Pepper's Journal

What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force(1/10)

2009-01-03T03:28:19Z

Title: What happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force(1/10)

Author:pepper202

Beta: Mayphoenix

Character/Pairing/Group: Batman/Joker

Word Count:1895

Rating: NC-17

Summary: This is loosely based on A Death in the Family.

Disclaimer: The Joker and Batman belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Warning: In my interpretation, the character of Robin doesn't exist. Dick Grayson and Jason Todd were Bruce Wayne's wards, period. They do both know that he's Batman.

This could also be considered fluffy.

A/N: This is for the 10themes prompt table 2, prompt 2: Lust

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.

pepper202 @ 2008-12-17T18:15:00

2008-12-17T23:16:43Z

Title: A New Beginning

Author:pepper202

Word Count:1222

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Bruce/Joker

Beta:mayphoenix

Disclaimer: The Joker and Batman belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Summary: The Joker finally gets to find out who Batman really is.

Warning: This is REALLY fluffy. You've been warned.

A/N: This is the long awaited response to This Picture made for me by

</a></a>dirty_darella</lj>

The Joker sat on the bed, wrapped in a bright purple towel. He had been moved here, to this private house with his own psychiatrist and three on-duty nurses. To be sure, he was still watched like a hawk, and the windows had bars on them, and there were no sharp objects anywhere. But, the Joker didn't care. He had no desire to cut or blow things up. He had what he wanted – that being Batman's undivided attention. And in a few moments, he would know who Batman really was.

The Joker's mind swept back. Batman had started coming into his cell at night and would sit in the corner, keeping watch over him. The cell was pitch black and most of the time he could only tell Batman was there by his breathing.

Once he figured out he had a voyeur, the Joker decided to have some fun with him. He began to jerk off, knowing Batman was listening to all of his sighs and groans. One night, as he tossed off, he said offhandedly into the darkness, "You know, you could always come and join me, Batsy."

He was in no way prepared for what happened. He did not expect the Batman to land on the bed behind him, wrap his arms around him and proceed to devour his ruined mouth.

"Keep going," Batman murmured, when they came up for air a few minutes later. "Don't stop on my account." One gloved hand pinched the Joker's nipple while warm lips pressed kisses along his neck.

The Joker got so caught up in Batman's unexpected kisses and caresses that he forgot that he was tossing off. "Keep going," Batman urged again. So the Joker did, and while he did, Batman continued to kiss and touch him. Finally, he came with a muffled shout and Batman held him until his body stopped shaking.

"Beautiful." Batman gave him one more kiss and was gone.

Night after night after night. The Batman couldn't visit the Joker every night, of course, but usually he told him if he wouldn't be there. Each night they spent together, they went a bit further, exploring each other's bodies in the dark. It took weeks for Batman to touch him below the belt. It took even longer for him to take off his armor. "Beautiful," Batman would murmur, tracing his scars. "One day you'll tell me who hurt you so badly."

He learned that Batman had a muscular body, with a myriad of scars of his own. The Joker supposed that he had probably inflicted a couple.

The first time Batman pushed him onto his stomach, Joker thought he would die because they would finally have sex, but they didn't. Instead, Batman kissed his way down his back and rimmed him, which shocked the hell out of the Joker, but also coaxed an orgasm out of him.

The Joker lost track of how long this went on. Some nights he would be medicated, and would wake up to Batman stroking his hair. It was more weeks of exploring before they finally had sex for the first time. When they did make love – it really couldn't be called 'fucking' – Batman made the Joker come two or three times before he collapsed in his arms.

It wasn't long before they both grew frustrated with the limitations placed on their meetings within Arkham Asylum. One day, the doctor called the Joker into his office and explained that he was going to be moved. "A private citizen has taken an interest in your care," he said pompously.

This sent the Joker into a panic. Did Batman know? How would they be able to get together now? His agitation caused the doctors to medicate him heavily, but he was still awake when Batman snuck in that night.

"They're moving me," he whispered frantically in the dark.

Batman surprised him by chuckling. "I'm having you moved. I'm tired of sneaking in and out of here. I want to wake up in the morning with you. You're being relocated to a small cottage. You'll have your own doctor and nurses on duty. I think you'll like it."

"I'll finally get to see your face?" The Joker yawned from all the medication.

"Yes."

It seemed to the Joker that Batman sounded a bit nervous about this, but he was so sleepy from the drugs and so relieved that he couldn't be bothered too much.

"Go to sleep," Batman told him softly.

So, he was moved, but the Batman didn't come and visit the first few days. He sent notes, which kept the Joker from killing the doctor and nurses. Finally, he sent a note that stated he would be there that evening. The Joker took a shower and waited on his bed in anticipation.

Finally, a very handsome man came in, also wrapped in a towel. He looked vaguely familiar to the Joker. "You're Batman?" the Joker asked. The man nodded and then kissed him. It was him, all right, but… "Who are you?"

"Bruce," the other man answered, kissing his neck and reaching under his towel. Now the Joker got it. Bruce Wayne, Gotham's resident billionaire. He shook his head. "Bruce Wayne is Batman," the Joker murmured. "Why doesn't that surprise me? Can't believe I never figured it out…"

"Enough talk," Bruce said impatiently, sliding his arms around the Joker. "We'll have plenty of time for that," he added in a gentler voice, kissing the Joker's neck, "later."

The Joker was reminded that it had been several days since he and Batman had been intimate. He kept forcing his eyes open so that he could look at the billionaire.

"What?" asked Bruce, the third time he caught the Joker staring at him.

"You're so handsome," the Joker said. "I like looking at you." He didn't say so, but he knew that there was no way that Bruce would call him 'beautiful' again. That had just been for the darkened cell, when Bruce couldn't see his face. "Turn down the lights," he begged, wanting to hide his ruined face.

"No," Bruce said. "I like looking at you, too." His fingers traced the Joker's scars gently. His gaze rested on the other man for a moment and what he saw there, scared the Joker. He realized Batman really cared about him, and that information frightened him.

"Are you all right?" Bruce noticed that something was off and stopped touching the Joker. He pulled back and looked at him.

"Why did you do this?" the Joker whispered.

"Arkham wasn't helping you to get better. I'm hoping this does. Your doctor is very competent. Your nurses are professional." Bruce paused, eyeing the criminal. "Are you going to try and escape?"

"No," the Joker said at last. "Y'know…all I ever wanted was your attention." He giggled. "Looks like I don't have to work to get it anymore!"

"You never did," Bruce said softly, and kissed the Joker again.

pepper202 @ 2008-11-17T14:00:00

2008-11-17T19:00:32Z

Step One
Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered...whatever you're comfortable with) to your LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related ("I'd love a Snape/Hermione icon that's just for me") to medium ("I wish for _____ on DVD") to really big ("All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.") The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.

If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it's your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you.

Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your LJ, or link to this post (it'll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.

Step Two
Surf around your friendslist (or friendsfriends, or just random journals, or holiday_wishes) to see who has posted their list. And now here's the important part:

If you see a wish you can grant, and it's in your heart to do so, make someone's wish come true. Sometimes someone's trash is another's treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don't want or a gift certificate you won't use--or even know where you could get someone's dream purebred Basset Hound for free--do it.

You needn't spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn't to put people out, it's to provide everyone a chance to be someone else's holiday elf--to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not--it's your call.

There are no rules with this project, no guarantees, and no strings attached. Just...wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you'll have the joy of knowing you made someone's

Type your cut contents h
1) Artwork for my fics- I would welcome anyone that could do artwork based on my stories.

2) Fics- I would love fics in either the Batman/Joker, Harry/Draco, Harry/Snape or Harry/Draco/Snape fandoms.I also have a couple of friends that write Brian/Justin. That would be fine, too.

3) Anything that you made yourself.
Due to finances, many of my lj friends are getting homemade gifts. I would love the same in return.Whatever your talent- I would welcome a gift from you.

4) Refridgerator magnets- with Amiel, I always have things to pin on the fridge. I never have enough magnets, or they break. I would love unusual magnets. I have a lovely snarry one that I got as a gift last year.

5) Paid LJ time. I really like having a paid LJ. 2 months is only 5.00(I already have a permenant Insanejournal account)

6) Lipbalm- I love flavored lip balm and now so does Amiel. I can ALWAYS use lipbalm

7) Stuff for the bath. I spend most evenings sitting in the tub reading. I would love bath salts, bubble bath, bath oil(I have very dry skin).

8)Any of the following books:
The Lord Next Door by Gayle Callen
Gone to Soldiers(Hardcover) by Marge Piercy
Shadow of the Raven by Catherine Rieger
Return to Shadow Creek by Helen B. Hicks
Castle of the Wolf- by Sandra Schwab
New Dawn on Rocky Ridge- by Roger MacBride
Incidents in the life of a slave girl by Harriet Jacobs
The Journal of Joshua Loper, a black cowboy(My name is America)- by Walter Dean Myers
All of the above books can be purchased on Amazon.com used for under.25 cents (plus 3.99 S and H)

9) Tea- I love tea. I particularly love Stash and Celestial Seasons holiday teas But, I also love Stash teas of India, or any spice or mint tea. I am not fond of fruit teas. Everything that was sent last year has been drunk long ago. No earl gray, please.

10) Again- it is not necessary, but if you want to send anything for Amiel. He loves coloring books.

I purposefully put inexpensive things on this list, because it is truly the thought that counts. If you want to fufill a wish and don't have my email- leave a comment and I will get you my email address.

pepper202 @ 2008-11-08T10:01:00

2008-11-08T15:03:57Z

If your name isn't dementordeltaor rubytuesday5681 and you want a Christmas Card, please feel free to leave your address in a comment here. All comments are screened.

pepper202 @ 2008-10-12T15:24:00

2008-10-12T19:25:32Z

The first egg I had hatched, but the hatchling died. Maybe posting to a community would help.

pepper202 @ 2008-10-11T23:37:00

2008-10-12T03:38:41Z

OK- the first dragon egg I adopted died. Let's try this again: Perhaps posting it to a community will help.

Christmas Cards

2008-10-09T16:47:32Z

I love giving and sending Christmas Cards. It seems a little early, but I've seen others do it.
IF you want a Christmas Card from me, please leave your address in your comment.
All comments are screened.
Even if you think I have your address, leave it anyway

pepper202 @ 2008-10-01T12:21:00

2008-10-01T16:25:49Z

Title: Ecstasy
Author</a></a>pepper202
Disclaimer: The Batman and the Joker belong to a lot of people but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2443
Warnings: Drug Use
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Written for </a></a>vous_et_moi
Prompt Used: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....
Summary: The Joker has hit on a sure fire way to seduce Batman
Notes: This was beta'd by the lovely </a></a>void_of_sound

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

pepper202 @ 2008-09-26T15:23:00

2008-09-26T20:09:18Z

Title: Happy Routines

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word count: 2426

Warning: Nurse! Joker, plus possibly some sappiness.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: Miss One?

Questions

An Important Conversation

Glasgow Smiles

Joining the mile high club

Dr. Phillip Weintz

Bruce woke up and as he did every morning before he did anything else, he hit the floor and proceeded to start his 400 pushups. The Joker groaned and huffed through the first 25, but then joined Bruce on the floor and proceeded to do about 200 before giving up and lying back on the bed and watching Bruce continue with his exercises.

When Bruce switched to his sit-ups, the Joker joined in again, but before Bruce finished, he was lying on the bed watching him do his sit ups and admiring how handsome he looked in nothing but his shorts. Before long, the Joker’s hand found its way into his shorts and he was stroking himself.

“What are you doing over there, “asked Bruce. “ Are you playing with yourself?”

“Oh, yes,” the Joker’s answer came out much breathier than he anticipated.” You look so sexy.”

“I still have 100 to go,” Bruce was breathing hard as he continued to exercise, but he was also finding it harder to concentrate because he was watching the Joker.

“Well, keep going then, “said the Joker. “ I’ll just keep doing this.”

“Take your shorts off, “said Bruce.” I want to watch.”

“Oh no,” said the Joker. “That will distract you far too much. “ Bruce groaned at being denied but continued to try and concentrate on his exercises until he was done. The second he finished, he jumped to his feet and walked over to where the Joker was sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand in his shorts.
“Now, “he ordered. “ Take your shorts off.”

The Joker complied, and then took Bruce’s shorts off too and took his cock in his mouth.

“Oh,” Bruce groaned at the contact and then groaned again when he saw those scarred lips wrapped around his cock.

The Joker was fondling Bruce’s balls as he continued to suck and Bruce gave in to his desire and started to gently fuck the Joker’s mouth. This was what the Joker wanted and he groaned. Bruce could see him touching himself while he was giving Bruce a blowjob.

“Oh yes,” Bruce moaned. “So close.”

The Joker grabbed Bruce’s ass and pulled him in even deeper and that was it. Bruce exploded and the Joker swallowed him down as he did it. The Joker kept him in his mouth throughout his orgasm but when he finally let him go, Bruce looked down and watched the Joker finish himself off as he came all over his stomach.

“That was incredibly hot, “said Bruce when the Joker’s body finished shaking. He reached down, pulled the Joker to his feet and then lifted him over his shoulder and carried him to the shower. Bruce figured out that the Joker loved it when he showed off his strength.

When they got to the shower, Bruce turned on the water and began to shampoo the Joker’s hair, which needed to be dyed again. Bruce hoped that he didn’t dye it again, but he knew that he probably would.

“Dr. Weintz is coming today, right?” he asked the Joker.

The Joker made a face.” Yes,” he said. The Joker hated Dr. Weintz. He had told Bruce how much the doctor harped on his relationship with him. How much he blamed their relationship for the Joker’s problems. How he pretty much blew off the Joker’s shoddy memory and his stories of war in favor of asking him,” Did you fuck men in the military?”

Bruce had Donald Jorgen looking for a new psychologist, but it took time. Bruce also yelled at Jorgen daily about Dr. Weintz, so Jorgen was being very careful and checking out doctors’ credentials a bit better this time.

Donald Jorgen had also found many patients who filed malpractice suits against Dr. Weintz, so he was transmitting a great deal of that information to Bruce as well.

Then, there was the matter of medication. Bruce filled the prescriptions that Weintz had given the Joker and gave him the medicines and he slept for the first two days, all day.

When the Joker complained that they didn’t give him that much medicine in Arkham, Bruce contacted a medical doctor from a nearby clinic, who advised cutting the dosage in half. This worked much better, as some of the Joker’s edginess was blunted, but he was still able to function well. Despite Weintz being a horrible doctor, the Joker was remembering more and more of his past. It was in bits and pieces, but he was remembering. Bruce encouraged him to write down what came to him, and bought him a beautiful, expensive leather bound journal to write it in, as well as a lovely pen set.

The Joker also expressed an interest in drawing, so Bruce bought him some soft pastels and some paper and he spent most afternoons trying to draw what was in his head. Some of the pictures were terrifying, but Bruce accepted them as he did everything else about the Joker and he continued to draw.

