A Conniving Lover(Bruce)

They say that lust is the extreme need. That would certainly explain my need for him. I need him. To the rest of the world, we are bitter enemies, but to the two of us, we are a distorted mirror of each other. I am what he would be if he had a conscience and he is what I would be if I did not have one.

I remember every time we've coupled in the last seven years. The first was five weeks after he blew up Gotham General. I remember the look in his green eyes when I found him after he escaped from Arkham. We both knew what would happen. "We've had this dance from the beginning," he told me. And, as I pushed myself inside him, I knew a peace that I have never ever lost. The fact that we are opposite mirrors is not something that either of us ignore. We both know that this is meant to be and we both know how much we need each other. It is not something that either of us uses to subdue the other. The need is too great and neither of us wanted to jeopardize the fragile peace that we had.

Still, the need never lessened. It was no less so on that day. He was waiting for me, his green eyes sparkling and a twisted smile on his scarred lips. "I need to talk to you," he said.

"Later," I growled. "Get your clothes off."

The twisted smile remained as he complied, removing his vest, shirt and pants. My lips found his long before we'd both gotten our clothes off and we had to remove the last few items when we parted for air.

His socks were still on when I handed him the lube and instructed him to quickly prepare himself.

He did, looking up at me with those wonderful green eyes as he pushed his fingers inside of himself. The look in his eye turned me on even more. "Hurry," I urged. He did, still smiling at me as I slicked my cock up, moved his hand out of the way and slid home. We both gasped as I thrust forward. He was so tight, so hot. I kissed him again and his hand found mine as I continued to thrust and when we parted for air, I heard him chanting my name.

"Bats, Bats, Bats..."

I still hadn't taken off my mask. He always wanted the first time with my mask on. "You're Bats at first, and then you become Bruce," he told me once.

"Soon," I told him now.

He knew what I meant, reaching between us to grasp his forgotten cock. I shifted positions, making it easier for him to fist himself. I moved inside him, finding that special spot and ramming it mercilessly.

His chanting got louder. He moaned, "Bats, Bats, Bats..."

I leaned back so I could watch him play with himself. "Come for me," I instructed and he did, his body arching against mine as he panted for air. I had been gritting my teeth, trying to hold back until he came and now, I took a deep breath as I allowed my orgasm to overtake me. I kissed him again and felt his hand tighten in mine. His other hand dug painful scratches in my back as I panted harshly in his ear, my body shuddering with pleasure.

Afterward, we both lay there panting for a few minutes before I shifted onto my back and settled him on my chest. He reached up and pulled off my mask, his fingers lightly tracing my face. He was silent for a few minutes, but he was almost vibrating with excitement.

"Whatever it is," I growled. "Spit it out, now."

"I have…an idea," he said thoughtfully. "As you know, I'm a man of simple tastes. It doesn't take much to keep me happy. Lately, though, I've noticed my bank account is a bit lower than I'd like it to be. Quite a bit lower, actually. So I have a plan. Now, you know that I usually don't have plans, which shows you just how desperate I am."

He paused for breath and ran his hands through his green-tinted hair. His face was animated and his eyes were sparkling.

"A few years ago, while on a walking tour in, uh, Chechnya…? I acquired a fascinating little chemical weapon. Now, there are several groups in the Middle East that would be very interested in such a thing. And, since you're going to Tel Aviv in a few days..." His voice trailed off.

"You can't be serious." I sat up and looked at him.

"Brucey, I'm not finished. Allow me to finish." He wiggled his finger at me in admonishment. "So I go…and you follow me…and you catch them!" He smirked. "I sup-pose you're now going to tell me I'm out of my mind."

"You are out of your mind," I muttered. My body, however, was distracted by the thought of meeting him in various hotel rooms…

"Oh, admit it," he said. "You like this idea!" He pounced on me. "You catch 'em with the weapon, and you come out the hero. Plus it has the added benefit of giving us some together time, and you know we could use it. "

He was right about that. Our relationship went in cycles. Right now we were in a lust cycle so relentless it was all we could do to keep up. A few weeks away would be ideal. My body had been steadily getting ready for him again and now I shifted against him to show him how hard I was. His cock moved against me, equally as hard.

