Just letting you know that this chapter is slightly gory. I mean, let's face it, it concerns a pissed Batman and a sadistic Joker. Anyway I hope that you all realize that this is not in fact a romance of any kind, and that I have no intention of ending this story happily...hmmm, yeah I thought of that, but it didn't take. In fact, as I wrote this chapter I realized it would probably have been more poetic to have Batman and Joker both shot, but I'm a kinder author than that. Anyway, this chapter is a little darker than most probably because my writing style has always leaned a little more towards the manic and macabre. My professor told me that my stories had a tendency to be dark or darkly humorous, humorous in the sense that you want to laugh, but feel guilty afterwards. Hmm, went off in a bit of a tangent there. At any rate this story will probably wrap itself up in a few chapters. So as always read and review. Oh yeah, expect the next chapter within a few days because I broke this one in two sort of.
Bruce's fist connected with the side of Joker's face. Paint came away on his slightly bruised knuckles, and he shook the numbness away. Joker wiped away a trickle of blood from his split lip a wide grin stretching the scars across his face.
"Come on Bruceeey. Hit me!"
Bruce glared angrily at Joker and then forced himself to put his arms down. He turned away from the manic clown and sighed.
"I'm not going to keep doing this."
"Aww Bats, come on."
"I'm not a monster, not like you."
"Uhhh that'sss not necessarily true. What about,ah, Rachelll? If you had been as righteoussss as you claim-uh, she'd be alive. Right...now."
Bruce froze for a moment not even aware of when he lunged for the Joker's throat.
"You fucking sonuvabitch!"
Joker let out a whoop of laughter as familiar calloused hands wrapped around his throat. He had wanted down and dirty rough and tumble sex, but a good old fashioned fight was just as fun. He missed the harsh darkness that made up the Batman, sure he loved the lighter Bruce, that man was breakable, but his symbol, the Batman was so much more...delectable.
Joker did nothing to fight back, he only accepted the harsh beating that to him was borderline orgasmic. Blood dripped from a scrape near his mouth, blood dripped onto his suit from his battered nose. The kicks that danced up and down his torso made him writhe on the plush carpet. He clutched the material with both hands letting the beating come.
"Don't you dare say her name! Don't you fuckin," another sharp kick,"dare say her name!"
Joker cackled madly, agitating the injuries that Batman insisted on giving him. He had wanted Batman, not Bruce this time. It had really been a tossup but either way he was sure to win. He glanced up at Bruce, he was beginning to calm down. The older man looked broken, lost, and Joker hated that look on his Bat. He eased himself into a sitting position, clutching his side weakly.
"Now Batsss that's outta the way. Whaddaya really wanna do t' meee?"
Bruce's eyes glinted with an unholy fire that Joker wasn't familiar with. The last time he had felt so unsure was at the ferry incident and the people had gone all topsy turvy, gone twisty and became innocent. And if Bat was the epitome of goodness, the very pinnacle of righteousness, then the opposite would be-
"Ahh, Brucey? How 'bout, ah," the Joker said smacking his lips nervously, "a raincheck."
A small smile skulked from the darker areas of Bruce's persona and nestled on his face.
"But lover isn't this where you wanted to be? Don't you want me to hit you?"
Joker's grin teetered on his face uneasily. This was a new animal.
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Jonathan woke and found that he was on fire. Agonizing ripples of magma moved over and under his skin, and he opened his mouth to scream. He found he could hardly even breathe. He wondered where he was, wondered what had happened.
Come on Jonny we both know that bastard tortured us.
It was true now that he thought of it. He remembered the retreat they made that day at the Diamond, remembered the breath of relief that finally puffed from between his lips as the door to the warehouse closed. He had been so sure that the two of them would be safe especially with the revelations that had finally accosted the oh-so unshakeable Batman. He had been wrong. Joker approached from behind letting wiry and not so subtly gloved hands rest on his shoulder.
"I wanna...plaaay Jonny."
Jonny glanced uneasily at the purple encased digits, digging firmly into his flesh, but he ignored it. Instead he let Joker turn him around to face him and kiss him. It was a kiss to inspire weak knees and nonsensical words. The Joker seemed intent on engulfing his tongue and tasting every nuance of his mouth and he let him. He felt a hand shrug him out of his outer jacket and push it down. The kiss broke and he took the moment to look into the Joker's eyes.
He shouldn't have.
Glossy deadness resided there. In those pupils there was no hope, there was no comfort. It was a desensitized stare that shook Jonny in the depths of his off kilter soul.