Bruce finished washing the Joker’s hair and body and pulled him close, kissing him.

“What do you want to do tonight? Where do you want to eat?”

“Zelda’s,” The Joker stated. He loved going to Zelda’s and Bruce didn’t complain because he usually got to fuck the Joker in his nurse’s dress afterward, so they were both happy.

“Ok, “Bruce started washing himself, but he was distracted by the Joker who was rubbing up against him.

“We can’t have sex. Dr. Weintz will be here in twenty minutes,” Bruce told him.

“Spoilsport, “said the Joker. He subsided because he knew that they would have sex after the good doctor’s visit. He usually agitated the Joker so much that he had to both take a pill and have sex to calm down.

‘I’m going to sit in the room with you, today,” said Bruce as they were drying off after the shower.

“Good,” said the Joker, going out into the living area. They had a standing order for breakfast from one of the local restaurants and it was sitting outside the door. Bruce had emailed their order in the night before.

“Breakfast yum!” exclaimed the Joker, digging into the bag and coming out with his own French toast, strawberries and chocolate milk. Bruce had a more sedate breakfast with granola and yogurt and fruit.

They spread their feast on the table and began to eat. They were almost finished when there was a knock on the door. Bruce got up to answer it.

“Dr. Weintz,” he said politely.

“Mr. Wayne,” said the doctor coldly. “I trust you are well.”

“Of course,” said Bruce, leading him into the living area where the Joker was cleaning up the paper and clutter from their meal.

“Hello, Joe,” the doctor greeted the Joker disdainfully. “How are you feeling today?”

“I feel well, doctor. I am having more memories about the past,” he told him.

“Well, well,” said Dr. Weintz. “We’ll talk about that.”

The Joker grabbed the last strawberry from the bowl and reached over to feed it to Bruce. He loathed Weintz's self satisfied attitude and his homophobia. He loathed the way the man would roll his eyes when he thought that no one was looking.

“Don't you have something to do, Mr. Wayne?” asked Dr. Weintz pointedly, frowning as Bruce licked the Joker's fingers.

“Joe doesn't think that you're doing him much good. He feels that you are concentrating on our relationship, and specifically, homosexuality rather than the post traumatic stress syndrome that he is actually experiencing,” said Bruce. “Therefore, he has asked me to sit in on this session with him.”

“A man's sexual preferences can often lead to mental anguish,” said Dr. Weintz pompously. “I am only exploring that with Joe because I think that his decision to be with you has led to him having worse problems and not the other way around.”

“And how did you arrive at that diagnosis?” asked Bruce.

“Don’t forget that three sessions ago-six days-he had bruises on his face from a beating that you gave him,” said Dr. Weintz.

“Did he tell you why?” asked Bruce.

“He claimed that he asked you to do it, but I think that you have threatened him with a worse beating and that's why he said it.

“That's a lie, “the Joker broke in angrily. “ I explained to you why I needed Bruce to hit me and why I was so happy to finally find Bruce. I know that he would never truly hurt me. I explained this to you thoroughly. You have chosen to ignore me. Again.”

“Now Joe, you are becoming unnecessarily upset. I can tell that Bruce being here is making you upset. You need to leave,” he told Bruce angrily.

That was enough for the Joker. He got up and ran out of the room. Bruce and Dr. Weintz gazed at each other angrily.

“Now, do you see what you've done, Mr. Wayne. I must protest. You are making him worse.”

Bruce closed his eyes and counted to ten. Then he counted to twenty. By thirty he was calm enough to speak.

“Doctor, in spite of the fact that you are arrogant, homophobic and have lost touch with everything that you accomplished in your youth, he has been improving under your care. Now, I see that perhaps other factors have led to him getting better. Your services are no longer needed. You may send me your bill, but don't ever come back here.”

“Gladly,” The doctor stood up and stalked out of the apartment and Bruce went to find the Joker.

The Joker was in the bedroom and he was holding a paratrooper knife. Bruce had no idea where he had gotten it, because the Joker had brought no weapons with him from Gotham and he had only gone out by himself a couple of times for art supplies.

“What are you doing?” Bruce asked, trying to sound calm.

“I want to cut his tongue out and show it to him,” said the Joker. “I want to maim him so he’ll stop looking at me like that.”

“Well, I can understand that, but I have just fired him and you never have to see him again. Give me the knife.”

The Joker held onto the knife for 10 more minutes before he finally passed it to Bruce.

Bruce heaved a visible sigh of relief and took it into the other room and put it into his jacket. Then, he came back into the room with the Joker.

“Bruce, “the Joker whispered. “ I need you to hurt me.”

“No,” said Bruce. “I am not going to do that. I am not going to hurt you when you feel you need to be punished, only when it hurts too much and you have to have it. You had every right to feel what you did. And, since the doctor is unharmed, you don’t need to be punished. I am sorry that I made you continue therapy with him, after you told me what he was doing. “

Bruce pulled the Joker into his arms. “I am so proud of you, “he whispered. “ You have worked so hard to get better, despite that awful doctor. We’ll get you a new doctor.”

“If we get a new doctor, will we have to move?” asked the Joker in a small voice.

“I like it here. I like the routines we have,” said the Joker. “Perhaps, if that guy was an example of a fantastic therapist, maybe we should get one out of the yellow pages this time.”

“You might be right, “said Bruce, deciding to call Jorgen and have him run all of the therapists in Toronto. “I will try very hard so we can stay here. Now, come on for a bike ride.”

The two of them went out on the motorcycle and Bruce tossed the knife away in a distant dumpster. That night, they went to Zelda’s again. Bruce limited the Joker to three drinks and they had a wonderful time. When they got home, the Joker rushed into the bedroom to change and Bruce stretched out on the couch.

The Joker came out fifteen minutes later, in full Joker makeup and his nurse uniform. Bruce inhaled, because he absolutely loved the Joker in that dress. It turned him on just thinking about the Joker in that dress. He had never thought that a man in clown makeup and a dress could be so hot.

“Get over here,” growled Bruce. The Joker complied and Bruce could see the front of the dress sticking out where the Joker’s erection was.

“Right here, “He told the Joker, positioning him in front of him and lifting his dress so that he could take the Joker’s cock into his mouth.

“I love you in this dress,” Bruce moaned around his cock.

“I noticed,” laughed the Joker before gasping as Bruce pulled him onto the couch and pushed him on his back. The Joker unzipped the front of the dress so that he could touch the Joker’s chest.

Bruce rapidly prepared the Joker and slid inside him before leaning down to kiss him some more.

“I’m really happy here, too,” he whispered as he thrust. “I think that this is my favorite of all our routines. Going to Zelda’s and then you wear the dress.”

“
Good,” the Joker gasped as Bruce fucked him. “Then …oh shit, harder…why change it?”

“We won’t,” said Bruce, groaning as the Joker began to come and his ass tightened around Bruce. Both men rode out their orgasm’s before Bruce spoke again. “We’ll stay here and be happy.”

Fin

pepper202 @ 2008-09-24T18:10:00

2008-09-24T22:10:50Z

Title: Glasgow Smiles

Author: Pepper202

Rating: R

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word count: 2039

Warning: Violence

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: Sorry guys. There’s no sex in this chapter. I actually had to advance the plot a bit.

A/N2: Miss One?

An Important Conversation

(

Someone tries to wrest control of Gotham's underworld from the Joker )

pepper202 @ 2008-09-21T21:07:00

2008-09-22T01:18:28Z

Title: Dr. Phillip Weintz

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word count: 2121

Warning: This gets a bit fluffy in places.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: A special thank you to outcastspice for all the info on Toronto.

A/N2: Miss One?

An Important Conversation

Glasgow Smiles

Joining the mile high club

Dr. Phillip Weintz made his way towards the exclusive Chocolate Factory lofts in Toronto. He had been contacted by an associate of Bruce Wayne's about taking a new patient. After Bruce Wayne's associate had visited him in person and made his sign a small mountain of paperwork and legal documents, He had been told that the patient was here in Toronto. He had expected some travel with the job, but the exorbitant fee that he was getting more than made up for the lack of it. All he had been told about his patient was that he was male, in his early thirties, a war veteran and that he suffered from mental illness and memory loss. All in all, a most promising patient.

It had been an interesting two weeks for Bruce and the Joker. They had moved into a fashionable loft after staying two days in the hotel. Bruce worked hard to make it livable and tolerable for the both of them. In the end, he realized that a loft probably wasn't the most ideal arrangement for the two of them because of the wide open spaces. Both men had been very private and it took some getting used to for the two of them to cohabit.

The bedroom for example, had one side done in brown and black and one side done in purple and green. The Joker had taken one look at the finished product and wryly remarked,” This room, Harvey Two-Face would like.”

Still, it had been fun as well. Bruce purchased a motorcycle and the two of them spent hours riding around Toronto, the Joker hanging on tightly to Bruce's waist. They visited a drag show at a bar called Zelda's where the Joker got very drunk on Sangria and Bruce had to carry him home. Once home, he had donned the white nurses dress that Bruce had remembered to pack and put on full Joker makeup, then proceeded to dance around the loft before climbing into Bruce's lap and shagging him for a full hour before he was satisfied. They had fallen asleep on the couch and they both woke up with cricks in their neck's and Bruce ran down to the drugstore to fetch something for the Joker's hangover.

Currently, they were preparing for the first visit of the doctor that Donald Jorgen had found for the Joker. The Joker was nervous. Bruce was trying to distract him, but they couldn't have full blown sex when the doctor was expected any moment. Bruce knew that part of the reason that the Joker was nervous was that he wasn't in full Joker makeup and he was self conscious about his scars.

“You look better without your makeup,” Bruce told him. “ Plus, you can't very well be seen by the doctor in makeup”.

The Joker was wearing a pair of Jeans, t-shirt and a gray 'hoody' sweatshirt. He had the hood pulled up and he was nervously pacing around the 'living room' area of the loft.

“I am not happy, Brucey, not happy at all. I am beginning to think that this is a very bad idea.”

“Why?” challenged Bruce. “ Because you might actually start to get better? That can only be a good thing, both for you and the rest of the world.”

The Joker was saved from responding by the doorbell ringing. Bruce went over to open it and found a dapper looking man in his early fifties.

“ I am Doctor Phillip Weintz,” he told Bruce.

“ Oh, I am pleased to meet you,” said Bruce. “ I am Bruce Wayne and this is my friend, Joe.”

“I am pleased to meet you both, “ said Dr. Weintz.

“Joe is your patient, “ Bruce continued.

“Well, good. I need to do a history before we actually get started,” said Weintz. “ You may stay for that, Bruce. It may be you can help.”

“Good,” said Bruce, sitting down on the couch beside the Joker and put his arm around him. The Joker leaned into his touch and put his head on Bruce's shoulder.

“Joe,” said Weintz. “ What is your last name?”

“I don't know it, “ said the Joker. “ Joe is just a alias. A name that Bruce gave me.”

“How old are you?”

“Don't know”

“Where were you born?”

“No idea.”

“Are your parents still alive?”

“No idea.”

Weintz sighed, “Well, how about more recent history. How long have you known Bruce?”

The Joker looked blank at the question, but Bruce spoke up,” We have known each other for about eight months. But, we have only been together for five, no four and a half months.”

“Together?” Weintz looked confused.

“We are lovers,” the Joker said this proudly.

“Oh, I see,” said Weintz.

The questions were too much for the Joker, who got up and began to pace around the 'living room'.

“So, what's the diagnosis? Am I completely insane or only slightly bent? “ asked the Joker.” Do you think that you can help me, doctor?”

“How about if you tell me what you do remember?” asked Doctor Weintz.

“Not much, “ said the Joker, still pacing. “ I remember being in hospital after my face was cut, but I can't remember much before that. Snippets, I would say. I remember being someplace very hot and desert like. I then get flashes. Different cities, different scenarios. Sometimes, something will just come to me. Bruce got hurt in a car accident a few weeks back and I performed first aid on him. I have no idea where I learned it. Sometimes, things will just come to me and I won't know how or where I know them from. I have remembered more things since Bruce and I have been together.”

“Why do you think that is?” asked Dr. Weintz.

“Bruce loves me and takes care of me,” said the Joker promptly. “ I can be strictly myself when I am with him. It is very comfortable.”

“All right.” Dr. Weintz scribbled some notes and then wrote out two prescriptions. He was both a psychiatrist and a psychologist, so he could write prescriptions.

“I am going to put you on Ativan and Valium. I can see by watching you that you need something to calm down. I will want to see you every other day. Will that be a problem?” he asked.

“Not at all,” said Bruce.

“And, you needn't be here for the sessions, Mr. Wayne. I shall want to talk to Joe alone,” said Dr. Weintz.

“ I can go into the bedroom and work. That way, I will be here if you need me,” said Bruce.

“Fine, “ said Dr. Weintz. “ I will be back in day after tomorrow. Be sure to get those prescriptions filled. Good day”. Bruce let him out of the door.

“Well, what did you think?” Bruce asked.

“He didn't like us, “ answered the Joker.

“He didn't?”

“No,” said the Joker.” He didn't like it that we're together. He doesn't like homosexuality.”

“How could you tell?” asked Bruce. “ He seemed perfectly pleasant to me. “

“He rolled his eyes once when he thought no one was looking. It was when I told him that you loved me,” answered the Joker.

“You're probably imagining it, “ said Bruce, pulling the Joker into his lap and wrapping his arms around him.

“ I'm not, Brucey. I don't trust the good doctor, but I will continue to see him if you want me to,” said the Joker, leaning in to kiss Bruce.

The two men kissed for a while before Bruce suggested,” Let's go for a ride. Do you want to?”

Bruce suggested this because the rides on the motorcycle turned them both on. They both grabbed their helmets and took the bike down through the elevator. They kept it in the loft to avoid getting it stolen.

Both Bruce and the Joker loved to go for rides on the motorcycle. The Joker held on tight and wanted to reach under Bruce's shirt and map his chest, but he never did. Bruce liked the feeling of the Joker holding on to him as they wove in and out of traffic. Bruce went on a longer ride than usual, wanting to prolong the anticipation. When they got into the elevator, the Joker gave in to his desire and slipped his hand under Bruce's shirt.

“I always want to do that while we're riding, but I don't want to get arrested,” said the Joker.

“Since you're here with a fake visa, I would say getting arrested is a very bad idea,” answered Bruce. “Come over to the couch.”

They both began to remove clothing as they moved to the couch. The Joker loved to look at Bruce's body, but had been astounded the first morning when Bruce got up and promptly proceeded to hit the floor and do 400 push ups then 400 sit ups. The Joker started joining Bruce in his morning exercise but he usually stopped around 170.

“I always want to touch your chest,” he told Bruce. “ And your back and your sides and your butt.”

