Alright guys here's your belated XMAS/NEW YEAR'S present(we can all agree on New Year's as a holiday right?), sorry it took me so long to update. There is some serious smut in here, a little kinky if I do say so myself. But what's a Scarecrow without a little bitta kink? Anyway I enjoyed these two, and I hope you like it. Read and review. Oh yeah 'fores I ferget. I do not own any of the Batman characters. They all belong to Chris Nolan and DC Comics.

After his brief confrontation with the Joker, Bruce wondered whether or not he should have taken him back to Arkham. Sure, the facility had not been blown up as the madman had expected, but he had released Jonathan Crane and attempted to bring the whole place down. A few months ago this would have warranted a severe beat down from the Batman and a stint in jail, the death penalty actually. Now...the same thirst for justice did not apply when thinking of the Joker. It was as if all the fire that had burned within him had been doused. He did not feel calm, there was still an edge that he could feel, but there was also an emptiness. Passion did not exist as it once did, it only seemed to arise when he was near the demented clown.

You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

As Bruce landed on another building top, he found that searching for criminals...was boring. He wondered if Alfred had ever felt like this. The older gentleman always seemed to have a story about his more adventurous days, his trips to Africa, his near death experiences. It wasn't hard to imagine the butler in these situations, the man knew everything from making his own wine to triage techniques, but eventually the adventure ended didn't it? And what about Dent? Dent had been Gotham's White Knight. He had fought fiercely for justice, truth, and Rachel. But in the end, when his decisions mattered most, he turned away from it all and became Two-Face. Was that destined to happen to him as well? Would he wake up one day and find that he was on the other side of the fence, stealing, killing, burning with criminal lowlives? He could not see that far ahead in his future and after what he and the Joker did he couldn't completely write that future off as impossible.

Don't talk like one of them. You're not! Even if you'd like to be.

Maybe they were both right.

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Arriving home, Bruce began removing the body armor and placing it neatly in his case. He went to the center of the room after putting away all his gear and activated the elevator. As he went up he began thinking of what he would say to Alfred. The man was like a father to him, yes, but after what he had done would the man still treat him like a son? There was so much to hammer out now that he had broken one of his rules. There used to be a line, when had it gotten so damn blurry? The hallway was dark and Bruce let out a sigh glad that Alfred had decided to turn in early for the night. Moving stealthily through the darkness he nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard 'Ahem' boom through the air like a rocket launcher just fired. He winced and stopped in his tracks.

"Goodnight Master Wayne." A light clicked on revealing a little less than happy butler sitting in an armchair. For a moment Bruce felt like an unruly teenager getting caught sneaking into the house.

" 'Night Alfred," Bruce replied softly.

"Now, as you probably already know I want t' talk to you." The voice did not seem to hold any angry inflections, but Bruce was not fooled into thinking he was out of the woods yet. When Bruce was angry it was instant, but with Alfred it simmered and then eventually boiled over into a frothy seething fury. To be honest even after all these years he was scared shitless of pissing the older man off.

"Yeah, I knew that." Bruce's hand ran instinctively through his hair. He walked carefully to a neighboring chair nervous that the man might suddenly pounce. He snorted inwardly, Alfred pouncing? Honestly? Then again...

"Now what you do is your business Master Wayne, I am the butler after all-"

"You're more than that Alfred and you know it!"

" Master Wayne are you going to let me finish?"

"Sorry."

"What I saw last night...frightened me. After what that madman did...you let 'im in this house and slept wif him. I know that you've experimented in the past-"

"Wait, you knew that I- Oh, sorry, go ahead." Bruce caught sight of the steel behind Alfred's eyes and went quiet.

"Do you still fight for Gotham?"

He wanted to prove that even someone as good as you could fall.

And he was right.

Bruce lowered his head unable to answer the question. He knew what to fight for, but wasn't sure that he could do it anymore. People like the Joker were the lowest of the low, and here he was fucking him. Fighting for Gotham had to be an honorable thing, something that one pledged one's soul to.

"I think that I might have to...find my way again Alfred. I don't know when it happened, when I bartered my soul but I want it back."