"Am I going to be punished now?"
"Yes, Jonny. How good of you...to assssk."
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Joker winced and let out a hollowed scream as Batman, no, Bruce broke his finger. Bruce's blue eyes seemed to be far away as he wrenched another nail-bitten digit awry. Joker giggled breathlessly an erection still managing to make an appearance. Bruce noticed as Joker's pain induced screams became softer sighs.
"How can you still..."
"Still what Bruce? Get turned on by this?"
It was the most normal he could make his voice and the way that Bruce winced, he knew he noticed too. Bruce sat on his haunches his eyes farther away than even Joker's had been. He looked at his hands and then at Joker's.
"I'll have to set those."
"No, not yet Brucey. I want something elssse. A little compensation, if you will."
Bruce once again glanced down at the clown's erection. Despite his best efforts he could feel his body responding to Joker's wants. He really didn't want this, a small part of him fought for it however. A small part of him wanted to break more bones, see more blood, take the Joker roughly against the wall until he couldn't stand, but he didn't want to answer to that side.
He found himself crouched over the Joker.
"What do you want," he said brokenly.
"What do I want? Uh uh, Bruce, what do you want?"
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You remember what he did to us then, don't you?
"I do, I hated it," Jonathan said as hot tears burned at the corner of his eyes.
He stripped us, tortured us, no one does that to us!
"No, no one does that to us."
Jonathan noticed the handcuffs that held him fast to the iron hold beside the bed. He scoffed at the idea that the officers thought this could hold him. Even on his worst day, there was no changing the fact that he knew more about restraints and ties than any person in the hospital, he had been after all, a doctor.
He undid his dressing with his free hand and gazed doggedly at the bloodied gash. He suppose that he should be thankful that the barbed wire had been dipped in something that killed infection rather than aiding it. He saw the wound and clenched into it with his nails. Blood oozed slowly but he wanted to get things moving quicker so that he wouldn't have to run into anyone. He brought his manacled hand as close to his mouth as he could and bit into the ragged flesh. Blood burbled sickeningly on his tongue and he fought down the urge to retch. He watched with mild detachment as the blood oozed under the cuffs, encouraged it with his free hand.
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Bruce grabbed matted and greasy hair between his fingers rising to his knees as he did so. The lithe clown's body moved unsteadily, but it didn't matter. He bit bright red lips, relishing in the taste of both lipstick and blood. He growled and the Joker took it meekly beneath him.
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Jonathan held the chain fast with his leg, squeezing his fingers together closely until he was sure joints would pop. He pulled with more strength, wincing at the way that skin scraped-
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-his teeth against a light nipple, catching it between his teeth and biting down hard. He had already managed to disrobe the Joker and had him moving, writhing beneath him. He needed this. He needed this monotonous cruel game. He needed to torture himself to be what he was, and if this was how he could find some sense of balance and normalcy, so be it.
He let his teeth sink heavily into a bruised side, feeling bone beneath flesh. He wasn't sure if he was still human, if-
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-he could just pull a little further he knew that he could slide his hand from the cuff. He glanced at the pinkish scrape that was on his wrist and and tugged closing in his thumb as he did so, ripping another painful gash into his hand. For a moment he sighed, which agitated every puckered wound on his body.
Let's go. He won't be at the warehouse, you know that.
"I do. He'll be at Bruce's penthouse, probably-"
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"-love fucking you," Joker hissed as Bruce hefted both of his hands over his head. His broken fingers bent into the carpet awkwardly. It was a sweet pain that rippled and darted from his arms to his groin. He moved his hips forward, his nakedness brushing up against Bruce's clothes.
Bruce clapped a hand over his mouth silencing him.
"Shut the fuck up, clown."
"Aww, not Jack?"
Bruce smirked, removed his hands and pressed his lips fervently against Joker's. The Joker let out 'mhpff' sound before opening his mouth to attack. He felt Bruce's hot tongue plunge viciously into his mouth, felt teeth biting on his bottom lip. He wrapped a leg around Bruce's own trying to bring him closer, but this man was not so tameable. He held his body way from Joker's his arm coming between them. He grasped Joker's length with one hand and squeezed. He pulled away to see the devil incarnate's eyes roll drunkenly into the back of his head, his mouth open and panting heavily. He squeezed harder watching flat grey eyes open and watch him cooly.
"You won't break me."
"I know, it's why I do this," he muttered as he yanked upwards with his hand. He felt the heated flesh in his hand quiver and he smiled," I know you can take it."