Bruce laughed and pulled the now naked Joker into his lap.

“And that would be why we always have sex in the morning after I do my exercises? he teased.

“Something like that, “ said the Joker.

Bruce tossed him the lube. “Prepare yourself,” he ordered.

The Joker complied and slid down onto Bruce. “Yes, “ he whispered, burying his face in Bruce's neck.

Bruce wouldn't let him hide for long. It had been wearing on the Joker that he couldn't wear his makeup as much as before.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

The Joker did, and Bruce grabbed him and kissed him until they were both breathless.

“Touch yourself, “ he ordered. The Joker did as Bruce told him and Bruce ran his hands along the Joker's chest, which was looking a bit better since he started joining Bruce in his morning exercise.

“You have the most beautiful eyes,” Bruce told him. “I'm so proud of you.”

The Joker leaned close and whispered,” I have really enjoyed it here with you.”

“Mmm,” Bruce kissed the Joker again and then deftly changed their position so that the Joker was lying on his back with his legs wrapped around Bruce's waist. They both liked the new position and the Joker moaned as Bruce hit his prostate.

“Yes, “ Bruce moaned. “ Come for me. I want you to. Come for me.”

The Joker moaned as his body convulsed and he came all over his chest. As usual, his climax triggered Bruce's and they clung together through their orgasms.

Afterward, they were both tired and Bruce pulled out gently before covering them both with a duvet.

“We'll both be sticky when we wake up” Bruce warned, even as he tucked the Joker against him.

“Then you can take me to the shower and soap me up and rinse me. You know, I really like it when you do that.” Bruce smiled and tucked the Joker in closer before drifting off to sleep.

From the notes of Phillip Weintz, PhD, M.D

Patient is a male in his thirties. Became visibly agitated at questions about his past. Is homosexual. Feel sure that homosexuality is the key to all of his mental problems. Patient's face is badly scarred. Quite distasteful to look at. Says he started remembering more about his past after becoming involved in his present relationship. Feel sure that once I cure patient of homosexuality, all other problems will go away.

Fin

pepper202 @ 2008-09-18T21:55:00

2008-09-19T02:24:34Z

Title: Joining the mile high club

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word count: 2202

Warning: Violent sex.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: Remember that there was no sex in the last chapter? I make up for it, here.

A/N2: Miss One?

The Dance We Do

No Lies between Us

Taking off the Masks

Being Batman

Unable to Stop

Deeper Entwined

Questions

An Important Conversation

Glasgow Smiles

The ride to the farmhouse was silent. Bruce didn’t say anything and neither did the Joker. Bruce thought it was surprising that he didn’t ask more about the doctor or their forthcoming trip. Bruce knew that once they got to the farmhouse, he would have to give the Joker a beating. He was angry, so he knew that he would have to be careful not to truly hurt him.

They pulled into the farmhouse and Bruce hid the Hummer in the garage. There were no close neighbors, but they still had to be careful. Once they were inside the house, Bruce slammed the Joker into the wall in the living room, and then grabbed him by the hair and knocked his head into the wall, twice.

“Get your clothes off,” he growled. The Joker complied, but Bruce didn’t think that he was doing it fast enough, so he kicked him.

The Joker finished undressing and Bruce grabbed the lube and rapidly prepared the Joker. He didn’t do a thorough job, and he knew that it would hurt the Joker when they had sex, but he also knew that this was what the Joker wanted. The Joker wanted him to ‘punish’ him for cutting those men.

“Spread your legs,” he growled, positioning himself and pushing in, pushing the Joker into the wall in the process. Bruce fucked the Joker hard and fast, leaving bruises on his shoulders and his hips. Bruce also wouldn’t allow the Joker to touch his own cock, he slapped his hand away when he tried. It was only a few minutes before Bruce groaned in satisfaction and slumped against the Joker. He pulled out and grabbed the Joker roughly, guiding him towards the bathroom and the shower.

Once they were in the shower, Bruce changed abruptly. He gently washed the Joker's hair and soaped and rinsed his body, being gentle with his bruises. He turned the Joker to face him and kissed him tenderly, then dropped to his knees to take him into his mouth. The Joker had been very turned on at being used so roughly and it was only a few minutes before he was moaning and shuddering as he shot his load into Bruce's mouth.

Bruce stood up and washed himself quickly. When they got out of the shower, he carefully dried the Joker and then dressed him in a pair of purple silk pajamas and covered him with a thick robe. He wrapped a purple scarf around the Joker's head, hiding his bright green hair

He then grabbed a digital camera and took several photos of the Joker, which he uploaded onto his laptop and emailed to his forger.

“I have created identities for us to get on the plane. You are a very rich, very eccentric recluse who is afraid of germs. You will wear a surgical mask, which will hide your scars. You will go to the plane just like that. I will play the role of your servant.:”

Bruce had dressed himself in a simple pair of pants and shirt, both of a uniform gray color. He, too, wrapped his head in a scarf.

“ I will pose as your manservant. Naturally, you would want me to cover my head and wear a surgical mask, as well, “ he told the Joker

“And, once we get there?” asked the Joker.

“ I have slipped the pilot some money to grease some palms so that they don't examine either the plane nor us very closely. You are not wanted outside of Gotham, Commissioner Gordon has been very prudent. With the level of crime in Gotham in years past, he is reluctant to tell the feds of the carnage you caused. The government has been known to withhold dollars and Gordon just got them reinstated,” said Bruce.

“Once we get there, “ he continued.” I have rented a loft in what I am told is a rather impersonal building. The doctor will come to us. He will make house calls. I am told he is an expert in post traumatic stress and memory loss. I have all of my identification as Bruce Wayne and will be able to easily get any money we need.”

“ You've planned this out wonderfully, Brucey,” the Joker commented. “ I wouldn't have thought.”

Bruce closed his laptop and put it into a briefcase.

“Come on, “ he told the Joker. “ Let's get going. I have reserved the Jet, but I have to pick up our identification.

They got back into the Hummer and drove to the next town. Bruce made a call from his cell phone and then they detoured into a family oriented sub division where he honked the horn and a handsome man in a linen suit came out and handed Bruce a package.

Then, Bruce directed the Hummer to the airport, parking in a private garage.

“Alfred will come and pick the car up, later, “ he told the Joker.

Bruce carefully tied a surgical mask around the Joker's face and one around his own. They walked outside of the garage and down two long deserted hallways, until they came to a hanger where a jet the size of a 727 sat, waiting for them.

Two men, one in a pilot's uniform, the other dressed like a waiter, were waiting for them.

“Hello, it must be Mr. Kerr and his body servant,” the man dressed like a waiter said.

“Yes, “ answered the Joker. “ I feel faint and must lie down. I assume the plane has a private bedroom. “

“Yes, indeed,” said the waiter. “ I am Thomas Alby and I will be your valet for the duration of the trip.”

“No, no, no, “ said the Joker. “ That will not do at all. Only Wayne here waits on me. I cannot stand to be exposed to more dangerous germs. “

Bruce reached into his pocket and got a 100 dollar bill. He offered it to Alby.

“You could stay here and say that you went,” he said.

“Yes, yes,” said Thomas Alby. “ I could do that. Here, I will show you where to settle Mr. Kerr and where the food is kept.”

“That will be much better,” said the Joker haughtily. “ Wayne, if you'd help me lie down.”

Bruce smiled ruefully at the pilot and Alby and went inside the plane with the Joker. They found the bedroom without too much of a problem. It was equipped with a huge bed, lots of pillows and blankets and a small dining area. The Joker lay down on the bed, and Bruce shut the door behind him.

“Well, he's laying down,” he told the two men. “How soon will we be off?”

“I am waiting for the co-pilot and navigator,” said the pilot.” They will be here momentarily. “

“Excellent,” said Bruce. “ I will go and tell him.”

“Working for a guy like that must be awfully tough, “ Thomas Alby remarked.

“Yes,” said Bruce. “ He pays very well. That more than makes up for it. Excuse me. “

Bruce went back into the plane. He found the galley without too much trouble. He also found the pair of seats that he and the Joker were expected to strap into during take-off and landing.

He sat quietly in one of them and insisted that the Joker strap into the other one when they heard the captain's voice announce that the entire crew was there and they would be taking off momentarily.

“The Joker looked excited and Bruce exchanged seats with him so that he could look out of the window. The plane gathered speed and Bruce could feel it leave the ground.

Once they were airborne, the pilot announced that the flight would be approximately 4 hours. Both Bruce and the Joker unstrapped themselves and the Joker took off his heavy silk robe and lay on the bed.

“I am going to go get the food that's prepared in the galley,” he told the Joker.

“ I am hungry, aren't you?

The Joker smirked at him and said, “I'm hungry, but not for food, Brucey.”

Bruce blushed and went to the galley to retrieve the tray of food and hurried back. The Joker was laying on the bed completely naked.

Bruce put the food down, locked the door and divested himself of his clothes in record time.

“So, “ he said as he joined the Joker on the bed.” You want us to join the mile high club.”

“Weren't you a member before?” asked the Joker.

“Actually no,” said Bruce, settling himself behind the Joker. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. He saw a small bottle of expensive hand lotion on the table next to the bed and he grabbed it to use as lube.

Bruce gently prepared the Joker, mindful of how rough he had been before. The Joker, however, moaned and leaned into his touch. Bruce pulled the Joker onto his knees and held him, placing gentle biting kisses on his neck and shoulders.

“Brucey,” the Joker moaned, needy.

“Ssh,” Bruce soothed. He lined his cock up with the Joker's entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Yes, oh yes,” the Joker whispered.

“Here,” Bruce showed him how he wanted him to move. They moved in time for a few minutes and Bruce reached around and grabbed the Joker's cock, jerking him off in time with their thrusts.

“Brucey,” the Joker moaned looking up at him.

Bruce kissed him and whispered in his ear. “Yes, I love you. I love you.”

Somehow, Bruce knew that the Joker liked hearing him say that, even if he couldn't properly return the sentiment. After the words left his lips, the Joker came convulsively all over his hand. His orgasm triggered Bruce's and he moaned as he shot his seed deep inside the Joker.

They both lay on the bed, breathing heavily, before Bruce got up and got dressed.

“I'd say we're about halfway there,” he told the Joker.”Better get dressed and come eat. The tray looks good.”

The Joker put his pajamas back on, and the thick robe and came and joined Bruce at the table. They feasted on cut chicken breast, rare steak and smoked salmon. Bruce ate most of the salmon, because the Joker said that he didn't like fish.

“I'm nervous,” he confessed to Bruce.

“About what?” asked Bruce.

“Well, I can survive in any city. But, we're in this together. We'll be staying together,” the Joker said.

“I'm nervous about that, too,” Bruce confessed. “ I am also nervous that you might start killing the population of Toronto.”

“Brucey, you wound me,” said the Joker.” I don't kill unless I am well paid for it.”

Bruce raised his eyebrow at the Joker.

“Well, I almost never kill unless I am well paid for it,” amended the Joker.

Bruce continued to look skeptical and the Joker continued,” You don't think I got paid a lot of money to kill Dent and your girlfriend? Of course, I set it all on fire, but still, I got paid a lot of money to do it.”

“Who paid you?” Bruce's voice was quiet.

“Don't worry, Brucey. He's no longer among the living.”said the Joker. “I took care of that, too.”

“Why do you continue to remind me of what you did to my friends?” asked Bruce, not angry for once but curious.

“I guess because I wonder why you are with me,” answered the Joker.

They both finished the meal in silence and the Joker lay down on the bed and pretended to sleep until the plane descended.

A man came on board and took the two passports and drivers licenses from Bruce. In a few minutes, he was back.

“You are all set. Welcome to Canada,” he said.

Bruce and the Joker got into a waiting Limo and went to an expensive hotel. They would stay there for a day or two, while Bruce took care of furnishing their loft. Then, they would disappear from the hotel and become different people within the city of Toronto.

Fin

pepper202 @ 2008-09-13T10:53:00

2008-09-13T15:14:31Z

Title: An Important Conversation

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

word count: 2167

Warning: This chapter gets rather fluffy in places. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: I took a break from writing my fest fics. The muse literally wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote this.

A/N2: Miss One?

Over the next couple of days, as Bruce continued to heal, he gently questioned the Joker about his past. He was careful to do it because talking of his past made The Joker edgy, and Bruce didn’t want to wake up cut or not wake up at all. On some level, though, he understood why the Joker had saved him from the car accident. They needed each other. Bruce also noted details about the Joker. He had some medical knowledge, but hadn’t been a doctor or a medic. He used a paratrooper knife, which Bruce had remembered Gordon telling him. All the knives he had used were military. Also, there was his knowledge of explosives.

The Joker was edgier than usual. Bruce wished that he could get his hands on some medication, because it was obvious that the Joker needed it. He contacted Alfred and told him he would be home in a few days. He contacted Donald Jorgen, the man that he had used to make sure the Joker was protected when he was in Arkham. He asked Jorgen to find him a competent psychologist who knew how to deal with both PTSD and memory loss. He knew that was only the beginning of the Joker’s problems, but he wanted someone who knew what they were doing. No Dr. Crane or Dr. Quinzel for the Joker this time. Bruce knew that the most competent doctors were in Europe, but he had no objection to taking the Joker there.

There wasn’t any medication in the farmhouse, but Bruce found that having sex calmed the Joker down, too, so they had a lot of sex. The Joker seemed to need Bruce to hurt him more, too, which is why he was currently sporting a black eye, a lump on his head, and bruises on his shoulders. Bruce worried about hurting the Joker too badly, but he wasn’t sure what else to do. He had promised to hurt the Joker if he asked.

They were sitting on the couch, watching some movie in the DVD player, since the tv got such bad reception. The Joker hadn’t watched many movies, so he was occupied with that for about an hour when suddenly he got bored and turned to Bruce.

“ Kiss me, “ he demanded.

Bruce complied, marveling at how much he truly enjoyed kissing the Joker. He pulled the Joker to him and the Joker climbed in his lap, being mindful of his bruised and still bandaged ribs.

“Mm, Brucey, I need you,” the Joker moaned.

“Again?” Bruce questioned, although he could already feel his body responding to the Joker’s proximity and his words. He wondered why he never got tired of having the Joker in his bed, and he really liked his company out of it, which the last two days had proved.

“Yes,” the Joked ground his hips into Bruce’s.

Bruce grabbed the still bright green hair and demanded,” Get your clothes off.”

The Joker, who had been wearing a pair of bright green and purple paisley pajamas. He had put his makeup on that morning, but it was looking rather ragged by now. Bruce really didn’t like the makeup, but he understood that the Joker felt that he needed it. Bruce watched as he removed the pajamas and climbed back onto his lap.

“Prepare yourself. I want to watch,” Bruce said, handing him the lube which had been sitting on the table from their earlier bout of sex.