"Bruce, listen to me. I know that you're tryin' your 'ardest. I know that you feel he completes you. He is the good to your evil, he took everyfin from you, and you're tryin' to get it back from 'im."

Bruce's fists clenched as he tried to listen and shut out Alfred's words at the same time.

"Right now...you need 'im. More than you need me, I'm afraid." Bruce's eyes shot up at the words. The butler looked dejected, lost...old. Never, not even once, had Bruce ever seen Alfred look old. It was as if all the vitality had been sucked away. The wrinkles seemed more prominent, the shining white hair, dull, his strong and unwavering hands, hands that stitched him up with finesse and an agile quickness, trembled. He found that he couldn't breathe.

"Alfred what are you saying?"

"I am saying that I will come back when you need me Bruce."

The older man stood and strode from the room. Bruce exhaled slowly, finding that his body could not move. There was nothing in him to fight.

You crossed the line first, sir. You squeezed them, you hammered them to the point of desperation. And in their desperation they turned to a man they didn't fully understand.

Bruce looked down at his hands tears splattering on them gently.

What were you hoping to prove? That, deep down, everyone's as ugly as you? You're alone!

He finally stood up and turned off the light. Sitting back down, he realized that he would not move until the sun returned, and shunned him to a darker place.

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Joker adjusted the final strap, and stepped back. He eyed it with the same mentality as a judge, he even squinted his eyes a little to appear more judgemental. He tilted his head a bit and danced over to one side of the restraints, which held a very unhappy Scarecrow.

"This is insane, let me go!"

"Uh, I don't think I will, yeah, I'm, uh, gonna go with a no."

"I loathe, despise, and detest you, you maniacal bastard! Release me!"

Joker stepped forward again standing at the edge of the bed. He crawled over to the tied man until he was looking down on his face. He brushed a lock of brown hair out of the Scarecrow's eyes. He loved Crane's eyes, almost enough to pluck them from his head, but then he wouldn't be pretty any more would he? He ran a gloved hand down his prisoner's face reveling in the nervous string of profanities that spouted from pink full lips.

"Are you even listening to me!?! I said let m-"

Joker pressed his mouth against Crane's finally stopping the slew of complaints. Lips firmly pressed against Crane's Joker let his hands undo the zipper of the orange jumpsuit. There was no question that Crane did not look good in orange, made his almost translucent skin look pasty. Crane bucked underneath his touch, trying to shake him off, but honestly Joker had dealt with enough hostages to know how to operate with an unwilling host. He pulled away an resumed work.

"Please, stop."

"What, scarrred?"

The soft look in Jonathan's eyes evaporated upon Joker's words. He began to thrash madly trying desperately to get out of his bonds. If he had known that this was going to be the price of escaping he would have handed the tranquilizer to the nurse and let her jab him in the neck. A cell was much better than sex with a crazed madman in eerie face paint.

"What? This your, ah, first time with a man or something?"

A pretty rose color surfaced on Jonathan's cheeks. He stopped struggling and turned away. Awkward did not even begin to cover the feelings racing through his mind.

"That's not the point!"

"The hell it isn't, I'd bet my suit you're a virgin too." He plucked the glasses from Jonathan's eyes and leaned over him again. He let his lips rest on Jonathan's ears and let his tongue curl over the lobe gently. He closed his eyes as the man beneath him shivered deliciously. He let his tongue wander lower down the man's neck. He tasted delicious, not the way that Batman did. Batman tasted of spice, sweat, and kevlar, but Jonathan tasted clean, he smelled good. He couldn't pin a name to the taste that made up the man below him, but it was almost flowery. He suckled gently on the man's neck and could feel the pump of the other man's jugular beneath his lips. He nipped gently earning a gasp. He grinned and nuzzled the man's throat fondly.

"Joker?"

"Mmm?"

"Jonathan's...out right now. If you could be a little more," a lusty sigh escaped from Scarecrow's lips," forceful?" Joker grinned.

"Hahahaha! I've been lookin' for you!"

"Well, now you've found me, now show me what I've been missing."

