Joker's P.O.V
With a sigh, I sat my martini down on the kitchen island. Checking my watch, the video feed from my bedroom was flickering. Batman was in the equator, struggling against the binds tied to his wrists and ankles. I laughed, straightening my gloves and jacket. With graceful strides, I glided into my room. "Batsy, you're awake!" Batman, high above me, visibly flinched at my voice.
"What's this about?" He growled. I chuckled.
"I told you I wanted to know You better." With the realization of the real meaning behind words, he struggled in the bindings more.
"O come on Brucey, I know you want it." He stopped struggling.
"What did you just call me?" Bruce Wayne growled. I chuckled.
"Your birth name. Thy mother givith at birthith. The billionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne. Or," I said quietly as I drifted up next to him in the equator.
"The one who wants the Joker himself." Turning to look at me with wide eyes and pale skin, he asked
"You put cameras in my mansion, didn't you?" I took off his mask and twirled and finger through his jet black hair.
"You think I don't know? I watched you."
-Flash Back-
With ninja skills, and wet wipes to wipe off the makeup that smudged the walls, I crept into Batman/Bruce's mansion. With all his security measures, I had to go alone. Using the servants quarters, I successfully got in, installed a few cameras, and then ran like hell out. His butler, whatever-his-face, kept coming into the same room with me. It was like he knew someone was there. I almost took him out with my knife, but I decided against it. The cameras were the priority. Hiding in the shadows, I wondered why Bruce had little to no lights in his house. All shadows. A bat's domain. When I had safely made it out, I hijacked a car, (Not killing the driver, Harley had put her slogan to good use around the warehouse) and drove a block away from my ware/home. (Dumping the car owner in a lake first, of course) With the car set aflame, I ran the block back to my ware/home. Running through the house and past a screaming Harley, (She had kidnapped Robin last night) and to my room. The gigantic computer screen stretched almost all the way across my wall. I sat with a keyboard on my lap across from the screen, lights dimmed. I plugged into the feed for the cameras, and flinched back, covering my eyes. The man on the screen was in the bathroom, head thrown back, eyes closed, soft moans escaping slightly parted lips. He was leaning against the glass shower door, hands on a stiff manhood, at 9 o'clock at night. I peaked through my fingers, watching Bruce stroke himself. A name was getting past his lips... "Joker...!" He hissed out. I removed my hands from my eyes completely. What?! I looked down alarmed at my already erect wood. Bruce's hand went faster, his moans making me slip my hand into my pants, stroking myself as fast as he did. With each thrust of my hand, and each thrust of his, we were both nearing the edge. With a few more loud moans, both of us climaxed, yelling out each other's names. With hazy eyes, I clicked out of Bruce's bathroom feed. A long night of camera spying that night was.
-Flash Over-
Still the Joker's P.O.V
"I can't believe you watched me..." Batman said, his blush creeping under his Bat suit. I flicked the zipper on his back, and then floated back down to the ground.
"How could I not? All the times we've tangoed, all I've wanted to know was what was under that suit." I looked up at the bound Bat, and walked out without another word. As I closed the door, an almost naked Harley came stumbling out of her bedroom.
"You fuck him yet?" She asked, her voice lower then her usual. Her breath smelled like vodka and whiskey. I sighed.
"No, not yet." I mumbled. She cackled.
"Just do it." She gave me a peck on the cheek, and stumbled back into her room. I looked down to check my watch. 12:00. It had only been an hour since Brucey woke up. I dragged my hand down my face, feeling my make-up cracking and smearing. Time to get cleaned up.
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