The Joker checked and double checked his final preparations for his latest escape from Arkham Asylum. It was the picture of Batman that he saw in the newspaper that did it. He had to engage with Batman again and the big bad Bat sure wasn’t going to come and visit him in Arkham.

That was it, the last bed check of the night. The Joker had bribed the night orderly to look the other way and threatened him, to back it up. He was ready to go. He slipped out of his conveniently unlocked door and down the hallway. Down the stairs and out into the street and just like that, he was free. Arkham Asylum depended on the doors to the patients rooms(or cells) being locked, but not the main doors in and out.

The Joker slipped into the shadows and made his way to a small cellar apartment that he had kept prior to being confined to Arkham Asylum. The irony was that it was less than six blocks away. There were plenty of empty apartments in the Narrows, now, since Bruce Wayne had started various social programs in Gotham-including low cost housing for low income residents.

They were the perfect hiding place for criminals, although Batman patrolled them so often that unless one was inside and pretty much doing nothing, one was guaranteed to get caught.

The Joker huffed back a laugh. Bruce Wayne thought that no one knew that he was the Batman, but the Joker knew. The idiot left clues all over the place, and if one was looking for them, Batman's identity was obvious. It didn’t take a rocket scientist and the Joker was so obsessed with Batman that it was only a matter of time until he figured out who Batman really was.

Once the Joker got to the apartment, he found the clothes and makeup he left there. He had also hidden some money, so he went out and bought a cell phone, as well.

Bruce Wayne woke up to Alfred bringing him a large cup of coffee and the morning paper.

“The Joker escaped from Arkham Asylum last night, Mr. Wayne, “ Alfred commented as he handed Bruce the paper.

“Oh, No, “ Bruce imagined the carnage that the Joker would commit, all in an effort to get his attention. The city of Gotham was just beginning to accept Batman again, and now this.

The thing was, in his unguarded moments, Bruce dreamed of the Joker. At night before he fell asleep, and sometimes when he was being “ Bruce Wayne, playboy ”, he would imagine that he was back in the interrogation room. Only this time there weren’t police officers outside the door and he could do anything that he wished. In his fantasy, Batman would slam the Joker against a wall, and then he would hit his head again and then he would yank down his pants and impale the demented clown with his cock. He would rip the Joker’s shirt off and touch the muscles and skin that he had felt during the real interrogation session. He imagined kissing those scarred lips as his imagined rough sex turned tender and then he felt sick inside, for daring to fantasize about the Joker. On the extremely unlikely-probably-would-never-happen chance that something did happen between him and the Joker, there was absolutely no way it would be anything but pain, blood, and domination, with a clear winner.

Bruce thought about the Joker and tried not to think about the Joker as he went through his day. Commissioner Gordon called and told him the news that he already knew, thanks to the paper. He called Arkham Asylum and they had no idea what had happened. It was as if the Joker had just vanished into thin air. They had questioned the orderly on duty, but he insisted that he had locked the Joker’s door.

Bruce decided to attend the Symphony that night, in his own private box. Then, he would go out as Batman and patrol the city and try to find the Joker. He went off in search of a white tie tuxedo that he could wear to the event.

The Joker looked down at his newly acquired cell phone with satisfaction. Another nice thing about the Narrows was that one could easily acquire a pre-paid cell phone. He would use it to call Bruce Wayne that evening. Next to the cell phone was a small bottle, which the Joker had acquired from Dr. Crane. It was supposed to be a powdered form of ecstasy and the Joker hoped to hell that it would work. It would be so much easier to seduce Bruce Wayne/Batman if he were on a drug that made you want to fuck. At least, that’s what the Joker thought and he really hoped that Crane got it right and the drug was good. He had told Crane that he wanted to blow it at Batman and Crane insisted that it would work.

Bruce Wayne was at the Symphony, enjoying himself. At his side was a supermodel whose name he could not recall at the moment, but it didn’t matter. They were all camouflage, just as being” Bruce Wayne” was camouflage. It hid Bruce from the world and allowed him to be Batman. Rachel had been right, Bruce admitted reluctantly. He needed to be Batman.

Bruce was surprised when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He excused himself to what’s-her-name and went out into the hallway to answer it.

“Bruce Wayne,” he spoke into his cell phone.

‘Hello, Brucey dear. It’s the Joker. Now, don’t hang up. I know that you’re really Batman and I won’t tell anyone if you come to this address right away,” the Joker rattled off the address of the abandoned apartment bldg he was staying at in the Narrows. “ And, be sure about this, I want Batman to show up and no one else!”

“Why should I bother/” asked Bruce.

“Because I have hostages,” the Joker lied.

The Joker hung up and sighed in satisfaction. Now, he just had to make sure that the Batman stayed put until the drugs took hold of his system. Crane said that the drugs were almost instantaneous and within five minutes they would work. The Joker certainly hoped so, or else Batman was going to beat the shit out of him and drag him back to Arkham Asylum, which would be enjoyable too. It would not be nearly as enjoyable as seducing Batman and riding his cock. It was the second option that the Joker really wanted.

The Joker was unprepared for the quickness of Batman’s arrival at the apartment. He came in through the window. The Joker was surprised at his entrance, but quickly emptied the small bottle of drugs into his hand.

“Alright, Joker,” said Batman. “ Where are the hostages?”

“Well, come here and I’ll tell you, Batsy, “ the Joker cooed, closing his fist around the drugs.

Batman came closer and the Joker blew the drugs at Batman, managing to inhale some of the drugs himself, as well.

