Reunion, Part II
Somehow they end up in a darkened corner of that lonely alleyway in the Narrows, the both of them spattered with grime and blood, clutching at each other as they fight for dominance, desperate kisses taking the place of angry words. Bruce grabs the lapels of the Joker's now tattered suit and presses him up against the filthy concrete wall, insinuating a knee up and between the clown's legs as he pulls away to catch his breath. Joker moans and, infuriatingly, begins to laugh.
"Oh, Brucie, is this your way of saying you missed me? Or don't you have anyone else to play pool with?"
Bruce knows to what he's referring and resents the taunting reminder of their last encounter in his game room. He sneers and bites down hard on the madman's neck, feeling a jolt of victory when he hears the other's high-pitched moan. He grinds his knee into the Joker's groin, gently enough to drag out pleasure along with pain.
"You know damn well there hasn't been anyone else," he growls into the Joker's ear, biting at the lobe for good measure. "Now, will you just cooperate for once in your life and-"
Joker emits a sharp, yearning sigh as Bruce roughly cups his erection, at the same time forcefully gripping his right hand and pulling it down onto his own. Not one to be outdone, Joker slides his tongue across his lower lips and smirks.
"Oh, I'll co-operate, precious," he whispers darkly and, quick and sudden, switches their positions so Bruce's back is against the wall. "Aren't you in for a treat?"
Before Bruce can react, Joker gracefully falls to his knees, all the while looking into his eyes. Bruce realizes what his intentions are and swallows, unable to keep the uncertainty from showing in his face. Joker offers up a Cheshire grin and, with great deliberation, skims dancing fingers up Bruce's legs, catching them in the elastic waistband of his sweats so as to slowly lower them down to just above his knees. The sensation of the clown's leather-clad hands on his skin is intensely erotic and he only feels the chill of the night air for a second before the Joker's warm breath fans his thighs.