I DO NOT OWN JOKER OR BATMAN…THEY BELONG TO DC COMICS AND CHRIS NOLAN…I JUST LIKE WRITING SMUT

Joker was free in all sense of the word. He stepped from his prison his legs still shaky from the mind-melting sex he had had only thirty minutes earlier. Gripping the edge of the door frame and looking out he briefly wondered if Batman…Bruce expected him to come clean. He moved down the hallways his feet slapping softly against the floor, he then wondered why he hadn't thought to ask Batman…umm, Bruce, for a weapon. Aftersex thoughts were always shaky he concluded, and that had been some thought-sucking sex. So shrugging his shoulders and snickering he decided that the best plan of action was to sneak out without killing anyone which wasn't nearly as fun as his original plan.

The guards here, Joker knew were lazy. They were on edge but not nearly as wary as they should be. This would be one guards downfall as Joker knocked him out, stole his uniform, his keys and left him a cell with one of the more "active" patients of Arkham. He didn't have the time to kill anyone, such a shame, but someone should get some enjoyment here. A new blue uniform replaced his dreadful orange one and it was with an almost easy stroll that he found his way outside.

Of course, the guards out here…

"Hey!"

He giggled a little as he rushed one guard and took his gun and then shot him in the face. He would need a gun as shaky as he was. He chuckled madly as he dodged another guard and bopped him over the head with the gun. Seeing another opening present itself he kicked the stumbling man near the base of his spine. The man fell as he expected but honestly wasn't there one knife anywhere to finish the job?

No?

So he kicked the man over with his foot, leaned down, and forced the gun down his throat and slammed it down as hard as he could. The jaw broke as he expected and the man's watery eyes widened considerably at the sudden shock and pain. Blood gurgled from his damaged throat and Joker couldn't resist a hearty laugh.

"Whatsuh matter…gat got your tongue," and he laughed hysterically. Watching as the light went out of the man's eyes Joker got up and practically skipped out of Arkham. Well, not skipped, there was the matter of his ass being a little sore.

A crew. Gasoline. Matches. These were the necessary things to make the world a little more…chaotic. He didn't want to begin these things yet, but he'd at least need a place to stay. Walking down the streets of Gotham an idea suddenly entered his mind.

Why not pay the Batman a visit? He laughed loudly as he realized he'd already been there once to crash a party. He had been in his house looking for Harvey to get to him. He guffawed loudly at this and decided that he and Batman would have to have a talk. Cars in Gotham were easy to find and incredibly easy to wire and so it was with great relish that he found a car that suited his needs perfectly. It was green, a very emerald green, that Joker felt did him justice. Running his hands through his hair he realized that his makeup would have to be replaced sooner rather than later. "Alright", he said a manic grin on his lips, "I've talked myself into it. Maybe I'll knock off a craft shop just to get back into the swing of things."

Getting into the Bat's penthouse was easier the first time because there were no party guests. Sneaking in in required only his deft fingers, his genius, and the gun he had gotten from the guard. Okay, he scowled admittedly, so he knocked. A man in probably in his late fifties opened the door. Honestly who opens the door this late at night in Gotham? He pointed the gun at the man and licked his lips.

"Evening, uh…the Bat home," and with this remark he giggled hysterically hardly able to keep the gun steady. The man's eyes widened at his knowledge of the Batman and he couldn't help but poke the man in the chest with the gun playfully, "come on old man lemme in."

"He's not here," the gent said pushing the gun away and crossing his arms.

"Let him in Alfred," a suave voice said from within.

"Master Bruce may I remind you that this mad man-"

"Heeellllo, now listen…I am not crazy or mad…I'm happy," he snarled as his tongue traced lazily over his scars. He stood at the door tapping his foot until the man stepped aside revealing a very delicious Bruce Wayne in black boxer briefs. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully as he eyed the dark haired man. Had he really been fucking this man earlier, it had been kind of dark being in a cell and all, but now he could see every nuance of Bruce's body. He was like one of those statues that had unreasonably perfect bodies, except well real. He strolled in a large grin on his newly painted face, "Hey Bat."

"Joker," Bruce said solemnly, "you got here more quickly than I expected. I thought you would at least blow up Arkham before you got here."

"Saving that for another time. Right now I just want to…uhh…pick up where we left off."

"I just took a shower."

"Excuse me," the now obviously pissed butler interjected, "but am I right to assume that you visited this monster Master Bruce?"

"Yes, Alfred I did."

"After what he did to Rachel? After all that you did to get him locked away in the first place!?"

Bruce ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. Joker shivered as he remembered just how his hands felt running along his body. He remembered taking those fingers in his mouth and…

"Fuck. Where's your bathroom?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow but told him it would be at the end of the hall, first door on the left. He brushed by the irate Englishman and couldn't resist giving Bruce's ass a light squeeze before skipping off to the bathroom.