The Joker took the lube and did what Bruce asked. Bruce knew that he wouldn’t prepare himself as much as he needed because he liked the pain, so Bruce was sure to lube himself up pretty well. Both men groaned as the Joker sank down on Bruce’s cock.

“Ride me, “ Bruce ordered, shifting into a more comfortable position as the Joker unknowingly jarred his bandaged chest.

Bruce kept grabbing the Joker’s hair and kissing him, biting his neck and playing with his nipples before he got tired of their current position.

“Get on your back and spread your legs,” he ordered. The Joker did as he asked, laying back on the couch and watching Bruce crawl between his thighs. Bruce added more lube and then slowly entered the Joker.

“Yes, that’s much better, “ Bruce murmured in the Joker’s neck as he began to move. The Joker wrapped his arms and legs around Bruce and held on. Bruce buried one of his hands in the Joker’s hair and used the other to brace himself. He leaned down to kiss the Joker again and again as his thrusts became both harder and faster.

Bruce found that he was gazing at the Joker as he moved.

“Say it, “ the Joker whispered. “ It’s ok, you can say it. I want to hear. I can see it in your eyes, so just say it. “

“Fuck, “ Bruce whispered. “ I love you. I love you so much. I can’t think of anything but you sometimes, I’m so in love with you.”

Saying the words made it so much more real to Bruce and changed the act from sex to lovemaking. His orgasm overtook him without warning and he moaned with the intensity of it. When his body finally stopped shaking, he realized that the Joker had found release as well. Neither of them said anything for a few minutes and then Bruce said gruffly,” let's go take a shower.”

The Joker was silent until they had gotten into the shower and Bruce was soaping him up.

“Why,” he asked quietly.

“I don't know,” Bruce sighed. “ If I did, I would make a fortune bigger than the one I already have. Why do women marry men on death row. Why does anyone fall in love with anyone.”

The Joker was silent again as they finished washing and got out, dried off, and had gotten into bed. They were spooned together and Bruce pulled the Joker against him possessively.

“ I don't feel like other people,” The Joker said. “ I don't think it was something that was done to me. I think that it was something that existed before. I cannot feel bad that I killed your friend or that I made Harvey Dent kill men that needed to die. I do feel upset because it is something that makes you angry. “

Bruce said nothing, but his arm tightened around the Joker and the Joker knew that it was in anger.

“ With you. I need you. I knew that the first time we were together in the interrogation room. I know that if the cops hadn't been outside, we would have consummated our relationship right there. You...you make me sane. Or saner. I don't think I'll ever be truly sane. “

“We'll try, though,” Bruce said quietly.

“Yes, we'll try,” said the Joker. “ I don't need to cause chaos to get your attention. The Gotham underworld is mine, if I want it. I don't really want it, but there you go. What I wanted was you. First to kill you, then for you to pay attention to me. Now, you do pay attention to me. I need you, though. Someone would have died if you had died at that hospital or in that ambulance. A lot of people would have died.”

Bruce said nothing, but pulled the Joker even tighter to him. He held him until the trembling which Bruce knew was rage, subsided.

“It's ok, “ he whispered.” I am here and we are together and we are safe.” The Joker continued to shake and Bruce started kissing his neck, very gently. He was again reminded that the man he lay in bed with was not civilized. It was as if he was in bed with a tiger.

After a while, the shaking stopped completely and Bruce began to fall asleep. He was almost asleep when he heard the Joker say, “where were you when I called you that night?”

“What night?” Bruce was still very fuzzy.

“The night that we first came here,” The Joker clarified. He turned over so that he was facing Bruce. “I called you and you told me to come here.”

“Oh,” said Bruce, waking up a bit more.”I was at the Opera with Heidi and Madison.”

“Who are they?” The Joker asked, his voice curious.

“My favorite dates,” Bruce explained. “ I hate being 'Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy' but Heidi and Madison make it easier.”

“How?” asked the Joker.

“They aren't bubble heads, which is nice because when I want intelligent conversation, I can actually have it. But, more to the point, they are not interested in 'Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy' in any way except as a beard”

“I don't understand,” said the Joker.

“Heidi and Madison are with each other,”said Bruce. “ They are a couple, but they don't want it to get out that they are. They live in the same apartment and they pretend to be fortune hunting socialites. In fact, they are very happy with each other, and thanks to some investment tips from me, they have made their own fortune.”

“So, you've never slept with them?” asked the Joker.

“A couple of times, early in our friendship. That was before I figured out their relationship. I was horribly embarrassed when I did, but they assured me that they didn't sleep with me to pay me back, and that they had a good time. They still offer, but I turn them down.”

“So, they didn't mind you leaving?”

“ I told them that they could have dinner at the restaurant, and they were fine. It makes all of Gotham think that I am a terrible cad, when I do things like that. Usually, I am leaving to become Batman,” said Bruce. “Why?”

“ I was just wondering. I needed you that night. I didn't think that you would come when I asked. Everything hurt. Everything hurt so bad and I needed you to hurt me to make it better, “ said the Joker.

“I've been worried about that,” said Bruce. “ I worry that I will truly hurt you. “

“You won't,” said the Joker decisively. “ You know when to stop.”

“I don't really like doing it,”confessed Bruce.

“I know, “ said the Joker. “ But you do it because I need you to. And, on some level you do like doing it. You are still very angry with me for killing your friends.”

Bruce pulled the Joker closer. His body had been reacting to the Joker, who had been slyly rubbing against Bruce and now it was time again.

“Spread your legs,” he growled, flipping the Joker onto his back. The Joker complied, wiggling while Bruce prepared him. It was too dark to see each other, but Bruce was able to do it by touch. He slid inside and the Joker wrapped his legs around him.

“Touch yourself,” Bruce whispered.” I want to feel your hand moving. “

The Joker complied. He felt Bruce's breath panting in his ear, then Bruce was kissing him. He tightened his legs around Bruce and his hand moved faster.

“Why?” he asked Bruce again.

“Because you let me be Batman. You want me to be Batman. You stand for everything that Batman fights against and yet you want Batman to exist, “ Bruce gasped, thrusting harder.

The only sounds in the room were their panting breaths and the creak of the bedsprings.

“Oh, fuck,” Bruce gasped. “ Come. I need you to come for me.”

The Joker sped his hand up even faster, swiped his thumb over the tip and moaned as he came hard, his ass clenching around Bruce.

“Yes, oh, yes,” Bruce moaned as the Joker's release triggered his own. He kissed the Joker fiercely and whispered.” I never have to be 'Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy' around you, either.”

They both drifted off to sleep with Bruce wrapped tightly around the Joker and the Joker wrapped just as tightly around Bruce.

Fin

pepper202 @ 2008-09-05T12:18:00

2008-09-05T16:21:36Z

Title: Questions

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word Count:

Warning: Drug Use (prescription), violent sex.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: This one is a bit different, guys.

A/N 2: Miss one?

The Dance We Do

No Lies Between Us

Taking off the masks

Being Batman

Unable to Stop

Deeper Entwined

Bruce woke up the next morning before the Joker did. He felt awful. He knew immediately that he had strained himself by having too much sex too soon after the accident. He had some painkillers in the car, where he had left his discharge papers, but he didn’t want to go and get them. He turned over and looked at the Joker, who was still sleeping. The green had almost completely washed out of the man’s hair, and he could see the light brown color underneath.

Bruce lay back and thought about their so called relationship for the millionth time. He could not justify
getting involved with the Joker. He could not justify going back to the Joker after Alfred blessed him out. Alfred, also, was not happy when Bruce told him that he had been hurt. Bruce hadn’t told Alfred that he was getting out, so there was no need to tell him that he would take a couple of days at the farmhouse. With the Joker.

Bruce wondered about the Joker. They way he had dressed his wounds after pulling him out of the car. The gentle way he had climbed on Bruce yesterday, mindful of his taped ribs. Bruce had no doubt if he took a shower, which he badly needed, that the Joker would be able to rewrap his bandages. Who was he? Who had he been in a former life that he had learned such skills? Again, Bruce thought possibly the military.

The Joker shifted and turned over, opening his bright green eyes and staring at Bruce.

“We both stink, “Bruce informed him. “ Can you bandage me if I get wet?”

“Yes, “answered the Joker, yawning. “ I think I need to dye my hair. And, I can tell by your face that you need pain medication.”
“No,” Bruce protested. “I can’t...”

“Shh,” the Joker patted him on the shoulder.” I know that you don’t drink, that you need to be alert to be Batman, but you need to heal. You can’t go anywhere today, anyway. “He got up and got Bruce’s medication from the car, but Bruce refused to take it anyway.

“Fine, “the Joker huffed. “ I am going to go and dye my hair. Then, you can join me in the shower. If you can get out of bed. “

Bruce lay in bed half dozing while he listened to the Joker moving around. After about 45 minutes, the Joker came back in and kissed him. Before Bruce knew what was what, he felt two bullet shaped objects slide into his mouth. The Joker kept kissing him and he felt them start to melt and then slide down his throat. As soon as he swallowed, the Joker broke the kiss.

“What was that?” he asked the Joker.

“Your darvon,” the Joker answered. Seeing Bruce's face, he added. “C’mon Brucey, don't be angry. Look, I'll take two too.” He went and got the bottle and Bruce watched him take two pills and then hand him the bottle.

“You need to let your body rest and heal,” the Joker told him. “Fighting pain is not allowing your body to rest. You need the medication."

“Don't do that again, “Bruce told him. “ I mean it, absolutely don't do that again.”

“Bruce, “the Joker said.” You can't be Batman today. You're not even in Gotham. Now, come into the kitchen and we'll have breakfast.”

Bruce sat at the kitchen table and watched as the Joker cooked him some poached eggs and toast with lots of butter. By the time the food was done and in front of him, Bruce was feeling the drugs kick in. When he looked at the Joker, he had the same goofy smile that Bruce could feel himself sporting.

“See,” the Joker said.” I was right. Your body needs to give it a rest. I have seen the scars on your body. I bet you toughed out every one of them."

“Why did you serve me invalid food?” Bruce asked him.

“Because these drugs can make your stomach upset. Its better,” answered the Joker.

“Were you a doctor?” Bruce asked as he began to eat his food.

“No,” answered the Joker.

They finished their food in silence. The Joker shoved the plates in the sink, grabbed Bruce's hand and led him back into the bathroom.

“Let's take a shower. The water will feel great,” he told him.

Bruce got into the shower with him. He was right, the water did feel great and the pain was a distant feeling. The Joker soaped them both up and Bruce noticed the bright green of his hair. He pulled the Joker closer and their wet bodies slid together. Bruce felt floaty from the drugs and turned on from their proximity and he reached out and grasped the Joker's cock. He worked them both together for a while before he felt the Joker slide down his body. In his semi floaty state, he felt the Joker take his cock in his mouth. He reached down and grasped the Joker’s now newly green hair and pulled.

“Yes,” the Joker hissed, his mouth sliding off of Bruce. “Pull my hair harder, Brucey. Fuck my mouth.”

Bruce found himself doing just that, not only because it felt good, but because the Joker seemed to enjoy it so much. Bruce could see him through slitted eyes, touching himself while Bruce pulled his hair.

“Oh, fuck….Joker,” Bruce moaned as he came and the Joker continued to suck him until he begged.

“Stop, stop.” He pulled the Joker to his feet, noting the evidence of the Joker’s own release on his legs and soaped them both up, before rinsing them both off and getting out of the shower.

“Why do you like pain?” asked Bruce, as they dried off and made their way back to the bedroom.

“I don’t know, “answered the Joker. “ I just need it. Especially from you.”

They went into the bedroom and lay down. Bruce pulled the Joker into his arms and petted his head.

“You got to ask two questions, Brucey,” the Joker said.” Now, I get to ask two questions.”

“Fine,” Bruce could feel lethargy spreading over his body, but he forced himself to focus.” Ask away.”

“Why a bat?” asked the Joker.

“Because Bats scare me,” Bruce yawned and the Joker snuggled against him, laughing softly.

“I get it. If they scare you, they should scare your enemy. Really, Brucey. Bats scare you?” the Joker was giggling and Bruce let it go on for a few minutes before stopping it with a tug to the Joker’s green hair.

“Ask your other question, “Bruce instructed.

“Do you hate me?” the Joker whispered this one.

‘No, I don’t hate you. In fact I think I may love you, which is silly because you can’t love anyone. I need you and you need me and here we are’ Bruce said in his head.

“No, “said Bruce, before yawning once more and falling asleep.

When Bruce woke up, the pain was back. It wasn’t as bad as before, but it still hurt. He didn’t see the Joker anywhere, and he pulled himself out of bed and went into the kitchen. He found the Joker pulling large frozen lasagna out of the oven, and he sat down at the table.

“You’re in pain again, “the Joker said. “ You were given 10 darvocet, and we used four. Now we will each take one. Then tomorrow we will each take 2, 7 hours apart. I will take you back to Gotham the day after tomorrow. Here.” He placed a pill in Bruce’s mouth and stood there until he swallowed.

“Why do you take one?” asked Bruce.

“Because I don’t want you to think that I am drugging you for my own purposes. That way, the playing field is somewhat even. And, they make me feel calm. It’s called self-medication. “

They ate in silence. Both the Joker nor Bruce was very hungry and the Joker put the rest in the fridge for tomorrow and then insisted that they go and watch TV in the farmhouse’s living room.

The TV didn’t get very good reception. Bruce made a note to get a satellite dish and install it.

“Were you an assassin?” He asked the Joker.

“Yes, I think so,” said the Joker. They were silent for a few moments and then the Joker said.

“I can tell what you’re thinking. Don’t do it."

“What?” asked Bruce.

“You are thinking that you should get Lucius Fox to find out who I was. Don’t bother. I tried it myself. I couldn’t find anything. They destroyed my identity,” said the Joker.

“What happened to you?” asked Bruce.

“I don’t know,” the Joker almost wailed.” My memory is so faulty. I kind of remember my parents. I remember flashes of war, flashes of assignments. Then, being in the hospital and the scars on my face. They gave me a name, but it wasn’t my real name. “The Joker was very agitated.

“Shh, it’s ok, “Bruce threw an arm around the Joker but he was still very jumpy. “Why did they do that?” asked the Joker. “Why was my identity stolen?”

“You’re the Joker,” said Bruce, still attempting to comfort him, but it wasn’t working.

Bruce got up and grabbed the Joker by the shoulders and slammed him into the wall. He dragged him into the bedroom, knocking him against the wall a couple of times before throwing him on the bed. He removed his robe and pinned the Joker down with his body.

“It will be okay, “He whispered before covering the Joker’s mouth with his own. They kissed desperately, and Bruce could feel the Joker trembling.

He shoved down the Joker’s pants and they both groaned as their bare skin came into contact.

“Spread your legs,” Bruce growled as he dribbled lube onto his fingers and began to roughly prepare the Joker.

