one that wasn't moving. Joker was the one wrestling him in the bed, playing around and teasing the man. He scratched at the Kevlar that protected Batman, pulling at the sides as he tried to expose him. Batman grabbed at the Joker's scratching arms, keeping them away.
"Keep the armor on," Batman growled, still feeling immensely awkward.
"But you're not keeping your promiiiise!" the Joker mused, enjoying himself. "Come on, just slip into sweet insanity for one night. Then it'll all be over before you know it."
Bruce closed his eyes and inhaled deeply before exhaling in a long sigh under his mask, shutting his eyes as he fought the conflict within himself. "Alright!" he blurted out. I'll just close my eyes the entire time and imagine a girl in his place, he thought, trying to find a side benefit. I could still do this while hanging on to sanity, he told himself repeatedly as he took another deep breath.
Without word, he slowly began to remove the Kevlar below his waist, the Joker enjoying every sweet second of it. Bruce then extended his arms out shakily, holding the Joker as he forced himself to plant his lips on his neck. The madman moaned in pleasure, wrapping his own arms around Batman's and kissing him back with intensity. There was no pattern, no rhythm in their kiss, just a scramble of hunger being satisfied in bliss. Their arms scratched at each other, tearing off the clothing holding them back. Before Bruce even realized it, his mask was off, leaving him feel more than just naked. But that feeling was brushed aside with the Joker's sweet kiss; it was too dark in the room to see clearly anyways.
Bruce leaned in more, causing them both to fall onto the floor. The fall knocked both men's breath out, leaving them panting naked together. Bruce stood up, blushing in denial of this whole predicament, but still going ahead with the Joker's bidding. "Alright, we're gonna do this like the gay cowboys in Brokeback Mountain, baby."
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about…" the Joker growled, positioning himself on the edge of the bed.
Bruce smirked as he placed his hands onto the Joker's tender ass, then shoving his swelling dick into it. The madman winced upon entry, but let him continue to thrust into him anyways. Bruce thrusted fast and hard, not caring for Joker's protection. He wanted to fuck him all the way to hell, and damn it felt so good.
"Uhn…Don't…stop…" Joker panted, his eyes half closed in pleasure.
Bruce happily obeyed, going even faster to both their delights. As the Joker moaned in satisfaction, Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. The Joker was completely vulnerable and Bruce was overpowering him. He could stop any second to get his belt back and beat the clown up. But this sort of situation was rare and unique, never happening before in his life. It was somehow mesmerizing to have the clown prince of crime begging for an orgasm underneath him. Bruce wanted to experience the full extent of this kind of power, so he thrusted full speed. He was so close to coming; the Joker's panting and moaning growing louder.
Suddenly, the door burst open and light poured into the room, revealing the two men. Crane stood at the doorway, his grip still on the doorknob as he stared speechless at the two. Bruce and Joker were petrified, still in their positions and bare for the world to see.
Crane just shrugged it off and spoke casually. "We just watched American Psycho and now we're bored. Can I and Harvey join in?"
Bruce and Joker slid under the blanket to cover themselves, awkwardly staring in opposite directions. "No! Get out or you'll take a drug trip to hell!" Joker bellowed in anger.
Harvey slowly peeked through the side. "Hey, what's going on—OH MAI GAWD JOKUR JUST GOT FUCKED BY BILLIONAIRE BRUCE WAYNE???"
Joker looked confused at Harvey at first, but then jerked his head to Bruce. His eyes glimmered in realization. "Wow, I did!" he squealed with a smile.
Shit. Bruce face-palmed himself as his cheeks were tainted red. The Joker just cuddled up to his arm, feeling the muscle. "I can't wait to tell Pengy. Mind if I keep the mask as proof? Or how about a quick picture? " He looked up at Bruce with an innocent smile, or as close to innocent as he could get.
"No!" Bruce's temper was back and with tenfold the power after being so mortified. "I played your stupid game, now you have to let me go home!" he yelled.
The Joker shrugged as if it was a careless task. "Alright, you did your part. Now I have to do mine by putting my clothes back on." He laughed and sprung out of the bed, picking up pieces of clothing as if it were an Easter egg hunt.