Joker's scarred grin widened considerably. Sex with Batman was mind blowing, epic, really. Trying to sneak out after being fucked senseless and then fucking him proved to be quite a workout. The lower half of his body still ached, though it was always a pleasure to remember where the slightly uncomfortable pain came from. What Joker, wanted now ,however, was to experiment, play a little more rough than Batman was into. He knew there wasn't a chance in hell that Bruce would lie down with him holding a knife over his stomach. And after spending some time in Arkham he found that he knew someone who would. The lovely, pale man beneath him was conveniently a masochist and a sadist. He could tell just by looking at him, this man would take a sound a few cuts and say yummy. Bruce would probably say something along the lines of 'What the fuck' and punch him in the face. Joker got up and looked underneath the bed. Let the good times roll, he thought to himself as he pulled out the box that read 'Toyz'. He pulled it from underneath the bed and opened the flaps. The box was filled with knives. Knives upon knives and they were Joker's favorite ones. He took out a sweet little number something that was sharp but wouldn't gut the man he was trying to fuck. He really wanted to use the knife with serrated edges, but knew himself well enough to leave that one in the box. He shoved it back under the bed and climbed back on to observe his guest. The man was slim, not anorexic slim. He had dark brown locks that seemed to sway in his eyes often, and beneath that yankable hair were light blue eyes. His nose was slightly upturned and beneath that nose was the delicious mouth he had kissed earlier. Yup, he was most definitely a prize.

He began to remove his clothing, tie, and shirt, letting them fall to the floor. He let his eyes land on Scarecrow's as he reached for his belt buckle, and he felt a tingle run through him as the Scarecrow bit his bottom lip. He let the belt fall to the floor, and then removed his pants.

"Never saw that one coming."

"Yeah, I, uh, laugh everytime I see it too." Joker let his 'Have a Nice Day' boxers drop to the floor revealing his cock stiff from all the anticipation. He got onto the bed once again crawling on all fours to his bound lover for the night. He took the knife in his left hand, he was ambidexterous after all, and cut away the fabric of the jumpsuit. It gave away easily as many things in Gotham were wont to do, and revealed an almost satin smooth body. Scarecrow's body was what a body would look like if it had never seen a fry, a cheesburger, a milkshake even. The man was lean, with a clearly defined chest, abs that were there not because of workout, but because there was no fat to cover them, and slim legs. Did he swim? Joker thought that could account for the muscle that resided there...

"Stop looking at me that way, please,"the soft voice begged and Joker could see that Scarecrow was no longer the one in control.

"Uh, what way, pretty boy?" He was now straddling Jonathan his cock resting against the plain white boxers that Jonathan wore. Jonathan bucked a little hissing at the contact between him and the Joker. All of this was making him extremely uncomfortable but at the same time he felt almost intoxicated. He pulled against his restraints once more, and groaned when Joker began to move against him in a vulgar dance that seemed to concern only his hips. Jonathan felt himself stiffen and he slumped back into the bed biting his lips to keep from moaning.

"That way," Jonathan hissed.

"I'm, uh, not gonna say I'm sorry. Ah, cuz I'm not."

Joker removed the gloves from his hands all the while grinding provocatively against Jonathan. Once his gloves were off he pressed a hand against Jonathan's chest and leaned down to reclaim his lips. They were soft against his own, but the man was too stubborn to respond. He grinned against the man's mouth knowing that he would just have to come up with a way to get him to kiss back. He took the knife, still in his left hand and made a tiny cut near on his side. Jonathan arched upwards into the Joker and an electric shock went through his groin and straight up his spine. Jonathan's mouth opened and Joker let his tongue slip inside. He let it glide along his teeth, the sides of his mouth, trying to show the tight ass beneath him that sex wasn't so bad. Jonathan moaned into his mouth softly and moved his hips. It seemed like he was finally getting him into the game. He licked the soft pink lips and nipped them gently earning another gasp.

"Feelin' betterrr pretty boy?" His lips were almost touching Jonathan's lips, and he could smell the fear and desire rolling off the boy in waves. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Jonathan again. This time the man beneath him was more responsive. He felt the other other man's tongue struggle to keep pace, as he dipped his own inside tasting and exploring. He pulled away and looked at the flush color of Jonathan's cheek. He really was quite pretty.