A bathroom. A fucking bathroom is what he called this. The entire room was made of ivory marble. The sink was a deep basin lined with a golden rim. Lush tan towels hung on individual hoops above the toilet, which he noticed was not made of porcelain, but marble, white marble. He shivered again remembering the real reason he was here in the first place. He looked down at the now obvious tent in his pants. Sitting on the lid of the toilet he unzipped himself from the now constricting pants. He moaned softly as cool air brushed against his cock. He knew he was in serious trouble if Batman could get this kind of reaction out of him just by running his hands through hisfucking hair.

"Ahhh-ah," he said as he took his cock in his hand. Leaning over he managed to turn on the faucet. He let warm water tickle over one of his hands. Perfect.

"Uhh-eh- FUCK," he said taking his now wet hands and running them up and down his cock. He used long slow strokes, biting his lip as he did so. His hips jerked forward as he tossed his head back. He imagined Bruce stroking him like this. Imagined sure calloused hands pumping him. He caressed his scars with his tongue as he began to sigh Bruce's name. He needed to get out of these goddamn pants! The clown kicked off boots a size too big and wriggled out of the pants and let them rest in a pile at his feet. He pulled both legs onto the toilet seat now practically crouching on it. He took two fingers and shoved them into his mouth sucking languidly pretending they were Bruce's. Bruce. Batman. Even with his identity revealed Batman did not disappoint. He took away his fingers and then inserted them into his ass. He winced in pain but continued to push deeper as he pumped his dick steadily with the other hand.

"Ugh…Fuck ME," he shouted as his invading fingers found his prostate. He bucked into his hands almost sliding off the seat entirely. He pumped faster and began hitting his prostate with a third finger. His eyes were shut and he was panting, his tongue peeking out past blood red lips. Faster he pumped his fingers into himself until he could feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Bruce…fuck, fuck…FUCK!"

Splatters of cum hit the bathroom walls and dribbled down Joker's hand as he came. His eyes were lidded as he observed the mess he had made. He smiled lazily at his handiwork or Bruce's handiwork if he wanted to be technical.

A knock on the door.

"Joker, what's going on in there?"

Speak of the devil.

"Why don't you come in and take a look. I didn't lock the door."

Bruce opened the door and glanced at a half naked Joker whose hands he noted were covered in sticky cum. Looking around the bathroom he noticed that Joker's hands weren't the only things that were sticky. Bruce looked at the Joker whose eyes were heavy with lust. His legs were splayed lazily over both sides of the toilet seat and one of his hands was already licking cum slicked digits. He closed the door behind him.

"Joker," he said huskily, "what the hell were you thinking?"

"Thinkin' about you Bruceey."

Bruce walked over to the clown and kneeled between his legs, resting his hands on his knees. He rubbed his thumbs lightly over the skin underneath the Joker's knees. He could hear the Joker's breathing become slightly more husky and he smiled softly to himself as he continued his ministrations.

"Alfred doesn't want you to stay here."

"I-m not- I'm not allowed to kill him am-ughhh," he said as hands worked their way up to his inner thigh.

"No, you can't. Alfred…Alfred is more than my friend. He's like a father to me," Bruce murmured as he bent down and began tonguing the area near Joker's knees.

"Is-fuck-is that-soooooo…mmmmph, Bruce…"

"Yes, it is and he," Bruce continued as his tongue glided higher up the clown's thigh, "is only looking out for my best interests."

"Oh…OH!"

Joker felt a warm tongue lap at the tip of his cock and he knew that that tongue was enough to make him hard all over again. The tongue traced around the head languidly as if sampling a fine wine. At this point Joker's hands had wandered to the side of the toilet seat and was gripping it so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. His toes were flexing and extending with every stroke of Bruce's wandering tongue. Finally the mouth began closing around more than just his head and swallowed nearly half of him. He moaned loudly tossing back dirty blond and green locks as he rested his head against the wall.

And finally Bruce managed to choke down his entire cock. He could feel his face pressed up against him and it was all he could do to not cum in his mouth. His mouth was open releasing the occasional shriek of laughter or a animalistic moan that he knew Bruce appreciated.

Out .

In.

Out .

In.

Bruce could taste salty precum on his tongue now and he knew because of the way that Joker was shuddering beneath him that he was close. Before he could lose complete control Joker struggled to speak.

"Fu-fu-FUCK ME DAMMIT!"

Bruce released Joker's cock with a loud slurp and glanced up at him. His eyes were so dark they were almost black and in the clown makeup he was certainly interesting to look at. Who knew he would enjoy fucking a clown so much? He got up and pulled down his underwear revealing a cock that was already weeping.

Joker smirked and stood up, shaking slightly because he was still trying to get blood to his major appendages. Bruce didn't give him enough time to shake any feeling into them because he was already pinning the younger man against the wall and forcing his tongue down his throat. Red and white paint smudged comically on both their faces but neither cared. Joker growled into Bruce's mouth as his fingers dug into flesh. He noticed as he made a grab at Bruce's body that he had many scars. He thought this only for a moment before Bruce grinding against him made him tear his lips away and cry out his name. He then felt strong hands haul up his leg and let it curl around his waist.

