Joker's P.O.V
"What do you mean?" Bruce said, a glint of concern in his eyes.
"Well..." I said, trailing my fingers up and down his rodent suit, before grabbing the zipper and cautiously pulling it down. Batsy didn't utter a sound.
"I thought, we could..." Another zipper down...
"Do the get to knowing each-other..." And another.
"Now." Then with a successful smile, I let his rodent suit fall away from his body. The only clothes that were left on him were tight, black boxers, which showed every-little-delicious-detail, and an equally as tight armor shirt.
"Joker.. I..!" I giggled a little, and shushed him. The part in his pants that I had been o-so-desperate to have, had realized that this was REALLY going to happen. I flicked out my knife, edged it just perfectly to the end of his shirt, and waited. Waited for the onslaught of No!'s and Please!'s and every little thing that people thought would help them. But it never came. My Flying Rodent had completely stopped moving. He stopped looking at me, and just turned his head up to the ceiling. I sighed and cut open his shirt. Whatever. He can be like that. For now. A small moan escaped his lips. I pushed aside the scraps, and marveled at beauty of all the scars and bruises, the sledge-hammer-proof abs, and most of all, the dark trail to heaven that led to the biggest man I'd ever seen. And I had fucked Scarecrow. I almost giggled like at school girl at all the dangerous thoughts I had.
"Brucey... Baby. If this is going to work, I'm gonna need your beautiful eyes watching me."
Batman's P.O.V
"Brucey... Baby. If this is going to work, I'm gonna need your beautiful eyes on me." With those words, my dick went full attention. My boxers would rip if I even thought about moving. With all the sexual tension in the air, I knew the Joker and I were bound to fuck.
"Baby?" I snorted. He smiled. His scars turned upwards with him.
"Whatever. I'm still gonna cut your boxers off." I chuckled, and thrust my hips upwards. With a rip and a gasp from the Joker, my man-meat sprang to attention.
"How the hell...?!" He gasped, ripping off the remaining scraps. As the air hit me, I couldn't help but groan.
"Jesus Bruce. I saw it on camera but I didn't think it would be this... BIG." He reached his hand out, and wrapped it around my length. I let out a breath I didn't even know I held. With at least 9 inches in length, and 5 inches in girth, there was a reason I rumored to be quite the ladies man. And this was it. With steady hands, Joker pumped me, then lowered his head.
"You ready for this? I've been told I have the sharpest tongue in Gotham." I gasped as he bent down even lower between my legs and licked at the pre-cum my cock was weeping.
"I'm ready... Just... Please." I begged, biting my lip, and thrusting my hips. He chuckled and said;
"I love a beggar." And with talent that even most successful seductress couldn't have had, he began to suck.
Love,
Your awesome writer,
Ace Of Spades