“Really, Master Wayne!” Alfred exclaimed when he saw Bruce Wayne in his costume for the party. “Zorro? I would have thought that you had enough of playing the superhero being Batman.”
“Relax, Alfred” Bruce Wayne slicked his thick, dark hair back and placed a hat on his head, then tied the thin mask around his eyes.” Heidi and Madison get to dress up with big hoop skirts, which is what they wanted, anyway. It’ll be fun. You’re always telling me that I need to have more fun!”
Alfred sighed, but didn’t make any further comments as Bruce continued to get ready for the party. Bruce had ordered the Hummer Limo to pick up his dates first, and then himself. The party was held at the Weathermeyer’s mansion, which was on the outside of town.
Before leaving the apartment, Bruce picked up the newspaper and noted that the Joker had escaped from Arkham Asylum yet again. He sighed. There was absolutely no way he could go out as Batman tonight. He would have to do it tomorrow. The Joker escaped from Arkham Asylum on an average of once every couple of months. Batman was usually able to capture him within a couple of days, and so far, there had been no deaths. Bruce suspected that the Joker did it just so Batman would capture him.
On the other side of town, in an abandoned warehouse, the Joker took one last look at his costume. He would have to keep the rubber mask on to hide his scars, but otherwise he was pleased. On his head was a bright orange wig, and he wore the costume of Bozo the Clown. He had seen the costume party advertised in one of the papers the orderlies carried into Arkham and knew that he had to be there. It was the perfect chance to cause mayhem and get the Batman to capture him again. So far, he had played a game with Batman, although Batman didn’t know it. He gave the Batman 48 hours to capture him. If it was over 48 hours, someone died. So far, the Batman had kept his end of the bargain and always got the Joker before the 48 hours were up. But, this time, the Joker had been out for almost two days, and he hadn’t even heard that Batman was looking for him. That wouldn’t do! Batman had to pay attention. This meant that someone at the party would have to die.
Bruce sighed as he walked into the party with Heidi on one side and Madison on his other. The ladies were dressed in red, low cut dresses and had masks tied around their eyes. Bruce looked around and found that there were no less than four Batman’s there. In truth, Bruce hated these parties, but as Alfred said, he had to keep up appearances, and if he appeared to be having fun, maybe he would actually have fun. He grabbed a glass of champagne off of a tray and took in his surroundings. There were the four Batman’s, a Lone Ranger, and assorted kings and queens. Across the room, some fool had decided to dress as Bozo the Clown. Bruce snorted to himself. Now that was one ugly costume. He also saw another Zorro and inwardly groaned. Leave it to someone to take his idea. The ladies were gossiping and Bruce decided to hit the bathroom and rid himself of some of the champagne he had been swilling.
Bruce relieved himself and leaned against the sink to wash his hands when he looked up and saw the guy dressed as Bozo come in as well. Bruce chuckled to himself again, and met the guys’ eyes. In that instant, he knew. The Joker had crashed the party.
“Joker” he murmured, and the other man’s eyes widened under his mask.
“Batman” he said aloud, before turning back out the door.
Bruce followed the ridiculous Bozo costume through the crowd. A quick check revealed that Madison and Heidi were still occupied, and the music had started, which meant that people had started to crowd onto the dance floor. Bruce was surprised that there was modern music playing instead of an orchestra and classic big band. The air seemed to thrum with the heavy rock beat.
The Joker ducked into a room and Bruce followed, closing the door behind him. He could still hear the thrum of the music through the closed door, and as Bruce looked around, he realized that he was in a library.
“So, Batsy, you come to the party as Zorro? I guess you can’t give up being a superhero, even at a party!” the Joker taunted as he removed his Bozo mask and revealed his scarred cheeks.
“You know the drill, Joker. You need to go back to Arkham” Bruce told him.
“Of course I do” the Joker agreed.” Just not right now!” He moved closer to Bruce and suddenly pushed him up against the wall. “ Wanna dance, Batsy?” he writhed against Bruce.
Bruce found his body responding before he even realized that it was. He had fought with the dark side of him, the part that continually wanted to yank down the Joker’s pants and shove him down and fuck him until he begged for mercy. He had always turned off that urge, but now he felt it coming back full force.
The Joker had turned around and was rubbing his ass against Bruce’s groin. Bruce groaned with the contact and the Joker cackled.
“This is the dance we do, Bats” he told him. “ Come on, you know you want to.” His voice dipped into a whisper.”Give in… It’s not rape if I am asking for it.”
Bruce groaned and grabbed the Joker and dragged him towards the desk in one corner of the room. It was a massive, wooden structure and it would be perfect for what Bruce wanted to do. Bruce could still hear the heavy beat thrumming through the walls as he bent the Joker over the desk, quickly frisked him(you can’t be too careful… he was the Joker, and swept everything off the desk before bending his willing captive over it.
“That’s it”. The Joker encouraged as Bruce yanked down the clown pants, exposing the Joker’s pale, round ass.
Belatedly, Bruce realized that they would need lube and flung open the drawer, searching for something… anything that he could use. He found some Vaseline in a tube. It was supposed to be used for lips, but he thought it would do and emptied the tube.
The Joker was wriggling around in anticipation, chanting “I’m going to be fucked by Batman, I’m going to be fucked by Batman” under his breath until Bruce slapped him sharply on the ass and commanded “Stop it!”
Bruce pulled his own pants down, used all the Vaseline in his hand, lined up and pushed in before he realized, belatedly, that he probably should have prepared the Joker, but the Joker didn’t seem to mind. Of course, the insane clown got off on pain, and he was rocking back and forth against Batman.
Batman slapped the Joker again. “Stay still” he commanded as he started to thrust harder. The Joker ignored him, still writhing against him in a frenzy, and Batman found his hand snaking down and grabbing the Joker’s cock as he continued to thrust.
The Joker had to be in pain, but he was panting in a way that made Batman think that he was enjoying himself, too. He was muttering under his breath and meeting Batman thrust for thrust.
The music outside changed again to even more of a driving beat, and Batman increased his thrusts. It became too much for the Joker and he moaned and shuddered, coming in thick white pulses all over Batman’s hand. It was too much for Batman, and he came as well, groaning his pleasure in the Joker’s ear.
For a moment, they both sank onto the desk, panting harshly. Then, Bruce came back to himself and extracted himself from the Joker and stood up, reaching for the box of Kleenex he had tossed on the floor to clean up the mess.
The Joker stayed where he was, still panting.
“You know that you have to go back to Arkham”.
“Of course” The Joker stood up and righted his clothes. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had with you. I’m sure you’ll think of a way to make it happen again.”
The Batman suddenly pushed the Joker up against the wall and kissed him passionately.
“Of course, you belong to me, now!”
Fin
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