"Gonna- ugh, fuck me against the wall Brucceey," he whispered as his tongue delved into his ear earning an animalistic groan from his partner. Bruce responded to this by biting the clown's throat until he could taste the copperish tang of his blood. He lapped at the wound steadily and then bit down even harder into his shoulder.

Joker growled and tossed his head back making a loud thump against the marble tile. Bruce took one hand and yanked the Joker's hair until the man began to laugh hysterically and then once again reclaimed his lips between his own. The kiss was demanding as most of them were. Sucking and biting until they could taste each other's blood in their mouth. Tongues battled for dominance, teeth sank into tender lips once more and the ever present sounds of growls and moans were swallowed down like sustenance.

Finally they were both so wired that a tender lick across the ear would have made them cum. Joker peeled an arm from his waist and raised the hand to his lips. He gulped three of them down and began to suckle on them gently. He wrapped his tongue over them laviciously making Bruce squeeze his fingers into his hips until he was certain he would have bruises, not that he wouldn't be bruised in many other places now. With a trickle of saliva slipping down his chin that Bruce lapped away savoringly he lets the other man reclaim his fingers and without warning plunge all three of them into him viciously.

A raucous squeal of both and pleasure and agony ripped through the Joker as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Bruce relentlessly pumped his finger into him forcefully wrenching his arm above his head to gain more purchase. His thrusts were fierce leaving his ass even more sore but it was worth it if he would just.

"FUCK, BRUCE!"

Joker was seeing the fucking moon at this point. He was so far gone he was practically thrashing like a wild animal at this point. His free hand was now digging deep bleeding gashes into Bruce's back which he took with wolfish grunts. In this state it was easy to see where Bruce ended and Batman began Joker briefly thought before he was sent to the moon again.

Finally after it was clear that they were both more interested in actual rutting than preparation Bruce pulled Joker's arm higher above his head and positioned himself at his entrance.

"Scream for me," he said his Batman voice quivering into his ear and shivering down his spine straight to his already hard cock. Could a stiffy get stiffer Joker said giggling to himself?

PAIN.

Pure, hot, pain went straight through him as Bruce entered him in one quick thrust. He laughed breathlessly as the Bat ravaged his ass mercilessly hitting his prostate over and over again. As he was brutally banged into the wall to the point where he was seeing double he could feel indescribable pleasure bubbling to the surface. He began moaning uncontrollably his free hand roaming over Bruce's back. He leaned into the Bruce and would have hung over him bonelessly if he wasn't being pinned up.

Bruce couldn't help but admit to himself how good it felt to be inside the Joker. Joker's ass was extremely tight and clenched sporadically around his cock practically milking him. He even got off on the way that Joker'ss nimble fingers scrambled over his back leaving bruises and scratches all over. And his face. Devilish and delicious in the clown make up that was smudged he looked like pure sex as he moaned and writhed beneath him. Bruce began to pick up the pace letting his stomach grind over the Joker's cock as he push deeper and faster into him. At this point Joker was tossing his head from side to side as if her were shaking away invisible demons. Bruce continued to hit his prostate again and again until Joker came with a loud hysterical cry that made Bruce's heart flutter. After a few more thrusts Bruce came soon after his cum shooting into Joker's ass in a steady stream earning a whimper from the younger man.

Bruce and Joker stayed like that Joker now resting his head in the crook of the older man's neck and Bruce leaning into him as if he were a lost lover. They stayed like this until Bruce found he could no longer hold the Joker and pulled out of him. Cum dripped from Joker's ass slowly and Bruce had the decency to blush a little at the sight. Joker smiled at this as he sank down to the floor. Bruce still having some energy in reserve knelt before the bone tired clown and touched his face gently.

The clown looked up his eyes still giving off the post orgasmic dazed look. He smiled lazily as Bruce traced over his scars.

"You don't, uhh, say my name when we fuck."

"I am not saying the word Joker when I fuck someone."

"That's ah, yeah…that's my name- uh."

"No."

"Come on Bat."

"You call me Bruce when we're fucking don't you?"

"That's hehe, a bit different."

Bruce noticed that his stomach was bathed in cum and blushed again forgetting how he was going to respond.

"Jack."

Bruce looked up eyeing the Joker to see if this was another gag, but for once there was no clever smile gracing his scarred lips.

"Seriously?"

"Fuck Bat, call me whatever you want I just want you to fuck my brainsss out…and maybe find me a couple band-aids."

Bruce reached an arm over his should and pulled his hand back to see it was red with blood.

"This bathroom doesn't have a shower, want to go find one that does? I can get band aids afterwards."

"You just like seeing me wet, don't you Brucey," the Joker said a grin livening the spaced out look he had been wearing.

"Maybe I do…Jack."

A/N If you noticed this is becoming a non oneshot…I think its just a continuance of smutlets that have a smidgen of plot? If that doesn't sit well with you then…sorry.