The Joker obeyed, keening when Bruce entered him roughly. Bruce pulled the Joker’s hair and kissed him furiously.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” He demanded as he thrust roughly into the Joker.

“Yes,” the Joker whispered his answer.

“Say it, “Bruce demanded.

“I’m yours. Yours, “the Joker was still whispering, but he had wrapped his legs around Bruce and was holding him close with his arms.

“Mine, “Bruce ground out roughly before leaning forward and biting the Joker on his neck, hard.

The Joker moaned, his body arched and he came, grasping Bruce even tighter.
Bruce held out for a couple of minutes longer, and then bit the Joker again as he spurted deep inside him.

Neither of them said anything for a few minutes, although they were each holding the other one tightly.

“You realize that you are mine. That I will take care of you,” Bruce stated flatly.

“What do you want to do?” the Joker’s voice was muffled against Bruce’s neck.

“I don’t know,” the Joker sounded lost and confused.

“Why don’t we do nothing for now? We can figure it out, later,” said Bruce. “If you want to find a doctor, a competent doctor to help, we can do that. As long as you don’t kill anyone else, I am willing to let it ride for a while. “

“Ok,” said the Joker.

Fin

pepper202 @ 2008-08-29T12:30:00

2008-08-29T16:41:55Z

Title: Deeper Entwined

Author: pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word Count: 2026

Warning: Nurse! Joker

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: I actually wrote extra smut because of This Picture by </a></a>alip99

A/N 2: Miss one?
The Dance We Do

No Lies Between Us
Taking off the Masks
Being Batman
Unable to Stop

The Joker was cutting through the woods on his way to the Farmhouse. It was raining and the Joker was soaked. He had taken a cab to about a mile away and was hurrying, trying to get out of the rain. It was then that he heard tires screech and a crash. He could see in the distance, a fancy sports car which had crashed into a tree. Bruce!

When the Joker reached the car, he could see that it was leaking gas, and that it was all twisted. Bruce was still in the car, seat belted in. The Joker wrestled with the twisted metal of the door to get Bruce out. He was able to wedge it open part way and he unbelted Bruce and dragged him out and away from the car. He was barely away from the car when there were some sparks and the car exploded.

The Joker lay Bruce out on the wet ground and covered him with his purple coat. He saw that Bruce was bleeding from a cut on his head. Skills that the Joker had forgotten he had came into play as he gave Bruce simple first aid, calling 911 on Bruce’s cell phone and running to the house to tear up a sheet to bandage his head and cover him from the rain. Once he heard the sirens, he went and hid in the woods and watched as the paramedics found Bruce and treated him. He knew that since he had blown up the hospital in Gotham that they would take Bruce to the hospital in the next town.

He waited until the ambulance had pulled away, sirens screaming, to go and hide in the farmhouse. He didn’t even realize that he was shaking until he got inside.

The Joker discovered that he still had Bruce’s cell phone some hours later, when he got up in search of food. Bruce had stocked many staples, in cans and tins, in the farmhouse. The Joker wanted to call the hospital and find out how Bruce was doing. It wasn’t as if the Joker were in love with Bruce. Their lives were so intertwined that he could not imagine life without Bruce. He needed Bruce to be alive and stay alive. The Joker thought about going back to Gotham and having one of his henchmen find out about Bruce, but he realized that revealing his interest in him would make him vulnerable. He thought about calling but wondered if that miserable manservant of Bruce’s would trace the call and have him arrested and sent back to Arkham. He finally decided to spend the night at the farmhouse and then head to the hospital in the morning.

That night, the Joker had terrible nightmares about fires and screams and he woke in a cold sweat. He hadn’t dreamt about the war in years and he pondered for a minute what it meant. He went into the kitchen to find some food. Bruce had left many canned goods and frozen foods there for them to eat, and the Joker heated up a frozen pizza and ate it without thinking. The Joker would have expected a rich boy like Bruce to have all sorts of fancy food, but Bruce continued to surprise him. The Joker thought about various plans for checking on Bruce and finally decided that he hit upon the right one.

He called up a theatrical shop that he had done business with before- you could order anything over the phone or via the Internet- and told them what he wanted. Then, he called a cab to come and get him and washed his face, so that he was makeup free.

The Joker did his errands in Gotham and got hold of a car- telling a henchman he would be borrowing it or else- and went back to the farmhouse. He changed into the costume- a white nurse’s dress and red wig, and applied his makeup. He drove to the hospital to see Bruce.

The Joker discovered very quickly that most nurses dressed in colored scrubs and not pristine white dresses at all. He ducked into a supply closet and donned a surgical gown and mask over his white nurses dress. He couldn’t find Bruce’s name in the computer that he commandeered, but he suspected that they either didn’t know who he was, or used a false name. He decided to look at everyone that had been brought in the day before. He had felt that one of Bruce’s ribs was broken and so he looked for that type of injury. Medical terms that he thought that he had forgotten came to his mind without him even thinking of it. It turned out to be an easy matter to find Bruce, who was in a private room.

The Joker opened the door and peered around the corner, but Bruce was alone. He was lying in bed watching T.V. The Joker shut the door behind him.

“I’m alright, Nurse,” said Bruce dismissively. “I’d just like to rest if that’s ok.”

The Joker came and stood next to the bed, looking at Bruce. “I said that I….hey” Bruce had noticed him. “What on earth are you wearing?”

“I wanted to see how you were,” The Joker told him.

“I’m fine, thanks to you,” Bruce told him. “Come here.” He pulled the Joker down for a kiss, removing the mask and cupping his face in his hands. They kissed for a few minutes and the Joker sighed happily.

“I want you, “Bruce told him. “ But, I can’t today. They gave me some kind of drugs and I am so tired. Come back tomorrow. Wear the dress, but don’t put your makeup on. “He pulled the Joker down for another sweet kiss, pushing his hair back from his face.

“Go on, now,” Bruce urged him. “Come back tomorrow.”

The Joker slipped out, and as he went down the hall, he looked back at Bruce's room. The doctor was just opening Bruce's door.

The Joker got back in the car and drove back to the Farmhouse. He was hard and throbbing all the way. He would never tell Bruce this, because it was weak, but he loved it when Bruce cupped his face and kissed him tenderly. He never bothered to examine it, but it made him feel wanted.

He entered the farmhouse and went to the shower, because it reminded him of Bruce. The Joker wasn't fond of bathing. It was a habit that he had lost years ago. He had once spent three days lying under the front porch of a man that he was told to assassinate. He had come from under the porch and killed the man as he was leaving for work. That was primarily why he killed with knives, now, because it was so much more personal.

The Joker stood under the shower spray and let the water beat down on him as he took his cock in his hand. He touched himself and thought of Bruce cupping his face, of Bruce the first time they had sex telling the Joker that he was his, of Bruce telling him to come back tomorrow. He came thinking of how Bruce had been unable to keep away from him.

The next day, the Joker was able to sneak unto the hospital with a lot more ease. He found Bruce looking much better and much more alert.

“Hey you,” he greeted the Joker. “Get over here.” Bruce flung the covers away and exposed is erection, which was visible through his pajama bottoms. The Joker came over and climbed in bed on top of Bruce, shoving his pajama bottoms down. Bruce grabbed some Vaseline that was on the tray table next to the bed and coated his fingers with it. He raised the Joker’s skirt and was happily surprised to find that the Joker was not wearing underwear. “Fuck, “he murmured as he thrust two fingers inside the Joker to prepare him quickly. “ Come here!”

The Joker obeyed, allowing Bruce to breach him after he had been rapidly prepared. Both men groaned when contact was finally established.
“Ride me, “Bruce ordered. “ Ride me and touch yourself.”

The Joker did just that and Bruce was content to let him, watching as he reached under the skirt to touch himself, or leaning forward when Bruce grabbed his neck for breathless kisses. After a few minutes of this, it became too much for Bruce and he leaned forward, flipping the Joker on his back.

Bruce hiked up the white nurse’s skirt and continued to thrust into the Joker.

“Keep touching yourself, “he ordered, angling his hips so that he hit the Joker’s prostate. “ I want to watch you come. “

This bout of fucking lacked the usual violence and pain that the Joker craved, but it didn’t matter because he was too turned on to care. Bruce kept kissing him, grabbing him and hitting that spot and he knew that he would fly apart at any moment. Bruce kissed him and bit his lip and that was it, the Joker came hard, Bruce covering his mouth because he was moaning so loud. With a quiet groan, Bruce thrust once more and joined the Joker in orgasm. He collapsed on the Joker, panting harshly.

“They’re supposed to let me out of here, “said Bruce. “ Later today. “

“Is that man-servant of yours coming here to get you?” asked the Joker.

“Not if I tell him not to. Will you give me a ride back to the farmhouse?” Bruce asked.

“Yes,” said the Joker.

It took more than two hours for Bruce to be released, after the Joker cleaned him up and went and hid in the parking lot. Finally, Bruce’s cell phone (which he still had) rang and he drove around to pick him up. Bruce didn’t seem much the worse for wear from his car accident and he kept rubbing his hand along the Joker’s leg as he drove them both back to the farmhouse.

“I just love that uniform, “Bruce exclaimed.” The second we get there, I am throwing you up against the wall and fucking your brains out.”

When they got to the farmhouse, Bruce was as good as his word. He jumped out of the car, grabbed the Joker and dragged him into the house. They were barely inside when Bruce grabbed the Joker, pushing him against the wall as he lifted his skirt.

“Spread your legs, “he demanded. Bruce grabbed some lube and quickly prepared the Joker before thrusting inside, banging the Joker’s head against the wall as he fucked him.

“More Bruce, “the Joker begged. Bruce knew what he wanted and he slapped him a couple of times. The Joker moaned and thrust back harder against Bruce. Bruce reached under the white uniform and pinched the Joker’s nipples, biting his neck as he did so. The Joker moaned, touched himself and came hard. This time, it took Bruce longer, and the Joker was limp in his arms, letting him finish. He finally came and they both collapsed on the floor before Bruce got up and dragged the Joker with him to the bedroom.

“You’re going to buy a couple more nurses dresses. The way we keep going at it, we’re going to wear that one out. It’s filthy already, “Bruce told him, yawning.

“Don’t you ever worry that I’ll kill you in your sleep?” the Joker asked.

:”No, because you want me here when I wake up,” said Bruce.

pepper202 @ 2008-08-19T22:19:00

2008-08-20T02:23:26Z

Title: Unable to stop

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word Count: 1697

Warning: This one contains some violence and sex.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: This one has some spoilers for TDK. You’ve been warned.

A/N 2: Miss one?
The Dance We Do
No Lies Between Us
Taking Off The Masks
Being Batman

Bruce Wayne was sneaking into his own penthouse, after spending the night at the farmhouse with the Joker, when Alfred accosted him.

“Mr. Wayne,” he said. “I'm wondering just what it is you think you're doing.”

“What do you mean, Alfred?” Said Bruce Wayne.

“I am not an idiot, sir,” retorted Alfred.” I know who you thought you were sneaking in here a few weeks ago when you had your 'headache'. I also know that you are probably fresh from his bed right now. How could you, sir? That man killed your best friend.”

Bruce started and turned white at Alfred's words.

“Stop thinking with your 'little head' this instant, Mr. Wayne!” Alfred admonished him.

As Bruce went to lie down, the implication of Alfred's words came home to him. What was he doing?

The thing was; it wasn't just sex. Not anymore. Bruce got the feeling that the Joker understood him better than anyone. The Joker understood about Batman and even encouraged him. But, Alfred was right. What the hell was he doing?

Bruce lay under his huge duvet and wondered how he could have made such a colossal mistake. Fucking the Joker? What was worse was that the man was actually starting to become human to him.

The Joker told him once that he saw Bruce and Batman as two separate people. That surprised Bruce. He sometimes saw himself as both Bruce and Batman. Bruce didn’t think that even Alfred understood so well about Batman.

He drifted off to sleep wondering how he had gotten himself into such a mess, but his dreams were still filled with bright green eyes.

When he woke up a couple of hours later, Bruce made a decision. He wouldn’t see the Joker anymore.

Having made that decision, he headed for the showers and a morning wank where he wouldn’t think about the Joker.

For the next four days, Bruce did his best to forget that he had been having a sexual relationship with the Joker. He patrolled as Batman, getting more information about the ‘lost boys’ gang. He went out with Heidi and Madison, and set a date with them for the new gallery opening on Friday. He told himself he wasn’t missing the Joker. He wasn’t keeping an ear out for him when he patrolled. He wasn’t expecting him in the elevator of his penthouse.

Friday came, and Bruce took his two favorite dates, Heidi and Madison to the gallery opening. It was a new gallery specializing in abstract art, especially expressionism and abstract expressionism. Bruce bought a couple of pieces because strangely enough, they reminded him of the Joker. Not that he was thinking about the Joker because he wasn’t.

Bruce got to the gallery opening and was really attempting to enjoy himself when nature called and he excused himself to go to the bathroom.

He was washing his hands when the Joker appeared in the mirror behind him.

“Miss me?” he asked.

Bruce tried not to be surprised, because the Joker usually showed up like that, but he had to wonder how he did it. Not for the first time, Bruce suspected that the Joker might be ex-military. It would certainly explain his ability to get in practically anywhere, among other things.

“No,” he answered.

“Let me guess,” said the Joker. “Someone reminded you of why you’re supposed to hate me.”

Bruce just stood there looking at him.” I do hate you, “he said.

“No you don’t,” the Joker reached around and caressed his cock through his pants. “At least, part of you doesn’t.”

Bruce cursed his traitorous body and tried to sound angry.

“You killed my best friend.”

“Let me tell you something, Brucey. She may have been your best friend when you were a child, when her mom was working for your dad and you were playmates together, but she wasn’t your best friend. She wasn’t even a good friend. She hated Batman.”

“How did you know that?” Bruce asked.

“It was pretty obvious the night I crashed Harvey Dent’s fundraiser. She was almost as scared of you as she was of me. Someone that cares about you cares about all of you, not just the parts they’re supposed to like.” The Joker’s hand caressed him again after he said this.

“Listen,” the Joker whispered in his ear.” We don’t have time for this right now. Meet me later.”

His hand caressed again.

“No,” Bruce closed his eyes and tried to get his bearings, but the Joker’s hand was caressing him again.

“Meet me here, in front of this gallery, at 2:00 a.m. “The Joker’s hand moved again and Bruce found himself saying yes.

Bruce got the girls home and had enough time to go on a short patrol as Batman. He was continuing to put fear in the 'lost boys' gang, and he had managed to stop a couple of gun shipments, as well.

He decided to go to the meeting with the Joker as Bruce. He stopped home and changed into a black sweater and black jeans before heading over to the gallery.

The Joker wasn't immediately seen, but as soon as Bruce got there, a shadow detached itself from the others.

“You're right on time,” the Joker said. “Come with me.”

“Why?” asked Bruce.

“Because we're going to have a fight,” the Joker answered.” Do you really want to have it out here?”

