My frist Batman Fic <33
Title: Rooftops
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: R-ish?
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Disclaimer: I don't own them sadly...cause if I did...they'd never be dressed or leave bed...<3 this is just for fun ^_^
A/N: This is my first Batman fic...sooo I hope everyone likes..
The Joker took a breath, the wind of Gotham playing through his hair like the fingers of a lover. Spreading his arms out wide like awaiting an embrace or getting ready to take flight he closed maddened emerald eyes. His mind was on a man in black. A being of shadows and justice. As surely as the sun rises in the morning, his dark knight would soon be there. To stop him, to engage him in their endless waltz once more. He heard the rustle of a cape behind him and he didn’t turn. He didn’t need too, he knew the ragged draw of breath better then his own.
“There are better ways to call me you know.” Came the rasp. The Joker smirked a little, licking his lips slowly. He turned his head slightly, he didn’t look to the man behind him though, it was one of their rules, no looking. Looking would mean seeing…really seeing, and that would ruin it, make it too real for the man that occupied every waking though of the scarred man.
“We both know, uh, I’d never use them.” He replied easily and couldn’t contain the look of near bliss as arms snaked around his waist, anchoring him to a hard body made of armor and muscle, as if the Joker might flee under the imposition of physical contact. The Joker snorted at the thought, be it punches or kisses he’d never run from that hand’s of the Bat. If anything he’d run deliriously thrilled into them before anything else.
“What do you want?”
“You.” The answer was simple, and deadly serious. He nearly rolled his eyes, they went though this each time, each midnight meeting on the roof tops in the Narrows. The Joker felt the arms tighten imperceptibly around him and a gloved hand tilt his head back roughly. Hot lips descended on his neck and made him giggle as he pictured Batman with novelty Dracula teeth and his giggles were quickly dissolved into moans, soft and needy as the other gloved hand gabbed him firmly through his pants.
His hips bucked into the hard hand needy sounds escaping his ruined mouth. His belt was undone with a speed that rivaled their first time on the roof of an old warehouse months ago. It had been fast and near punishing in it’s harshness, it had been perfect. Pants shoved down his thighs he closed his eyes in anticipation as he heard armored plates snap open, his lover’s breath ragged in his ear making him shiver.
He didn’t prepare him, the dark knight never bothered with that, not with him. He was entered rough and fast. Head thrown back he let out a guttural cry and thrust his hips back trying to take in more. He was no fool, he knew what this was, there was no love for him from the caped crusader, there never would be, just obsession and addiction. He was as addicting to the Batman as the Batman was to the Joker. Two opposite yet matching forces, fated to be drawn to the other for all time.
His thrusts were deep and shattering, the insane man reduced to pants and keens of pleasure even as the caped man growled for him to be silent. It was over too soon, the product of their lust spilling onto the grimy roof top floor and deep inside his own body. The Joker stared at it with morbid fascination even as he felt the Batman withdraw. Moving away and allowing the cold of the city to seep into his passion heated flesh. He didn’t bother putting himself away and fixing his pants just yet, he would wait till the other was gone and finish the ritual of their nights together by bringing himself to completion again with the added daydream of whispered warm words and flashing brown eyes.
“…” He heard the hesitation. And it made him hate him in that moment. He could daydream about the Bat having tender thoughts, but that was just it a dream, another fantasy, the real Batman only felt a pathetic sense of moral righteousness. He was now like he would for some high society bitch, worrying about tomorrow morning and mixed feelings.
“Another wham bam Batsy….just the way I like it.” He hissed, faces flushed still under the makeup and sweat, still loving the feeling of afterglow coursing in his veins.
“I-”
“No! Go! Get out of here.” he snarled and let a gross parody of a smile twist his lips as he heard the cap snap and knew the other man had left. Turning around finally he took in the empty rooftop with an equally empty heart.
Author: Moni_Mama
Rating: R-ish?
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Disclaimer: I don't own them sadly...cause if I did...they'd never be dressed or leave bed...<3 this is just for fun ^_^
A/N: This is my first Batman fic...sooo I hope everyone likes..
The Joker took a breath, the wind of Gotham playing through his hair like the fingers of a lover. Spreading his arms out wide like awaiting an embrace or getting ready to take flight he closed maddened emerald eyes. His mind was on a man in black. A being of shadows and justice. As surely as the sun rises in the morning, his dark knight would soon be there. To stop him, to engage him in their endless waltz once more. He heard the rustle of a cape behind him and he didn’t turn. He didn’t need too, he knew the ragged draw of breath better then his own.
“There are better ways to call me you know.” Came the rasp. The Joker smirked a little, licking his lips slowly. He turned his head slightly, he didn’t look to the man behind him though, it was one of their rules, no looking. Looking would mean seeing…really seeing, and that would ruin it, make it too real for the man that occupied every waking though of the scarred man.
“We both know, uh, I’d never use them.” He replied easily and couldn’t contain the look of near bliss as arms snaked around his waist, anchoring him to a hard body made of armor and muscle, as if the Joker might flee under the imposition of physical contact. The Joker snorted at the thought, be it punches or kisses he’d never run from that hand’s of the Bat. If anything he’d run deliriously thrilled into them before anything else.
“What do you want?”
“You.” The answer was simple, and deadly serious. He nearly rolled his eyes, they went though this each time, each midnight meeting on the roof tops in the Narrows. The Joker felt the arms tighten imperceptibly around him and a gloved hand tilt his head back roughly. Hot lips descended on his neck and made him giggle as he pictured Batman with novelty Dracula teeth and his giggles were quickly dissolved into moans, soft and needy as the other gloved hand gabbed him firmly through his pants.
His hips bucked into the hard hand needy sounds escaping his ruined mouth. His belt was undone with a speed that rivaled their first time on the roof of an old warehouse months ago. It had been fast and near punishing in it’s harshness, it had been perfect. Pants shoved down his thighs he closed his eyes in anticipation as he heard armored plates snap open, his lover’s breath ragged in his ear making him shiver.
He didn’t prepare him, the dark knight never bothered with that, not with him. He was entered rough and fast. Head thrown back he let out a guttural cry and thrust his hips back trying to take in more. He was no fool, he knew what this was, there was no love for him from the caped crusader, there never would be, just obsession and addiction. He was as addicting to the Batman as the Batman was to the Joker. Two opposite yet matching forces, fated to be drawn to the other for all time.
His thrusts were deep and shattering, the insane man reduced to pants and keens of pleasure even as the caped man growled for him to be silent. It was over too soon, the product of their lust spilling onto the grimy roof top floor and deep inside his own body. The Joker stared at it with morbid fascination even as he felt the Batman withdraw. Moving away and allowing the cold of the city to seep into his passion heated flesh. He didn’t bother putting himself away and fixing his pants just yet, he would wait till the other was gone and finish the ritual of their nights together by bringing himself to completion again with the added daydream of whispered warm words and flashing brown eyes.
“…” He heard the hesitation. And it made him hate him in that moment. He could daydream about the Bat having tender thoughts, but that was just it a dream, another fantasy, the real Batman only felt a pathetic sense of moral righteousness. He was now like he would for some high society bitch, worrying about tomorrow morning and mixed feelings.
“Another wham bam Batsy….just the way I like it.” He hissed, faces flushed still under the makeup and sweat, still loving the feeling of afterglow coursing in his veins.
“I-”
“No! Go! Get out of here.” he snarled and let a gross parody of a smile twist his lips as he heard the cap snap and knew the other man had left. Turning around finally he took in the empty rooftop with an equally empty heart.