"I feel better. I'm curious as to why you've chosen me, though. Isn't Batman more...more adequate for this sort of exercise?"

"Jonny, you make it sound, soooo....borring. Batman is fantastic, ah, don't get me wrong, but I like to...explorrre a little."

"Ah."

"Glad to clear that up for ya."

Joker considered the matter closed and and adjusted himself so that he could pay his attentions to other areas of Jonathan's body. He started by dragging his teeth along Jonathan's collar bone, and listening to him sigh contentedly. He moved lower still until he was looking at the cut he had made on Jonathan's chest. It was still bleeding and he was all to happy to lick the blood away, poking his tongue into the wound. He felt the shudder of pain and pleasure ripple through Jonathan like a wave.

"Hurt me some more."

Scarecrow again? Joker shrugged and let the knife in his hand glide down the middle of his lover's chest. A thin streak of red trailed after the knife and Scarecrow groaned in ecstacy beneath the blade's touch. In fact, he pushed his torso higher so the knife would go deeper. Joker took this as a sign that things were going to go very well. He lapped away the blood slowly drawing patterns with the liquid. He set the knife down on the bed and let his hands go to work. He tugged on a small pink nipple pulling hard enough to cause pain. The other hand scratched down Scarecrow's abdomen, sometimes tearing into the skin. Scarecrow let his head roll to the side, his teeth biting his bottom lip in an effort to stifle the sounds coming from his mouth. Joker displeased at this slapped him soundly across the face, and Scarecrow whimpered all the while rolling his hips upward.

"Hit me again," he breathed huskily, "hit me harder."

Joker slapped him across the face again watching as the Scarecrow smiled blood staining his teeth a light pink. "If you're going to fuck me then you'll have to break me. Hit harder!"

Joker had only been testing the man beneath him. He did not want to kill his latest fascination, but he did want to have some fun. He began to undo the straps that held Scarecrow down. He grabbed the smaller man by throat and banged his head against the headboard holding him down with a bruising kiss. Scarecrow wriggled beneath him his hands struggling to hold onto him. He shoved away one of the hands and continued to shove his tongue down the smaller man's mouth. He continued to let his hands rove over the body beneath, using his nails to dig into the smooth skin. He caught a nipple between deft fingers and pulled sharply. Whimpering sounds reached his ear once more, and he couldn't help but crack a smile against perfect pink lips. He pulled away and went in for a savage bite. A scream echoed throughout the warehouse and Joker laughed loudly drinking down the coppery fluid that pooled at the juncture between neck and shoulder.

"Stop it," Jonathan screeched attempting in vain to get away.

"Oh, fuckin' make up your mind Jonny-boy!" He banged the man's head sharply against the headboard once more, and continued down the length of Jonathan's body. He suckled gently on one nipple, rolling it gently between his teeth. His other hand was rolling the other nipple between his fingers. He looked up to see Jonathan's eyes closed, his chest moving heavily with staggered breath, his hair was in his eyes again. Fucking beautiful.

He let his tongue travel down the cut, and let one hand snake its way into Jonathan's boxers. The man stiffened at the sudden touch. "What,uh, never get a handjob before, pretty boy?"

"N-no." Jonathan shivered as calloused hands gripped his cock. He let a low animal sound escape before he could stop himself.

"That's it Jonny." The hand continued to stroke Jonathan's cock. Jonathan could feel himself grow in the demented clown's hand. He didn't know what to do with himself. His hands gripped the sheets tightly in his hands, and he debated on whether he should attempt to make a break for it. No, he thought to himself, everytime he tried Scarecrow came back. Everytime he let that darker part take over he found himself in an even more painful position than before. He choked down another cry as Joker squeezed his dick. He felt a hot mouth sucking along his side. He could even feel the ragged scars of this particular mouth trailing ever slowly down. It brushed against the cut that shivered everytime he breathed. Had Scarecrow asked for that? As a tongue sucked on the wound he felt tiny tingles of pain interlace with his euphoria. He groaned and without even sure why began moving his hips into Joker's experienced hand. Eyes still closed he let one hand twine itself in the Joker's hair. The hand retreated and the kissing stopped. Jonathan knew better than to open his eyes, it would only frighten him more. He yelped as he felt a blade slice across his stomach. His eyes snapped open and he fought beneath strong hands that were gripping his hips firmly.

