Damn – Katy Perry

Bruce Wayne kept his night life away from his private life as much as possible. But seeing as, at the moment, he was faced with a dilemma – mainly being in knife range in front of the Joker (whom had once again crashed one of his parties) in a back hallway of his penthouse, he wondered if he should still do that. His fists were clenching and unclenching as he eyed the knife, and for a moment, he thought he would attack the criminal.

Thankfully he had a voice of reason who said that if he did, he would probably be screwed over more than he was now.

"Hello, Bruce-y," the Joker purred, smacking his lips. "You don't mind if I call you Brucey, do you?" He didn't wait for a reply. "Good." The Joker closed the little gap between them, his free hand caressing the billionaire's cheek as he kept his knife above the billionaire's heart. The light scar from the bite the Joker had given him a few weeks ago tingled slightly.

Play the frightened billionaire, Bruce.

"I've heard rumors that you, ah, know the Batman."

Oh.

That's what this was about.

Bruce felt sweat pour down his neck and his breath hitched when the man placed his gloved hand on the soft flesh in between his shoulder and neck, caressing the tense muscle rather tenderly.

"What if I do?"

He winced when the Joker's fingers dug into his shoulder rather painfully before moving down towards his neck.

"Then I'll kill you," he said, cackling like a hyena. His dark eyes burned into Bruce's blue ones. "Or maybe I'll k-eep you around as a p-e-t."

"And if I don't?"

The Joker jumped with glee, bouncing on his feet with excitement, his hand latching onto Bruce's – rather delicious – neck.

"I'll see you again," he breathed against Bruce's ear, and his tongue darted out from in between his lips, licking Bruce's ear. "Daddy-o."

"Why?" Bruce rasped, his airway beginning to close up.

"Because I l-ike you," he purred. The knife clattered to the ground as he slammed his other hand onto Bruce's neck as well.

Bruce clawed at the gloved hand, his lungs burning with need. His limbs flailed about and he punched the Joker's jaw.

The grip loosened slightly.

"Until we meet againBruce-y."