Harvey and Crane just stared at each other in WTFness, and then began to walk out of the room. "We'll just finish off that beer…" Harvey called out.
The Joker threw all of Batman's armor back at Bruce, except for the utility belt. Then he began to friskily shove his own clothes back on. "Do you treat the ladies like you treat me?" he purred.
"Shut up," Batman growled grimly, putting on his armor. Everything had fallen apart in one quick night. Things came as quickly as a slap in the face. The clown prince was giggling to himself in the corner, already thinking of all the things he could do now that he knew Batman's true identity. Bruce felt sick to the stomach as he finished putting the last piece of kevlar in place. Without word, he strode towards the Joker and punched him in the jaw with a fit of rage, causing the clown to fall over and drop the belt. As the Joker just lay there, laughing even harder, Bruce quickly swiped up the belt and stepped out of the room.
He walked passed the two men babbling about nonsense and into the outside world. He already felt ashamed, as if the world somehow knew already what he did. Batman sighed deeply as he put his belt back on, then pressed the contact button by his ear.
"Alfred," Bruce said in a raspy voice.
"Yes, Master Bruce? Is everything alright, you sound as if you've just been beaten to hell and back," the butler's concerned voice echoed into Batman's ear through the transmitter.
"I…I'll talk about it later. Just target my location and save it. Send over the Batmobile too."
"Right away, Sir." Once the sentence was finished, the transmission ended as Alfred left to do Bruce's command.
Bruce sighed deeply as his headache worsened, not even bothering to imagine how Alfred would react if he told him about what just happened. But he would have to tell him eventually. He has known Alfred all his life and knew that he would never let it down until Bruce gave in and told him.
Batman's gloved hand curled into a hard fist, swearing under his breath at Joker. He would go back into the apartment to beat the shit out of him and his friends, but he reluctantly restrained himself. Just seeing any of those men would make Bruce relive the awkwardness and tension in his mind again. He just needed to stay away from them unless it was absolutely necessary.
The Batmobile's engine was heard from the right, then screeching to a halt directly in front of Bruce. He climbed in, driving faster than usual. He would've crashed if the Batmobile didn't have a navigation system of the whole city. As soon as he got to the hideout, he threw his mask and armor to the floor as if it was all worthless now. He stormed over to the shower and took a nice long one, trying to wash away the memories of that night. But no amount of hot water and soap could cleanse the dirt that Joker rubbed off onto him.
Bruce exhaled deeply as he grimly looked at himself in the mirror. It was like he wasn't even staring back at himself. He frowned and turned away, throwing on some loose-fitting clothes and walking back to the main room.
There, he found Alfred standing there. He didn't know how long he had been waiting, but at the moment, it didn't really matter to him.
"Joker, Dent, and Crane are still missing, Bruce," Alfred spoke softly despite the obvious grim situation.
"I know…" Bruce rasped as he slumped into his chair, shutting off the monitors.
"Well, you'll get them eventually, Sir. They always seem to be led straight to you," the butler said, suspicion on the edge of his voice.
Bruce sighed as he closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the headache engulfing his mind.
"Why don't you throw a party? It'll get your mind off the rape…" Alfred suddenly blurted.
"Maybe I will…" Bruce thought it over in his head. "Wait, what?"
"Oh, you know what I mean, Master Bruce."
Nothing was more awkward than that moment. They stared at each other in tensed up silence, saying nothing more.
"How did you…Who…" Bruce spluttered, not getting the right words out.
Alfred sighed. "Joker called. Told me right after you contacted me. So I take it he knows who you are now?"
"Y-Yes…Ugh, how could I have been so stupid, Alfred?" He shook his head in disapproval of himself.
"I don't know. Maybe you got it from your parents."
"MY PARENTZ ARE DEAAADDD!!!" Bruce yelled, tears spilling out.
"Sorry, but you deserve the pain for being that dumb…Anyways, I'll go call some guests for the party," Alfred sighed before leaving the room.
Alfred is a douche in this. xD Sorry, but he has to let out a little steam every once in awhile.
& Don't blame Bruce's parents for Batman's actions, blame Penguin. Yes. Blame him.