“Don’t worry, Bats, it’s not fear toxin, “ The Joker told Batman as he staggered against the wall. “ It’s something that is supposed to make you feel good. I got a whiff myself, so I can tell that it’s working, a bit. Do you feel it working?”

“Where are the hostages?” asked Batman.

“There are no hostages, Batman. There were never hostages. There is just you and me and this wonderful drug.” The Joker could feel himself getting hard, so he was pretty sure that the drug was working for Batman, too, especially as Batman had staggered against the wall as If he were trying to get his bearings. It was time to pounce.

“See, I wanted you to come here, Batman. Alone. That was the only way that I could guarantee that you would do it,” The Joker flipped on the radio and music came pounding out.

“I couldn’t help it, “ he purred as he walked towards the big bat. “

I saw your face last night on T.V, I chant your name all night in dream land, I spy your shadow at the bus stop, I kiss your image in the paper.... You obsess me. I told you before that we complete each other. I needed to get you alone.”

Batman still continued to say nothing, even when the Joker pressed up against him.

“ I had to have you, baby, “ the Joker whispered as he stood on tiptoe to kiss Batman.

Bruce was trying to fight the drugs, but he was losing badly. He was being kissed by an eager Joker. He was being told that the Joker wanted him. He tried to fight it but suddenly he grabbed the Joker violently and spun him around so that his back was against the wall and then Batman kissed him fiercely. The Joker moaned and shifted his hips, trying to seek friction with Batman.

Batman broke the kiss and started taking off his armor, piece by piece until Bruce Wayne was revealed underneath. The Joker admired the Billionaire’s well muscled physique for a second before he was pushed up against the wall again.

“Get your clothes off, “ Bruce ordered, still clad in a pair of briefs that he had on under his armor.

“Now!”

The Joker started to obey, but he wasn't fast enough for Bruce, who reached out and ripped open the Joker's shirt.

“You gave me this drug,” he growled in the Joker's ear. “Now, you get the consequences.”

“If the consequences involve you bending me over something or letting me ride you, then it was a very good drug,” the Joker replied, gasping as Batman ripped his clothes off.

Batman didn't say anything else as he undressed the Joker, bent him over the couch and searched the room for lube. The Joker was well prepared, as Batman spotted the lube sitting on a table next to the couch. He grabbed it and began to prepare himself and the Joker.

“Ooh, yes,” the Joker moaned as Batman's finger breached him and began to move in and out. The Joker began to pant in response to his ministrations. “More, Batsy,” he demanded.

Batman added another finger and then another. He could feel the drug coursing through his system and it was telling him that it would feel even better to be inside the Joker. He didn't want to hurt him, though.

“Are you ready?” he asked gruffly.

“Oh, yes, Bats,” the Joker replied. “ Fuck me!”

With that, Batman lined himself up with the Joker and slowly pushed in until he was fully sheathed.

“Move,” the Joker demanded. “ Move, move, move, move,” he chanted, wiggling around in excitement.

“You better stop wiggling, “ Batman told him. “ This will be over faster than you want.”

He slapped the Joker on the ass to make him keep still and then he began to thrust, very slowly and deliberately. He pulled almost all the way out, and then he slowly pushed back in. Batman found that with the drugs, the slow pace felt incredible so he kept it up for a few minutes, ignoring the Joker's demands of 'more' and 'faster' and 'harder'.

Finally, though, he realized that he wanted to see the Joker as he fucked him, especially since he was making some delightful noises below him.

He pulled out and ordered the Joker,” Get on the couch and spread your legs.”

The Joker scrambled to obey. He hopped right over the couch and lay down on it. Batman was surprised to see that the Joker had quite a nice body. He was scarred and lean, but nicely filled out all the same. His nipples were standing out, as it was slightly cold in the room. Batman reached down and pinched them as he repositioned himself. He was rewarded with another of those delicious moans.

Batman reached out and took the Joker's cock in his hand. As he pushed in again, he stroked it, rubbing his thumb over the tip. The Joker howled in delight as Batman began to thrust in and out at a slightly faster pace while stroking him.

“Oh, yes...yes...yes...yes, “ he moaned in time with Batman's thrusts. Abruptly, Batman removed his hand.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “ I want to watch you do it.”

The Joker put his hand on his cock and began to stroke. It was mesmerizing and Batman slowed down his thrusts again.
“That's beautiful,” he murmured gruffly. “ It is so sexy to watch you do that.”

“Fuck me harder,” the Joker demanded. “ Harder and faster.”

Batman complied and the Joker stroked himself faster. Batman felt that he had to taste the Joker's lips again and he leaned down to kiss him. Their tongues entwined with each other and Batman pulled back to gently lick at the Joker's scarred lips.

“This is even better than I imagined,” the Joker moaned. “ I'm so close.”

“Then come for me, “ murmured Batman. “I want to watch that, too.”

The Joker moaned again as his body shook and he spurted all over his hand, his stomach and Batman's chest. The Joker's release triggered Batman's own and he groaned softly as he shot his seed deep within the Joker.

It took a few minutes for both men to get their breath back and then the Joker reached up and began to kiss Batman again.

“I'm not done with you, Batman” he said softly.

“ I am not done with you, either, “ said Batman, kissing him back.

All night they coupled, again and again. Part of it was the drug, which made them want to kiss until their lips were chapped. Part of it was the fact that each of them had desired the other before they had coupled. At dawn, Batman put on his armor and left and the Joker walked back to Arkham. Batman had promised to visit him soon.

Fin