"Y-you can't do this!"

The Joker faised a fist and punched him soundly in the gut, sending the air rushing out of his lungs. He choked and felt a tears pool under his eyes at the pain of it.

"Listen, Jonnyyy you don't, ah tell me what to FUCKIN' DO! Under,ah,stood?" Jonathan nodded helplessly. Within a moment Joker was in clenching his hair painfully in his hands. Pain shocked through him as his head cracked into the headboard. "Answer me when I talk to you!" A smack snapped his head to the side, and he cried out at the pain and suddeness of it. "I was gonna, ah, suck you off, but you know what...I think I know what you neeeeeduh." With a move that Jonathan once again failed to see he had been flipped over onto his stomach. He bit his lip against the pain as his cuts were pressed into the mattress. Deft fingers yanked down his boxers baring his bottom. He suddenly felt cold and goosebumps broke out all over his skin. He felt naked skin, hot and lean press against him. "Just what you need," Joker whispered softly almost lovingly near his ear. He sighed gently as his tongue flicked against his earlobe and was almost sorrowful when he felt the comforting weight move off of him. What came next he was certainly not prepared for. The Joker sliced small cuts all over his bottom while holding him by his neck, forcing him into the pillow. He screamed for all he was worth trying to throw the clown off and escape, and then he found that he was no longer in control.

Scarecrow mewled, ceasing the struggling and rolled his hips suggestively dancing beneath the blade. He let out a guttural sound of satisfaction into the pillow. He felt the heavy pressure lessen and he arched like a cat raising his ass proudly. He glanced back and caught Joker's eye. He licked his lips. Joker growled and shoved his head back into the sheets. Ooo he loved this feeling. A hard smack across his bleeding bottom made him choke, bliss and sweet sweet pain rolled through him. He moved his hips.

"More, fuckin' hit me again!"

Heavy blows rained deliciously on his backside and he felt his bones liquify as he could no longer support himself on his elbows. He heard sucking noises and shuddered as he thought of Joker licking bright red blood from his fingers. More, he wanted much more. He found the strength and pushed himself onto his knees. He got onto the balls of his feet, into a crouch and turned to Joker. He let his eyes drink in the sight of the curious clown. Jagged lips were wrapped around bloody fingers. His eyes were closed making him look almost like a skeleton, the black on black unsettling. Scarecrow let his eyes wander farther down taking in the scars that rippled and moved across taut flesh. He looked further and saw his dick, hard amidst downy blond curls. A natural blond and Scarecrow couldn't help but smirk at this.

"Joker?"

He watched as the Joker took his hand from his mouth and opened his eyes. He really was a man of carnal desires wasn't he? He looked from his the flat grey eyes and then flicked his eyes down to the Joker's amply sized cock. A spike of desire pricked along his body making his breath catch.

"Whaddya want Crow?"

"Face fuck me," he said simply. He grinned at the widening of Joker's eyes. He shrugged nonchalantly. "S'what I want. You'll give it to me won't you," he looked down so as to appear modest. He knew that his lashes were girlishly long, that after being kissed so hard his lips would be in a perfect pout. Modest, that was not a word one could use for him unless to describe the lack thereof. He heard the chuckle and he knew he had won his argument. The bed creaked as Joker got off the bed. Scarecrow climbed off as well and got onto his knees. Joker walked to him and stood, waiting. Scarecrow smiled up at him and opened his mouth as wide as he could. The Joker grabbed his hair and Scarecrow gasped one more time before Joker shoved himself into his waiting mouth. He choked on it, needless to say, but he kept with it all the same. First off, his mouth wasn't wide enough, and it seemed that that was not all this took. He realized he needed to use the back of his throat, Joker wanted to go farther into him so that meant no gagging. He grabbed onto the Joker's hips, digging in greedy fingers, and struggled to swallow Joker's cock. First time, failure, second time...