"Suck me," I commanded and he complied, smirking as he slid down my body before taking me in his wonderful, scarred mouth. He knew that he had me. Wayne Enterprises was doing some deals with the Israeli army. Lucius was already in Tel Aviv, overseeing, and I was set to join him in a week.

The only problem would be with Jason, but I didn't want to think about my ward. Not now, with the Joker doing such delightful things to me with his tongue.

"Come here." I moved him so that we were in a 69 position and took him into my mouth. He groaned around me and we were off again. For the next few minutes, nothing else mattered but giving my lover pleasure and receiving it from him.

When we finished the second round and he was again situated on my chest, I said, "If you think I'm letting you take a chemical weapon to the Middle East, then you are indeed crazy."

He chose to ignore this comment. "We'll work out the details later. I can go forward?"

I knew that he was going forward whether I gave my approval or not, so I nodded.

"Something's bothering you, Brucey," he said, ever attuned to my energy. "Wanna share?"

"It's the kid," I said reluctantly. I really didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm sure the little snot would simply love to see you, right now!" the Joker sneered, and laughed darkly. To this day I don't know if he was just making a statement or if he really knew that Jason had been hiding in the closet the whole night…spying on us…witness to every intimate moment we shared.

The Joker started to get dressed, but I stopped him. "I'm not done with you," I growled. He dropped his clothes as I grabbed him by the back of the neck and kissed him, hard.

"In the chair," he moaned. "I wanna ride you!"

"Yes, yes," I panted as I settled in the chair. I lubed my cock and he climbed on top. My hand found his and I twined our fingers. I held on to his hip with my other hand as he undulated in my lap; I knew I was gripping him tight enough to leave bruises, so I shifted and grabbed his cock. I rubbed my thumb over the slit as he continued to bounce on my shaft. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, my tongue tracing those beautiful scarred lips. I moved my hand faster as he broke the kiss. He gasped and moaned as I bit one of his nipples. His body tightened around mine and he moaned again as I felt him start to come.

I groaned as I unclenched my teeth. I had been holding back for him again. I brought his head down for a kiss as I spurted deep inside of him. He settled over me and panted in my ear as my body shuddered in pleasure. I wrapped my arms around him and held him until our breathing quieted.

"I have no doubt that you actually have a chemical weapon, or two hidden away somewhere," I said softly. "But that's not why you want to join me in the Middle East. Spill it, what's really going on?"

"Ya got me," he admitted with a heavy sigh. "All right, so here's the thing – I need to find a few…individuals. Got a score to settle." I saw him touch his scarred face. "Once I'm done with them, I'll give them to you and you deliver them to the U.S state department. Because really," he rolled his shoulders in a shrug, "what's it to me?" His fingers found mine and as he interlocked them, he smiled. "But it'll make you look wonderful. It'll give the Bat-man the boost he needs."

I sighed. I knew there was still something he was holding back from me, but I really needed to go to Tel Aviv. And I could keep an eye on him better if he was there with me.

"We'll leave in three days," I said at last. "I trust you can manage to sneak aboard Bruce Wayne's private jet. Don't kill anyone." This time, I shifted. It was time to go.

"Can you meet tomorrow?" He asked this quietly, his gaze trained on the floor.

"Yes."

"But not here," he said quickly. "In the apartment." Again, I can't help but wonder if he knew Todd had been watching us.

He went into the bathroom and came back with two wet towels, handing one to me. I cleaned myself up and put on my armor before kissing him one more time. He left out the door as I went out the window.

I was so tired when I got back to Wayne Manor that I practically fell asleep in the car. I managed to drag myself to bed, though. I vowed to tackle the Jason Todd problem the next morning.