For three weeks after the costume party where he’d fucked the Joker over a desk and then kissed him, Bruce Wayne couldn’t get it out of his mind. He told himself he didn’t care, but using a Foundation hidden behind a Trust, he’d donated a lot of money to Arkham Asylum and made sure that the Joker had a warm bed, blankets and even art supplies (but no pencils or sharp objects). He’d sent the head of the trust, a mousy little guy named Donald Jorgen to make sure that the money was being used the way he wanted it to, and he used Lucius Fox to check up on Jorgen.  

 

But, he couldn’t even get it out of his mind. It wasn’t even the sex, so much, as it was the kiss afterward. The Joker had been docile and Gordon had come and gotten him, and along with a couple of officers, escorted the Joker back to Arkham Asylum. The sex had been fantastic, but the kiss had somehow made the Joker human.

 

Bruce got on the private elevator to his penthouse suite humming. He would be glad when Wayne Manor was rebuilt, but at the rate it was going, it would be at least another year before the mansion was finished. Bruce rather liked living in the penthouse and looking down on the city he was so proud of. He never even noticed that there was someone waiting in the elevator.

 

“Hey, Brucey” the Joker whispered, the blade of his knife at Bruce’s neck. “Did you miss me?”

 

“Joker?” Bruce squeaked out, not sure whether to be scared, happy or turned on. “What are you doing here?”

 

“Well, I felt it only proper to come and thank you in person” The Joker told him, lifting the knife from his neck and coming around to face him. “Now, I have a nice comfortable bed, a room they allowed me to paint myself, and even art therapy classes. I know that’s because of you.”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joker” Bruce lied.

 

“Oh, come on, Brucey. No lying. Not between us. You’re the only one that could have implemented those changes to Arkham. Anyway, that’s not why I’m here.” The Joker stated.

 

“Why are you here, Joker?” Bruce asked his throat dry.

“This…” The Joker pressed his body against Bruce and kissed him hard on the lips. Bruce returned the kiss before he thought about what he was doing. The kiss turned into a duel for their tongues and when they broke the kiss to gasp for some much needed air, the Joker said.” Fuck! I’ve wanted to do that for three weeks. I would have been here sooner, but I had to plot my escape.”

 

“What?” Bruce was still buzzed from the kiss.

 

“Oh, come on, Brucey. I knew you were Batman since … well, the party you threw for Harvey Dent. “

 

“You did?” Bruce is dumbfounded, and a little angry.

 

“Of course. The party is in full swing, but the host is nowhere to be found? And you weren’t off fucking some heiress, model or starlet, either. Believe me, I checked.”

 

 Bruce felt anger at the way the Joker casually mentioned invading his home. He shoved the Joker against the side of the elevator and went to yank down his pants.

 

“Oh, yes.” The Joker sighed.

 

“Oh, no.” Bruce groaned.

 

“What now?” asked the Joker.

 

“No Lube” Bruce’s head was still pounding with anger at the Joker. He slid his card key into the appropriate slot and the elevator took off for the penthouse. Bruce prayed that Alfred wouldn’t be around or would be taking a nap or something, but when the door slid open, Bruce grabbed the Joker and took off like a shot for his bedroom, barely answering Alfred’s call from the kitchen.

 

“I have a terrible headache and need to take a nap, Alfred” he called, pulling the Joker through his apartment before shoving him through his bedroom door

. He took both knives out of the Joker’s pocket and stuck them in the hallway wall before slamming the door and shoving the Joker on the bed.

 

“Ooh, “the Joker cooed.” Hate sex. That’s the best. You know what’s so good about hate sex? It’s still sex.”

 

“Shut up!” Bruce slapped the Joker across the face, hard, and then yanked down the Joker’s pants. He grabbed the lube that was in the drawer beside his bed and squirted some into his hand before roughly preparing the Joker. He lubed up his cock and roughly shoved in. The Joker howled, and Batman started fucking him hard. Batman heard the Joker panting “Yes, Yes,” to his thrusts and figured out what the Joker had done. He wanted Batman to hit him. He got off on it.

 

Now, Bruce was upset that he had allowed the Joker to make him that angry, but he shoved his head down towards the pillow and slapped him again, this time on the ass.

 

“Oh, fuck… Bruce,” the Joker moaned. “Don’t stop. I mean it, don’t fucking stop”.

 

“Am I hurting you?” Bruce growled.

 

“Oh, yes… and I love it. Harder, fuck me harder!” The Joker demanded. Bruce complied, and then reached around to take the Joker’s length into his hand, jerking him off in time with his thrusts.

 

“Ah!” The Joker moaned even louder.

 

“Will you shut up?” Bruce gasped as he continued to thrust.

 

“What’s the matter, Brucey?” The Joker panted beneath him.” Don’t want anyone to know how…sane…you’re driving me?”

 

Despite himself, Bruce chuckled. He continued his efforts until he felt the Joker stiffen under him, and suddenly his hand was wet with the Joker’s release. Then, Bruce let himself go and joined the Joker in orgasm.

 

They both lay there panting in silence for a while before Bruce rolled off the Joker and the Joker rolled over on his back.

“Don’t ever remind me what you did to my friends.” Bruce told him quietly. “Ever again.”

 

“Ok” The Joker answered just as quietly.

 

“Don’t get me riled up so that I’ll get angry and hit you.” Bruce continued.” I don’t like it. If you need… to be hurt… then tell me. But don’t manipulate me. No lies between us, like you said. “

 

“If I tell you, you’d do it?” The Joker asked.

 

“If that’s what you wanted, then yes” answered Bruce. “Now, take off your clothes. I’m not done with you.”

 

The Joker wiggled out of his pants, which were around his ankles and unbuttoned his shirt. Bruce gasped when he saw the Joker’s chest for the first time. There were several scars across his chest.

The Joker saw him looking and said.”Hey, you wanna know how I got these scars?”

Bruce could see that if he said yes, the Joker would tell him the truth.  He waited a long time before answering.

“When you are ready to tell me, I’ll be ready to listen” he told the Joker.

“Fair enough” answered the Joker.

 

Fin.