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Scarecrow would have smiled if the Joker's stiff member wasn't constantly hitting the back of his throat. He gagged a bit but continued to bob up and down on the man's erection. So so good all of it. It tasted of salt, but as he continued to draw him he tasted something else. Precum was the word he was certain. He let his tongue lick along the base of Joker's dick, tasting soft salty flesh there. He broke out of Joker's grasp and sat back on his legs. "Joker, let me do it on my own, I wanna...try things." Joker looked at him, but offered his own shrug of indifference. Scarecrow grinned anxious to get started. He puts one hand on Joker's hip to steady himself and uses the other to fist the pulsing flesh. He hears a chuckle bounce of the walls, and a groan. A hand settles on his head, but doesn't attempt to anything. He approaches the organ once more letting his tongue poke into the slit. He blew lightly and looked up to see Joker's head tilted back, mouth open, and eyes closed. He bent lower and took both of Joker's balls into his mouth. He drew on them deeply, let his tongue lave over them, tasting Joker carefully.

"Fu-fuck Crow, better than a whooore," Joker said raggedly. The hand tightened painfully in his hair and Scarecrow opened his mouth again to explore. He licked the underside of the cock touching on the veins that ran through it with his lips. "Moooore!" A burst of pain ripped through Scarecrow as Joker yanked his hair again. He stood up as the unwavering hand commanded and let Joker kiss him again. Jonathan let chapped lips crush against his own hungrily, let his tongue beg entrance. He didn't know when he had started wanting this, but he wasn't complaining anymore. Hands gripped his arms with bruising force as Joker's tongue muscled past his and began moving greedily along the roof of his mouth. Joker's tongue like the rest of the man, Jonathan mused, was driven without purpose, but he moaned all the same. One hand let go to push him onto the bed.

"Now for the maaaain event! On your hands and knees Crow."

"Wait, no, I'm not-"

"Ah, Jonny you're back. Actually kind of glad you are. I, uh, wanted to fuck you, watch you screeeamuh..."

Jonathan edged back warily, not trusting enough to turn his back on the Joker. Scarecrow was into this nonsense not him!

"Jonny, you want this to,ah , hurt more?"

Jonathan shook his head. "No." He got onto his hands and knees and looked down. He may not have had sex with a man before but he knew the basic way in which it was done. Knowing the Joker, however, this was going to be anything but basic. He winced as Joker climbed onto the bed.

"Suppose I should, ah, get you ready first, huh?"

"Please," Jonathan whispered.

He felt Joker's weight leave the bed, and then heard him get down to shuffle under the bed once more. Finally, after a few minutes the familiar weight got back onto the bed. He could feel the heat radiating of off Joker's body, could feel his breath warming up his skin. A hand glided gently along his ass, pain flicking on and off as wounds were touched, and finally...

Joker loved the way Jonathan's ass was shaped. Smooth, white, not too small, not too big, round, grabbable. He gave Jonathan's ass a light tap with his hand and chuckled when he squealed beneath him. He stopped playing and got the lube dabbed generously on two fingers. He put one finger in and felt pretty boy's entire body tense.

"Oh, God," Jonathan whimpered.

Joker laughed as he pushed the finger in, pumping in and out slowly. Feeling around he felt it was alright to add another finger. Jonathan groaned deliciously trying to bear the pain. He really did not like Scarecrow much, did he? He leaned over Jonathan his hands still scissoring inside of him.

"Hey."

"I hate you." The words came out in a rush of breath as Joker pushed further into the man.

"Said that earlier." Joker grinned his Cheshire grin as he shoved in a third finger. Jonathan grunted in pain, almost falling flat on his face. Joker wrapped an arm underneath him to hold him steady.

"Hasn't- God! Hasn't changed," Jonathan practically shouted through gritted teeth.