He turned and walked away. Bruce followed before he considered what he was doing.

The Joker walked three blocks to a building. He went in and up a flight of stairs. Bruce was surprised. The building was non-descript, as was the door they stopped at. Once inside, it was definitely the Joker’s apartment. It was painted in loud, riotous colors which reminded Bruce of the paintings he had purchased.

“So, you’re upset with me. I killed ‘the woman you loved. Only, and this is funny,” the Joker giggled. “She was going to marry Dent. Now, with you, I can see Batman right here,” he reached forward touched Bruce’s temple gently. ‘With Dent, Two-Face was right there. Even when I first met him at your party. “

Bruce was both confused and intrigued.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying, Brucey, “the Joker singsong.” That if I hadn’t given Dent his little ‘push’, that Two-Face would have appeared anyway. Dent’s father beat him. He would use that coin Dent had. He would tell him; ’heads you’re a bad boy and you deserve a beating, tails you’re a good boy’”.

“But it was a two-headed coin,” Bruce whispered in horror.

“Exactly,” the Joker said with a flourish and giggled again.

Bruce sat there in reflective thought for a few minutes, digesting what the Joker had told him.

“So, you see,” the Joker was unable to keep silent any longer.” She would have married someone crazier than you.”

All of Bruce’s rage at the Joker came back and he stood up and grabbed the Joker.

“Can’t you, for once, shut up?” he asked, slamming the Joker against the wall.

“Ah, there we go,” the Joker was still giggling. “I knew Batman would come out and play sooner or later. Slam me again, Brucey.”

Bruce did, knocking the Joker’s head into the wall in the process.

“Mmm, “the Joker purred. He shifted his body.

“Aargh,” Bruce angrily slammed him against the wall again. “Why do you do this to me?”

“Do what, Brucey?” The Joker asked innocently.

“This! All of this. You get me riled up and I still want you.” Bruce gestured angrily and punched the wall.

“That’s the point,” the Joker whispered. “It doesn’t have to have meaning. It just is. Go with it. “

Bruce growled again and made as if to turn away, but the Joker had had enough and he grabbed Bruce’s face with his two hands and kissed him. At first, Bruce bit him, but when the Joker groaned in pleasure at the bite, he gave in.

He pushed the Joker over his own couch and yanked down his pants. There was a bottle of lotion on the coffee table and Bruce grabbed that. He quickly pushed down his own pants and lubed himself before plunging into the Joker.

The Joker hadn’t been prepared and he howled at the intrusion, but Bruce could tell that he liked the pain by the way he was panting. He groaned as he began to fuck the Joker in earnest, unwilling to admit how much he had missed this.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” The Joker panted beneath him. “Just like that, Brucey. Just like that.”

Bruce knocked the Joker’s head against the couch cushions and growled,” Don’t you ever shut up?” He knew that it hadn’t hurt, but the Joker moaned at the gesture.

It struck Bruce anew that he shouldn’t enjoy being with the Joker as much as he did. But again, he felt more alive than he had over the past few days.

Below him, the Joker was moaning and twisting and with a loud groan, he came all over the couch below him. Bruce held out for another minute or two, viciously thrusting into the Joker before he came too, leaning forward to bite the Joker’s neck.

They both lay there panting before Bruce slid out and pulled up his pants.

“I don’t know why I do this,” he muttered.

“Because you don’t feel alive without it,” the Joker answered.” Because being with me is like looking into a distorted mirror.”

“Is that why you do it?” Bruce walked around and slumped into a chair.

“Pretty much,” answered the Joker.

FIN

pepper202 @ 2008-08-18T18:10:00

2008-08-18T22:14:54Z

[Error: close lj-embed tag without open tag]oni_butterfly has made me these icons

So, I have written this:

Title: Taking Points
Author: Pepper202
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry/Severus
Word Count: 639
Warning: this is CrackY in the extreme

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

Summer was over and the new school year had begun at Hogwarts. Harry Potter was enjoying himself very much. He loved teaching his classes, coaching Quidditch and co-habiting with his lover, Severus Snape.

Harry and Severus had spent part of the summer traveling, and part of the summer at Hogwarts. Severus found it hard to get used to Harry living with him, particularly because Harry was not the neatest person. They had had a passion filled vacation, with Severus alternating between being angry with Harry and expelling his anger with Harry in passionate sex.

Now that they were back at school and busy with their classes, Harry asked two of the house elves to make sure the apartment stayed clean, but not too clean, because he liked Severus to yell at him and then take him. He didn't want Severus to be truly upset or displeased, however.

It was Saturday and the first Quidditch match of the year was Slythern vs. Ravenclaw. Severus had gone ahead to the game, and was good naturedly gloating over Professor Flitwick when he felt a hand on his bits. He looked down, but saw nothing before he realized that Harry must have come to the game in his invisibility cloak.

“You little brat,” he murmured when Flitwick's attention was on the game.

Harry chuckled in his ear and removed his hand. “I'll be back, “he promised.

Severus continued to watch the game, now achingly hard and grateful for his loose robes. Flitwick was crowing in his ear about the goal that Ravenclaw had just made. Severus looked up and saw Harry entering the stands and, good lord, the boy was wearing those dragon hide pants that Severus loved so much. Severus both appreciated the Slytherin subtlety of Harry's plan, and cursed him because there was absolutely no way that both of them could leave the game together.

“Severus,” Harry greeted his lover and slipped his arm through his. Severus cursed Harry in his mind. Harry knew how much he loved those pants. Harry had been unable to wear them out of the apartment the first three times that he put them on because Severus had grabbed him, pulled them down and shagged him within an inch of his life.

“Harry, my boy,” Flitwick greeted him. “I’ve been keeping Severus company while he waited for you.” Flitwick patted Harry's hand in a friendly manner.

When Severus saw Professor Flitwick touch Harry, he felt a spike of jealousy. Then it hit him, he was standing at a Quidditch game jealous because Professor Flitwick had patted Harry on the hand. Jealous over Harry because Harry was his. And then, Harry smiled at him and Severus threw an arm over Harry's shoulders. Severus decided that a bit of jealousy from time to time was ok, because he had someone to be jealous about.

After the game, Harry and Severus went back to their quarters. The door was barely shut before Severus shoved Harry against the wall. “You've been a bad boy, Mr. Potter,” he murmured. “I should take fifty points from Gryffindor. “ He moved to unbutton Harry's tight trousers.

“Come into the bedroom,” he ordered. “For what I want to do, we'll need the big bed.”

In the Great Hall, Minerva McGonagall looked at the diminished Gryffindor points and muttered to herself” I need to have a long talk with Harry and Severus. Tomorrow.”

pepper202 @ 2008-08-18T18:04:00

2008-08-18T22:04:47Z

Title: A Visit to Arkham (5/5)

Author: pepper202 and Mummifiedmiss
Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Warning: None, really.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings,
warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

The Joker LOVED to have his hair pulled. He loved it. Loved it. Loved it. When Batman pulled his hair, it took everything he had not to scream in delight. He settled for a low moan, and he leaned in to kiss and be kissed again. One hand was unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt.

Batman kissed him only briefly before taking Joker's bottom lip in between his teeth. He bit down hard on the soft flesh. He could feel blood start to fill in between his teeth. He wanted to hear Joker moan again. It was so delightful to hear it so clearly near his ears. His heat jolted with desire. Bruce began to fiddle with Joker's pants, roughly beginning to pull them off.

The Joker moaned again. Batman had gotten his pants off and most of his shirt. He was naked and vulnerable and he wanted to feel Batman's power over him.

"Throw me against the wall," he moaned.

Batman grabbed the back of Joker's neck and threw him harshly into the spot he had just been on. He made sure to grind Joker's face into the wall as he prepared to free his manhood from the suit. He pressed his body hard into Joker's back, making sure his chest plates ground into his flesh.

"Fuuccckkkk," the Joker moaned." Keep doing that, Batsy," He wiggled against Batman.

"There's lotion, somewhere," He gestured to the almost empty room. "By the sink, I think" he pointed toward the sink so that Batman could see the dispenser.” I love pain, but not that much."

Batman grabbed the lotion with little effort, as the room was very small. Once his manhood was free, he dispensed some lotion into his gloved hand and slicked himself. He thrust into Joker with no warning, pressing his body hard against the pale form beneath him. His thrusts were hard and deep, making sure that Joker would not be able to walk with ease the next day.
The Joker bit his lip to keep from screaming. The pain/pleasure combination was intense and he loved it.

"Fuck me!" He whimpered." Harder! I need it harder!” He was meeting Batman's thrusts, but he still needed more.

Batman used all of his strength and gave Joker the painful thrusts that his demented brain needed. He was pretty sure that any harder and there would be bleeding. He had a hold of Joker's hair, still pulling it with a harsh passion. With his other hand, he held one of the Joker's wrists. It was a tight grasp, probably cutting off circulation.
"Yes," the Joker sighed. Batman was giving him exactly what he needed. He moaned as his hair was pulled. Moaned as his wrist was bruised. And came convulsively as the Batman kissed him and bit his lip, hard.

Batman felt Joker's body shudder beneath his own as he came. Batman exploded just seconds after Joker, his body arching into the other's as he felt the sweet release. Batman moved his rough kisses down to Joker's neck, biting it hard where his neck and shoulder met. At this point, he did not care what kind of mark he left on the Joker.
The Joker waited until their harsh breathing had subsided before whispering

"Thank You. You gave me just what I needed. How did you know?"
Batman smirked. He pulled back some and ran a leather hand down Joker's spine. He stopped at his tailbone and then grabbed his waist, turning him around to face each other. Batman stared at the Joker. Even with all the pain, for once he looked sane.
"Thank you," the Joker whispered. "You made all the pain go away."

"Happy to be the only therapy that works..." Batman gave a half smile, staring at Joker one more time before giving him a kiss. It wasn't rough this time, but it was brief.

"When will you be back?" the Joker asked, knowing that Batman would have to leave soon. Even his payment to Crane wouldn't ensure privacy too much longer.

“I don't know yet...I can't come too often...people will talk," Batman shifted and stared out of the cell. "Not that they won't when Crane gets wind of what we are doing," Batman scowled. He knew his image would be tainted and stained once the people of Gotham found out about him screwing around with Joker.

"Crane can be silenced," The Joker said darkly. "You'd better go."

Batman nodded. He bent his down and grabbed Joker's clothes, handing them to him. "Better get dressed," he ran a gloved hand through the others hair before turning to leave. A blink and then he was nowhere to be seen. He was soon outside.
The Joker got dressed slowly and then lay down on his bed and went to sleep. His sleep was dreamless and when he awoke, someone had placed a blanket over him, evidence of Batman watching over him.

pepper202 @ 2008-08-18T18:01:00

2008-08-18T22:01:49Z

Title: A Visit to Arkham (4/5)
Authors: pepper202 and mummifiedmiss
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Warning: It's Batman. It's Joker. It's Slash.You do the math.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to us. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: These authors are not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

The Joker waited until Crane had returned to his office.

"Oh, Batsy," he cooed. "You came back for me".

He wrapped his arms around the Batman and reached up for another kiss.

Joker was not dry enough yet his clothes still damp with freezing water. Batman held onto Joker's waist and held on firmly. He returned the kiss to Joker, tongue flicking deeply inside his mouth, running it over the puckered scars.

"See, Batsy," the Joker murmured when they broke the kiss. “I’m your obsession, just as you're mine."

He ran his hands across the batsuit.

"This is gorgeous. You must have a spectacular body under that suit, “he cackled with glee.

"And, you're all mine!"

Batman felt a heat surge through him as Joker fondled with his suit. He wanted those hands touching his bare skin. Batman wrapped an arm around Joker's waist, pulling him close to his spectacular body. His groin and thighs tingled once the other's warmth was pressed firmly against his body.

"So, what did you have to do to get Crane to let you in here?" The Joker asked.

“I certainly hope, for his sake, that the water torture stops."

"A little...cash compensation...and the water torture is at an end. For now of course, you know how Crane is," Batman still held onto Joker tightly. "You still cold?"

"No," the Joker curled himself around Batman.” Not anymore. But, next time you can bring me a couple of blankets." He was silent for a few minutes.

"At first I did it because Gotham without crime just wasn't Gotham. But, then I did it to get your attention. I wanted you to pay attention to me. And, now you are. I promise that I won't kill Dr. Crane or Dr. Quinzel... as long as you keep paying attention, Bats."

Sounds a lot like blackmail," Batman said into his ear. "You can get in a lot of trouble for blackmailing the cities main form of control," he whispered gruffly. He wanted to make Joker shiver and quake. A small smirk crossed his face. He started kissing gently the side of Joker's head and chin. He nipped softly at the Joker's earlobe.

"Oh, I am not blackmailing you, Batman,” the Joker shivered at Batman's treatment.

"I'm just reminding you that I'm not cute and cuddly," he allowed the Batman to continue kissing him for a few minutes, and then turned squarely on his lap and kissed him forcefully, shoving his tongue in his mouth and shoving his groin at him.

Cute and cuddly were the last words anyone would describe Joker as. That had been well proven over time. Especially now as Batman felt Joker's harsh tongue in his mouth. Even through his suit, as the other thrust at him, he could feel Joker's heat burning between them. That would not liquefy him so easily, however. Though the feeling of wanting to fuck the daylight out of Joker was a persistent one.

The Joker had gone from very cold to very hot in a short period of time. He could feel that Batman was on edge, and he felt that he alone knew how dangerous the man in black was.

That's why the Joker felt that they were two sides of a coin. The Batman simply used his energy to protect while the Joker used his to destroy.

"Mmm," The Joker broke the kiss and looked deep into Batman's eyes.

"I want you.....Bruce"

Batman was only slightly shocked to hear his name from the painted villain. He knew Joker was not stupid, and his knowing of his true identity would be of no surprise to him. Only, unfriendly ears are always near and he would have to forbid the use of his real name. "Don't say that here," he whispered gruffly. He stroked roughly on Joker's hair, remembering how he loved to be in pain. This would be an entirely different experience to the playboy billionaire.

pepper202 @ 2008-08-15T18:06:00

2008-08-15T22:07:41Z

Title: A Visit to Arkham (3/5)

Author: </a></a>pepper202and </a></a>mummifiedmiss

Rating: NC-17 overall
PG-13 this part.

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Warning: It's Batman. It's Joker. It's Slash. Do the math.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to us. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: These authors are not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: This is the result of a roleplay between </a></a>pepper202 and </a></a>mummifiedmiss

Pt.1
Pt.2

"What can I do for you, Batman?" Dr. Crane asked, getting up from his desk." I thought that you left. "

"I was leaving...and noticed something...I see your torment has extended to Joker," he replied. He was still at the door to Crane's office.
"Oh, it's not torment" Crane took off his glasses and polished them. He put them back on and looked at Batman. "It's a technique to return to Joker to sanity. Surely you want him sane so that he can stand trial for his crimes."