"Good to, ah, know." Joker positioned himself at Jonathan's entrance, and pushed past the ring of muscle deep into his ass. The scream that ripped through Jonathan was a turn-on in more ways that Joker could say. The tightness that squeezed around him perfect. He was even tighter than Bruce. His eyes shuttered closed and he as he felt Jonathan clench around him.

So, fuckin' gooood." He pulled all the way out and snapped his hips back into Jonathan once more. Jonathan cried out again, sobbing as he attempted to pull away. Joker squeezed his ar around him more tightly letting out a bark of laughter as he stabbed into the man beneath him again and again.

Jonathan had never felt such agony like this is his life. The burning sensation that coursed through him was not getting any better. Exactly what had Joker "prepared" him for, torture and shame? He dug his fingers into the mattress trying to ground himself as the Joker abused his body. He licked his lips tasting blood, he had bitten right through his bottom lip without even noticing. He began to sob , head bent, fingers clenched and-oh

"Oh!" It felt as if someone had tapped a nerve inside of him and all of a sudden everything felt good. A low primal sound escaped his mouth as another wave of pleasure washed over him. Without even thinking he pushed his hips back to meet Joker's thrusts all the while feeling that wave getting higher and higher. His brain was floating, his heart was pounding, and he felt completely out of control, but it felt amazing. All that mattered was that Joker kept hitting that spot inside of him, that he did not stop.

"Mo-ugh-fuck-MORE!"

"Scarecrow," Joker hissed out as he pushed into the body beneath him once more.

"No, still-mmmm, still me."

"Good, let's try something." He pulled out of Jonathan and laid down on the mattress. Jonathan looked at him with a glazed questioning look. It was cute watching Jonathan puzzling over what to do, but Joker wanted satisfaction yesterday.

Get on top dumbass." Jonathan crawled over and straddled Joker's waist. He looked down at the clown nervously unsure of how to go about doing what he asked. He bit his bottom lip and sighed. Joker grinned knowing the predicament that Jonathan faced. He decided since he was horny as all get out he'd torment him some other way later. He placed one hand on the smaller man's hip and positioned himself once again.

"Gotta open yourself up a bit, pretty boy."

"Oh." Jonathan spread his ass a little more, blushing like a schoolgirl the entire time. He sank down onto Joker's dick slowly. He closed his eyes, and moaned in absolute ecstacy. He had never been filled like this is his life. He put his hands on Joker's chest trying his best to not act like a complete whore and start making out with him.

"Uh, Jonny," Joker gritted out.

"No," Scarecrow breathed softly.

"No?"

"No," Scarecrow concurred. He rose off of Joker's cock almost all the way and then brought himself down uttering a cry of contentment as he was filled completely. Joker's hands gripped slim hips and he began to aid him by pushing his hips to meet Scarecrow. Joker, couldn't help but watch as the man became more wild as he rode him. His head was tilted back, sweat glistened all over, pink pretty lips were open screaming his name and his hands were in his grab me-fuck me hair.

"Joker, oh please, more," Jonathan begged softly as Joker's cock stabbed into him again. It seemed that this was the one act where Jonathan didn't have to worry about Scarecrow messing things up. Losing control like this was something that they both agreed on. Being fucked to the point where colors danced in his eyes, where his screams were hoarse, was nice. Better than nice Jonathan admitted to himself as he lay atop Joker's body. He cupped Joker's face and kissed him slow and deep. The man tasted like sweet candy and steel. He groaned into his mouth as the Joker began thrusting at a faster pace. The kiss became more frantic as Joker's tongue forced its way into his mouth. He let his tongue fight with Joker's and didn't bother to squelch the moan that ripped through him as Joker brought a firm hand down onto his ass. He rocked his hips back keeping time with Joker's movements. He broke the kiss and pulled away.

Joker had a half cocked smile on his face as he imagined what he would do to finish this. With the yummy thought still in his mind he lifted the man off of him. He grinned when he heard a whine come from the smaller man.

"Aw, come on Crow, I promise you'll like it. Now crawl over there and, uh, hands against the headboard.

Jonathan didn't bother to correct Joker about his name. At this point they were both acting quite the same, and honestly it was just stupid to have the man change his nickname every five minutes or so. He crawled over to the headboard and put his hands against it.

"Ass out."

As demeaning as Joker's order was Jonathan couldn't help but feel a ripple of desire at being talked down to. He blamed it on Scarecrow who he was now beginning to realize was about as slutty as a person could be. He did as the Joker said and looked back. The man on one knee and was once again preparing to enter him again. Joker then grabbed his right leg and lifted. Curious about was going to happen next he was practically smashed into the headboard when Joker began fucking him again.

"Fuck! You are so fuckin' tight!"

Jonathan could only respond to this with sounds that he swore a human being would never have the indecency to make. He begged, he cried, he shouted as he was fucked senseless. Teeth sank into his shoulder, and he was shocked to find that that only made everything that more pleasurable. He could feel a tongue lapping up his blood, and was so focused on that he didn't notice the hand letting go of his leg. He did notice when the hand grabbed his cock, however.

"Fuck me," he exhaled as the Joker fisted him in time with his thrusts. Vision already blurred from lack of glasses he could see the strange colors again dancing in front of his eyes. His stomach clenched and he could sense that he was close to something monumentally beautiful that it would shatter him into a million pieces. He knew that the Joker was at this brink as well, the thrusts becoming more erratic, and that much harder to brace himself against. It wasn't until he actually screamed Joker's name aloud he realized he was having an orgasm. The fist wrapped around his dick continued to pump him, and with a string of curses escaping Joker's mouth he felt a hot liquid shoot into his ass. Every muscle in his body quivered and he slumped forward sinking back onto the mattress. The Joker, still inside of him, rested his head on his shoulder planting sloppy kisses on his shoulder.

"Joker," he whispered his voice hoarse and cracking.

"Mmmm."

"That was amazing."

"I know."

. .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..

"You, know, uh who I could imagine fucking you?"

"Who?" Jonathan traced lazy circles on Joker's chest. Joker had an arm wrapped an arm around him and his head rested comfortably near his shoulder.

"Batman."

Jonathan tensed at the name, remembering the bubbling blackness that seeped out his mouth, the growling voice, the darkness, his brain unstitching-

"Hey! Hey snap out of it pretty boy!" He realized that Joker was smacking him across the face.

"Ouch!"

"Bout time! What? Still afraid of the Bat?"

"Of course, the man is a sadist!"

"Actually the man's a masochist. I mean when I was, uh, fuckin' him-"

"He let you be on top?"

"Wow, that hurts Jonny boy. Well he didn't actually let me, I uh, forced him."

"You mean you ra-"

Joker's hold tightened around Jonathan's middle almost painfully.

"I don't rape anyone. Did I rape you Jonathan?"

"No, no you didn't. You didn't do anything I didn't ask for. I liked all of it."

"Same with the Bat. Guy wanted me to take control, I knew it, so I, uh, gave him what he wanted."

Jonathan pondered this for a moment, trying to picture the Batman actually needing something. To him the Batman was not a man. He had no weakness, he knew no fear, he was a dark god. The nightmares that danced in his head at night were all because of him.

"Would you...let him hurt me?"

"Heh, that's funny Jonny boy."

"How is my safety funny!?!"

"Because pretty boy Batman isn't into all the pain and kink. Pretty, uh, straightforward."

"You mean he's gentle compared to you."

Joker grabbed Jonathan's dick beneath the sheets and gave a painful squeeze. "Everyone's gentle if you compare 'em to me."

"Yes," Jonathan sighed breathlessly.

"We'll meet him tomorrow, how's that?"

"Can't wait. I love parties," Scarecrow said as let his tongue slip into Joker's ear.

"Goooood," Joker smiled as turned to kiss his lover.

A/N Another thing that I wanted to mention was Bruce's flashbacks. In my opinion this guy is always thinking about his past. He has regrets about a lot of what happened when it came to the Joker, Rachel, and Harvey. He is beginning to question whether or not he's the right man for Gotham because he feels as if giving into Joker has left him stained. He's an inner turmoil, struggle for inner peace kinda guy to me. So if you sigh everytime you see that italicized memory I apologize, but the poor bastard needs his flashbacks.