Surely you understand that there is no return from such an insane state by dunking him in frigid water. Its torture." he spat on the words. Batman stared hard at Crane, loathing every bit of the demented man.

"Batman, you are not a psychiatrist. You have no idea of the inner workings of the human mind. The cold water is meant to snap the Joker back into reality. A wake-up call, if you will.

After a couple of months of treatment, he should be fine."

"There is no 'fine' with Joker's brand of insanity," Batman had honestly never heard of the treatment being used for civil reasons, leaving him to believe Crane was full of crap. Crane was right though, he was no psychiatrist, but he did know that you can't just 'cure' insanity.

"You see, Batman" Crane said, taking off his glasses and rubbing the lenses." The treatment is actually 'good' for the Joker, whatever he may tell you otherwise."

“Having him freeze in his cell is 'good' for him?" Batman would fail to see Crane's logic, or rather, a lack thereof. "You will stop the treatment," he finally said in more or less a demanding tone of voice.

"Oh, I think it will take a little more than that." Crane looked up at Batman with falsely innocent eyes.

"A little silver would go a long way to changing my mind about this treatment". He said slyly.

"How much silver?" he asked, knowing exactly how he can get it to Crane. It never did take much to persuade Jonathan Crane, show a little wealth and he's on your good side...for as long as you’re paying him. Batman's arms were crossed across his chest, stance firm and still.

"Oh, a few thousand dollars...donated to the Asylum, of course.” Crane answered with a smirk. “Of course, if you wanted to ...interrogate... the Joker, privately, the price does go up.

A donation of ten thousand ought to do it."

A low grumble from the Batman, then a silent agreement to paying ten thousand dollars. "I'll get your money." Batman uncrossed his arms and headed swiftly out of the door. It seemed that he morphed in front of Joker's cell, darkness still surrounding him.

Crane followed Batman back to the Joker's cell.

"I trust you for the money, Batman" he told him. Slowly, he pulled out a key ring and unlocked the cell, smirking at Batman before returning to his own office.

Batman didn't respond, and waited for Crane to leave before he would decide to talk with Joker. As soon as he slipped back into the office, Batman opened the door slightly. "Step back..." he commanded Joker.

The Joker had started to warm up and his clothes had started to dry. He did as the Batman asked and moved back.

"Back so soon, Batsy?" he asked. “I knew that you couldn't get enough of me."

He stared at Batman, daring him with his gaze.

He shot a warning glare at him, warning Joker to not push his luck. He could have him locked back in as soon and quick as he had him unlocked. He shut the door behind him and stared at the cold man. "Now we can talk...properly..."

pepper202 @ 2008-08-15T18:06:00

2008-08-15T22:06:53Z

Title: A Visit to Arkham (2/5)
Authors: </a></a>pepper202 and </a></a>mummifiedmiss
rating: nc-17 overall
R this part
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Warning: It's Batman, It's Joker, it's slash. You do the math.
Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal conset for your country.

Inside Crane's office was not much brighter than in the hall. It had an eerie vibe. Crane sat and offered Batman to do the same. He stood silent and stared hard at the deranged man. "No?" was Crane's simple, soft reply. He had little to say for himself concerning the treatment of patients, no remorse to speak of. Batman had already a diminishing respect for Crane, but even more so now that he found out the goings-on. He threatened Crane with everything he could throw at him: Money, stature, publicity...himself. Crane gave him his word. It dripped deceit. Batman knew he'd be back to solve the problem another way, but for now, the man in black would remain peaceful. He left the office without as much as a breath of air. He started his way down the hall.

The Joker saw Batman come out of Crane's office and began to scream.

"B-B-Batman" he stuttered through chattering teeth. “Oh, B-B-Bats. Come here." The Joker hadn't managed to warm up and he was shaking with cold. He desperately wanted Batman to come over to him. The desire spiked through him like a drug. He wanted Batman to come over and make the shaking stop.

"D-D-D-Did you C-C-Come to visit me? You haven't been around in a while and I have missed the fun that we have. W-W-We haven't D-D-Danced in a while. Haven't Y-Y-You thought about your old pal Joker? 'Cause I've been thinking of you

Batman looked over quickly to cell that contained the noisy baboon. He stopped, watching for a second, until he heard Joker beckoning him over. He walked over. What's the harm? Let him have his fun before he leaves him to his lonely and dark thoughts. "That's all you see to do in here...think of me," his voice was his typical growl. "What do you want, Joker?" he asked, voice raking over the silence of the hall. He noticed the dripping mess on the floor, then the shivering mass in front of him. The room was devoid of comfort. No blanket, no comfortable mattress. His dark eyes scanned over the Joker, his hair was a pitiful mess and his skin riddled with goose bumps. It seems torment on the Joker is the game for the orderlies.

"I do think of you, Batman" The Joker clenched his teeth to stop his shivering. “I think of you as you think of me. All the time." He shook his head like a wet dog and sneezed twice.

“Why do you think that you're here tonight?" he asked the dark suited man in front of him.

"Because you were thinking of me." He stood and held Batman's gaze for a moment and then said." You see what's going on. Make it stop."

Batman made a noise of frustration when water hit his face from Joker's mangy hair. "You're wet," he almost said with a sort of mockery. "And I'm not here for you...I am here for the other patients," Lies. Not a complete lie, but Joker needn't know. He stared at the other. Watching the scarred man shiver like that made him cold inside. He could have sworn he saw Joker's breath in the chilly air.

The Joker reached out and touched Batman's face, tracing a rivulet of water that had spattered under the mask. He felt the other man tremble and felt a thrill of power.

The Joker knew that his fingers were cold, but Batman's skin felt burning hot under his fingertips. He continued to trace Batman's skin even after the water had evaporated.

He stared hard at the other, and then jerked his head away from the freezing fingers that groped his face. A chill ran down his spine. "Stop that," he ordered. Batman stepped a little further back from the pitiful wet heap. Another long stare and he had turned to leave, wanting to get away quickly from Joker.

"Why so nervous, Batsy?" the Joker taunted. "Surely you're not afraid of being touched by me. Or, maybe you're afraid of how the touch makes you feel."

He stopped and turned around to face Joker. Batman stepped closer to the bars, leaving only a couple inches of space between them. The chill radiated from Joker, leaving his skin with goose bumps. "I'm not afraid of you," he said finally, challenging the Joker.

The Joker reached out and took Batman's face between both of his hands.

"Yes, you are" He purred before kissing Batman.

"You're afraid of how I make you feel."

Batman stood, stunned and silent. Joker's kiss sent chills down his spine, the scars only adding to the curious feeling. He pulled his head away from the other man's grasp, giving a look of disgust. He couldn't move though. His body stayed in place, inches from the Joker's reach. The Dark Knight continued his hard gaze.

"See" The Joker whispered. "I know exactly how you feel. Right now you're disgusted but hoping that it'll happen again. You try not to think about me, but you do anyway. You tell yourself that you won't think about me, and then you do it again. Why exactly do you think you're here tonight?"

"I told you why I am here tonight." he responded quickly with a harsh voice. He grew impatient with himself. He began to wonder why he always stumbled into the same game with Joker. The man in black knew why. He would never admit it though. He finally moved himself again, but not away, just off to the side. He needed to regain the control over the situation, but with Joker around, that was a sure miss.

"You're here because you wanted to see me. Admit it, Batsy. You can't stop thinking about me." his voice dropped to a whisper.” You want me to kiss you again."

"Never," Batman sprung at the bars, grabbing them, frustration filling his head. His voice was gravelly, the harsh sound of it reverberating off the walls. His jaw was clenched tightly, the muscles locking up. His fists wrung around the bars. He hated the Joker's games.

Oh, really" The Joker purred, reaching out and grabbing the Batman's face with his two hands. Without warning, he kissed the Batman harshly, probing his lips with his tongue until the other man opened his mouth. The Joker took his sweet time exploring Batman's mouth.

Finally, he broke the kiss and said. “I told you so"

The Joker resisted the urge to taunt Batman again, instead pulling him into another kiss. This one lasted even longer than the first one and the Joker could feel the heat from Batman's skin in the palms of his hands. The Joker kissed the Batman and wished that they didn't have a steel door between him. He wanted to feel the heat of his body.

Batman's heart raced beneath his protective suit, thudding hard against the sleek Kevlar. The Joker was freezing cold, sending more chills down his spine. The kiss sent a warm chill down his chest, his abdomen, and finally his groin. His body felt hot. He wanted to grab the man on the other side and never let go. But, the iron bars made it difficult for him to carry out his deep desire. He settled for something less. He rose up his hands and grabbed the drenched shirt around Joker's sides. .

The Joker shivered as Batman grabbed him. That was what turned him on the most. The fact that Batman was stronger, physically, than him. He remembered the way Batman had slammed his head into the table, the times Batman had captured him, and the thrill that went with it. He was feeling that thrill now. He forgot all about being cold.

Batman's body was pressed firmly against the cold iron, trying to get as close as possible to Joker. He let go of his shirt and grabbed his hips instead, pulling him into the bars. Given any other situation, the kiss would not have been as thrilling, but the bars made it seem so naughty and forbidden, even more so than if they weren't. His tongue darted in and out of Joker's mouth, running it along the scars on his cheeks.

The Joker raised his hand and grabbed the back of Batman's neck, trying to align their bodies, but he was defeated by the suit.

Breathing harshly, he demanded "Do something about this, Batman. Find a way so we can be alone. Otherwise, I'll be forced to escape, and who knows what mayhem I'll cause when I do."

Batman gazed around, unsure of what to decide to do. "I can't just take you out of here," he loosened his grip on Joker. "There would be no reason to in everyone else's eyes." he thought for a moment. "I'll think of something..." he began to pull away.

"Oh, no... Don't go" The Joker begged. "Crane is corrupt. You ought to be able to work something out with him."

"...fine," Batman loosened Joker's grip and stepped back. "I'll have you out," his dark shape disappeared into the darkness of the hallway, and then slipped soundlessly into Dr. Crane's office. "Crane..." his voice pierced the darkness.

pepper202 @ 2008-08-15T18:04:00

2008-08-15T22:05:21Z

Title: A Visit to Arkham (1/5)

Author: </a></a>pepper202 and </a></a>mummifiedmiss

Rating: NC-17overall
PG-13 this part.

Pairing: Batman/Joker
Warning: None, really. I mean, it's slash, it's Batman, it's Joker. You do the math

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N : This is the result of a roleplay between </a></a>pepper202and </a></a>mummifiedmiss

He wasn't sure he should care; after all, this was the same man who continually threatens Gotham. It is only right that he receives treatment at least remotely similar to the torture he made all those undeserving people go through. Bruce stood in front of his suit, its special fabric bright in the halogen lights that flooded the room. Word had leaked out that Joker was being mistreated, though he was positive that Joker did not hate it entirely. He gave a frustrated sigh and opened the case to his suit. Just this once he would do something for the good of the villain. It never takes long to dress in his suit, a couple minutes and soon enough, he's the dark knight of Gotham. Bruce would take his time though, as he would have enough time to think about his moral dilemma on the way to the asylum.

The Joker always made a point of being a pain, of not being compliant, of harassing the orderlies and the other patients. It was always in the back of his mind that his antics would catch the attention of Batman, who he knew was keeping a close eye on him while he was at Arkham. It wasn't only Batman who was watching Arkham. It had come out that Dr. Jonathon Crane had been drugging his patients and had poisoned the water supply. The Joker had seen rich philanthropists like Bruce Wayne come through the asylum and he knew the police commissioner paid frequent visits.

That was why it was so shocking-literally- that he was being water boarded every day, under the guise of "treatment". The Joker knew that someone would find out about this sooner or later, and he would take advantage of their generosity to do something to get Batman's attention yet again. He would pay his tormentors back for the treatment he received.

What was the reason for this sudden concern for the Joker's well-being? It wasn't anything new that he was being abused by somebody. It's always somebody. But perhaps the reason is this time; patients were starting to get caught up in the Joker's treatment. Bruce was convinced that was all he was going for, a reason for anything different would be absurd. He figured he'd 'protect' the Joker and there'd be nothing to it, no strings attached. It was never so simple with Joker though. He'd probably find a reason to make his life even more complicated. Bruce knows the painted man always loves a good beating before finally being submitted somewhere.

Bruce went outside, covered by the perfect darkness of Gotham. He began to make his trip to Arkham. Who knows, maybe he would be lucky enough to catch the tormentors at work before roughening them up a little. What was going on needed to stop, he was just hoping, quite uselessly, that he would be able to do this without problem...or repercussions.

Batman wasn't lurking, but the shadows made it seem that way. Slinking and creeping across cold brick buildings. He was getting nearer to the Arkham Asylum, well, about half way at least. He took his time in getting there; he was in no hurry to see Joker. It was never a thrill. They've played cat and mouse since Joker first learned of him. He always found himself playing Joker's games which he never realized he was until something catastrophic happened in his wake. Batman found himself getting frustrated, asking over and over why he should give two shits about the Joker, only replying over and over that it was for the other patients.

Almost there

The Joker was finally back in his room, shivering in the cold night air. They had not changed his soaked clothing, and they had taken the blankets from the bed. He curled up on the mattress and as always, when he let his mind wander, his thoughts came right back to Batman. He knew that he would escape soon; he had been making plans for weeks. He wondered if that was the reason that they had taken his blankets. No matter... His plans were almost complete. He would escape Arkham, and engage the Batman in another game. What made Batman so fun to play with was that he always pursued the Joker with a single mindedness. The Joker loved being the complete center of Batman's concentration. His mind switched back to the first time Batman had captured him. Hanging upside down had given him a thrill so potent that it was intensely sexual. The Joker had been hard and throbbing for hours after Batman had caught him, and he felt the same rush every time he came face to face with his nemesis. They were yin and yang, light and dark, two sides of a coin- like that coin that Two-Face always used.

The Joker curled himself into a ball as he tried to get his shivering to stop. He knew that sooner or later, Batman had to find out what they were doing to him and the other patients.

Batman never makes direct entrances to anyplace, not even his own home. There are always side doors and back ways for which he could enter without raising too many distractions. He slipped into the hospital, mostly unnoticed. The bright lights made it difficult to be unseen. No matter, as no one was really that shocked to see him. He made frequent visits. All for the Joker. Batman needed to see someone different first. Dr. Crane. He needed a reason for such sadistic abuse on the other patients. Just a quick visit. However, it was difficult to shake up such a man, getting his message across would not be so easy.

The Joker rolled off the bed and began pacing his cell in an attempt to warm up. It wasn't really working and he peered through the small barred window to see if there was an orderly in the hall. There wasn't and the lights were turned low so that he could barely see anything.

A long black shadow detached itself from the wall and disappeared into the office that the Joker knew to be Dr. Crane's. The Joker knew that Dr. Crane was even crazier than the patients and that he often experimented on them. The Joker hadn't been chosen for Crane's experiments, yet, probably because Commissioner Gordon and Batman kept a close eye on him. Or, perhaps because Crane's experiments often made the patients worse, and no one wanted to imagine the Joker getting worse. The Joker liked to think it was because Batman was watching, but he flattered himself that no one wanted him getting worse. Sometimes, he shivered in delight at the amount of mayhem he would be able to cause if Crane did experiment on him.

Suddenly it occurred to the Joker that the long black shadow was Batman and that he was watching over the Joker. He was here, in Arkham.

Happy(slightly belated) Birthday

2008-08-11T19:11:39Z

[Error: close lj-embed tag without open tag]

alisanne

I'm sorry it's slightly belated. I was out of town and away from my computer. I'll try to do a drabble for you in the next couple of days.

pepper202 @ 2008-08-11T13:09:00

2008-08-11T17:12:37Z

Title: Being Batman

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word Count: 1340

Warning: There's violence, then sex. It’s consensual.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: Miss one?

The Dance We Do
No Lies Between Us
Taking Off the Masks

A/N2- I do alot of work with youth gangs, which is where I got the background for some of this chapter.

Three days after the he showed the Joker the farmhouse, Commissioner Gordon contacted Batman.

“Gotham needs you.”

When Batman reported to Commissioner Gordon, he was surprised by what Gordon told him.

“We have two types of crimes. “ he told him. “Joker led and non-Joker led. And, half of my police force has become bent again. I don't know who is paying them off, but I don't think it's the Joker.”

“The Joker led crimes include two bank robberies that he apparently led himself. Mob banks again, which provides kind of poetic justice, in my book. What's left of Moroni's people are upset about their money getting gone, to say the least. They won't dare take on the Joker, because he's proven himself too crazy. “ Batman sighed as he took all of this in.

“And, we have an even worse problem.” Commissioner Gordon continued. “ There have been a couple of new ganga cropping up. Young toughs who are just crazy enough to take on the Joker. The worst of them are a group of kids who used to be 'lost boys'. There were all former child soldiers. They have no fear, no morality. Killing is how they know to solve problems. I shudder to think them fighting the Joker, who also doesn't give a shit.”

Batman set out to systematically deal with Gotham's problems. He interrupted a couple of drug shipments and turned the information over to Gordon, who rounded up what turned out to be the remnants of Moroni's gang, trying to make a comeback.

The lost boys gang proved harder to stop . They weren't into drugs or liquor. They were weapons dealers, but only to get money to bring more members of their family over from Africa.They were immigrants, fighting for jobs, housing and increased benefits for their families. They had been attracted to Gotham because of economic incentives offered by Wayne Enterprises. They feared neither the Batman nor the Joker.

About a week after Gordon had called Batman back into service, he was following a lead on someone who was selling weapons to the lost boys when he encountered the Joker himself in an empty apartment with a suitcase full of guns.

“How could you?” he roared.

“Come on, Batsy.” The Joker protested.” This is what you wanted.”

“What I wanted” Batman bodily lifted the Joker and slammed him against another wall.

“Yes. You wanted Gotham to need you again, and now they do.” said the Joker.

“And selling guns to a bunch of former child soldiers?” Batman shoved the Joker against the wall a little harder.

“Well, now, that's...well...that's...those guys are tougher than coffin nails.” said the Joker. “ They fear nothing. “

“So, you think that a good idea would be to sell them some guns?” Batman roared as he slammed the Joker against the wall for a third time.

“Well, now that you put it that way.” The Joker pouted, but the truth was that he was so turned on by Batman's anger that he felt if he slammed him one more time he would come in his pants.

“You drive me crazy.” Batman growled before covering the Joker's lips with his own. The Joker moaned as their tongues dueled and Batman pulled his hair with his gloved hand. When both men broke the kiss to gasp for air, the Joker shifted to grind his erection against the Batman's armour.

“God, I want you.” Batman growled.” Why, I don't know.”

It was harder to get out of the Batman armour than it looked, and it took Batman a few minutes to divest himself of his armour and another few minutes to get the Joker undressed.

“There's lube in my back pocket.” The Joker whispered, and Batman reached in and found a small tube of vaseline similar to the one they used the first time they had sex.

He used it to quickly prepare the Joker.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.” he ordered, lifting the Joker up and positioning himself to breach him.

“I'm going to be fucked by Batman, I'm going to be fucked by Batman.” The Joker chanted softly as Batman entered him.

“Yes, you are.” Batman growled before capturing the Joker's lips again in a kiss.

The Joker panted softly as Batman thrust into him. Batman was still wearing his gloves and when the Joker saw this, he begged Batman.” Touch me. Touch me with your gloves.”

Batman shifted his hips so he could hit the Joker's prostate and he instructed him.”Hold on tight.”

He reached between them with his gloved hands and grasped the Joker's weeping erection. It only took a few pulls before the Joker was wailing and spilling his release into the Batman's glove.

Feeling the Joker come triggered Batman's own release and he shuddered against the Joker before his knees gave out and they both collapsed on the floor.

“So, I guess you like being Batman full time, again” The Joker commented as they both fought to regain their breath.

“Get dressed and come with me.” Batman ordered.

The Joker hurried to comly, feeling his cock twitch at Batman's voice. Batman got redressed as well and grabbed the Joker's arm and dragged him down to where the Batpod was waiting.

“Get on.” he ordered. After the Joker had obeyed, Batman fastened him to his body with a cord from his utility belt.

“If anyone sees us, I'm taking you back to Arkham Asylum.” Batman told the Joker.

“You have to take me back to Arkham Asylum tonight, anyway.” The Joker told him.

Batman didn't say anything as he started the Batpod. The changes that had taken place in the month since the Joker had escaped from Arkham Asylum weren't to Batman's liking. Dr. Crane had been reinstated and a new doctor, Harley Quinzel had been added to the staff. Batman didn't really care for Dr. Quinzel and he loathed Dr. Crane. He didn't like the idea of the Joker going back there, but he wasn't sure what else he could do. He wanted the Joker to stay out, but that probably wasn't the best idea either.

He pulled into the driveway of the farmhouse and hid the Batpod in the garage.

“Come on.” he growled, pulling the Joker by the arm. Batman removed his mask and revealed his face, covered with black makeup. Bruce began to remove the black makeup with some cold cream.

He reached over and spread some on the Joker's face, as well.

“The moment of truth”. The Joker said and giggled nervously. He still felt uncomfortable around Bruce without his makeup.

Bruce turned on the shower and pulled the Joker in with him. He wet a thick wash cloth and washed off first his makeup, then the Joker's/

“There's those gorgeous green eyes.” Bruce murmured. The Joker didn't answer, but he used his hands to explore Bruce's body. He hadn't done that much before.

“How did you get this scar?” The Joker's fingers probed a scar on Bruce's shoulder.

“Being Batman.” Bruce answered and then leaned forward and kissed him.

“And this one?” The Joker touched a scar on Bruce's arm.

“Being Batman.” Bruce was now soaping them both up, sliding their bodies together, getting ready to initiate sex again.

“And this one?” The Joker gently touched a scar on Bruce's side.

“That? That I got in a Chinese prison.” Bruce answered, then reached out and pulled him to him.

Fin.

pepper202 @ 2008-08-11T13:04:00

2008-08-11T17:07:46Z

Title: Taking off the Masks

Author: Pepper202

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Word Count: 1620

Warning: The sex gets pretty violent, but it’s consensual.

Disclaimer: The Batman and Joker belong to a lot of people, but not to me. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.

Additional Disclaimer: This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

A/N: This is the sequel to The Dance We Do and No Lies Between Us

A/N2: This chapter is kind of the calm before the storm.

Bruce Wayne was worried. He was so worried that he couldn’t really concentrate on the Opera that he was supposed to be watching, or the two young ladies that were sitting at his side. He was with Heidi and Madison again and they were both having a great time. The Opera was fantastic, and Bruce was one of those rare people that actually enjoyed Opera. Especially when he was in his private box and all eyes were on Gotham’s richest playboy.

But, Bruce Wayne was worried. The Joker had left his penthouse two weeks ago and hadn’t been seen since. Since the Batman couldn’t go out on the street as much as he used to(although he was still welcomed by some people) Bruce had to rely on Lucius Fox to get information for him. There were some very strange things happening on the street right now. The Joker had been seen and not seen. He had been taking over, he had been making alliances and he had done nothing.

Bruce knew, despite the fact that they were lovers, it wasn’t exactly as though the Joker were sane or anything. Bruce knew that he needed to be grateful that no one had been killed yet, that he knew of. He also knew that the Joker would probably find him sooner or later, anyway.

Bruce felt his cell phone buzzing in his pocket and he excused himself to his dates.

He ducked into the hall and answered the phone.

“Bruce Wayne” he answered.

“Brucey” It was the Joker.” I need you!” It was a plea from the heart.

Bruce had been busy in the past two weeks. He had realized that his penthouse wasn’t the best place to have the Joker come and visit. Alfred aside, someone was bound to notice sooner or later. So, under the alias of Lamont Cranston, he purchased a farmhouse outside of town. The nearest neighbors on either side were a mile away, at least. It would be a perfect place for he and the Joker to meet, when they did meet.

“What’s the matter?” he asked the Joker.

“I need you.” The Joker repeated.

Bruce gave him the address of the farmhouse..” Can you get there?”he asked. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m not hurt. Will you be there?” asked the Joker.

“I’m leaving right now.” Bruce disconnected the call and went and told his dates that something had come up. He assured them that his limo would be waiting to take them home, and they could have dinner on him at his restaurant.

Bruce left and rented a nondescript car to drive to the farmhouse. He went and unlocked the door and turned on the lights. The Joker was sitting on the couch, pulling at his hair. He had full makeup on, as always, but Bruce could tell that he was in distress.

“Here I am.” Bruce told the Joker.

“Help me!” The Joker moaned.” I need you. Fuck me. Hit me.. Please!”

Bruce sighed. He had thought a lot about this aspect of their relationship as well. What worried him was not that the Joker wanted to be hurt, but that the Joker wanted him to hurt him. That first time, in the interrogation room, the rush had been sexual. He had hated himself for feeling a sexual rush with every encounter with the Joker until the party, when the Joker had told him” It’s not rape if I’m asking for it”. This comment allowed Bruce/Batman to initiate their sexual contact.

Bruce shoved the Joker against the wall, hard. ‘Get your clothes off” he commanded, beginning to carefully remove his expensive, hand sewn tuxedo.

The Joker complied, showing Bruce his body with its various scars. Bruce noticed that his hair was greener than it normally was. The Joker must have dyed his hair in the past two weeks.

When Bruce was completely undressed, he went into the bedroom and got the lube he had put there.

“Spread your legs” he ordered the Joker, who was undressed and waiting for him. He quickly prepared the Joker and entered him.

“Yes?” he growled in the Joker’s ear.

“Yes, “ The Joker signed, and then moaned as Bruce slapped him. “Oh yes,” he moaned, rocking into Bruce’s thrusts.

Bruce realized that everything that had taken place in his life the past two weeks, paled in comparison to what was happening now. How could he enjoy having sex with the Joker so much? How could he enjoy hitting him?

“More, Brucey, more” The Joker moaned, panting beneath him.

“Don’t you ever shut up during sex?” Bruce asked, slapping the Joker hard.

It was exactly what the Joker wanted, because he wailed in esctacy a few seconds later and came all over the wall. Bruce tried to hold back, but found himself convulsing helplessly as well.

They both sank to the floor and Bruce wrapped his arms around the Joker and held him as their breathing subsided.

“What was that?” he finally asked the Joker.

“I get...jumbled. I'm less jumbled after you take me. I wasn't kidding when I said you drive me sane”

“Where have you been for the last two weeks?”

“Trying to create chaos so that you can go back to being Batman full time” the Joker answered. “Not just when they ‘think’ they need you.”

“Why?” asked Bruce.

“Because you need to be Batman, and I need you to be Batman and I am making this city to realize that they need you.” The Joker answered.” What is this place?”

“ I bought it so we could be alone.” Bruce answered, getting up from the floor.

“Come on.” He pulled the Joker up from the floor and led him into the bathroom.

“I want to take a shower.” Bruce told the Joker.” And, I want you to shower with me.” He told him. “Look- I put some makeup in here, but I don’t know exactly what kind you use.” He showed the Joker a drawer with theatrical makeup kits and green hair dye.

He got into the shower and pulled the Joker in after him.

“Do you mind if I wash you?” he asked the Joker.

“No.” The Joker answered, but Bruce noticed that he was shaking.

“Hey.” He kissed him. “ I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

“No, no” said the Joker.” It’s fine. I’m different with you. You took off your mask, kind of. I should too.”

Bruce gently soaped up the Joker, especially his hair and face. When the soap rinsed off, he could see the scars from the Joker's Glasgow Smile clearly. He cupped the Joker's face in his hands and kissed him gently.

“You shouldn't wear makeup all the time.” he told him.

“ Why?” asked the Joker.

“Because you have gorgeous eyes.” Bruce kissed him again and pulled his body against his. They were both slippery with soap, shampoo and conditioner, and their skin slid together deliciously. The kiss deepened as both men became aroused and Bruce reached between the to grasp both his cock and the Jokers and start jerking them off together.

“Oh!” The Joker gasped.” I like that. Keep doing it.”

Bruce complied, reaching for the bottle of conditioner to add some lubrication and continued to masturbate them both.

“Oh, Brucey!” The Joker moaned. Bruce could feel that they both were close, and he leaned in and bit the Joker on his neck. It did the trick, for the Joker moaned and spilled all over his hand. It was the moan that did it, and Bruce found himself coming as well, a couple of minutes after the Joker came.

Bruce rinsed them both off again and turned off the water. He had bought most of the stuff for the house himself, picking moderately priced things. He had gotten them both thick robes and thick towels because he liked them. He dried them both off and put on a robe.

“I'll be in the living room.” He told the Joker. Bruce needed time to think. He couldn't believe that he wanted the Joker as much as he did. Or, that the man occupied as much of his thoughts as much as they did.

When the Joker came out, nearly a half hour later, he was dressed in his clothes and had his makeup back on.

“So, this is our love nest.” He looked around the living room.

“It'll have to be. Some one would notice you coming to my penthouse all the time.” Bruce answered.” There are, of course, a couple of ground rules. You can't use this place for any of your funny business, and neither can I. It is for us to be together and that's it.”

“Understood.” The Joker smiled at him. A genuine smile. “ Don't worry, Brucey. I have some money. Ripping off drug dealers and mob bosses is very lucrative. I have at least two places in the city. Besides, I should be heading back to Arkham fairly soon.”

“Why?” asked Bruce.

“Because I have almost accomplished what I set out to do. Gotham will need you again, Batman. “

Fin