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Title: Doppelgänger
Pairing: Joker/Batman
Rating: R
Word Count: 1188
Summary: It’s not a good idea to wander down alleys, crazy people hang out there. Just ask Batman.
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He’s been searching the streets for weeks, hitting every place he can think of. Crime level is down, the criminals cowering, hoping he doesn’t believe they know something. Hope the don’t see his shadow bearing down on them one night, because the Batman’s hunting for Joker and no one’s suicidal enough to get in his way.
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She knows she shouldn’t be out so late, shouldn’t be cutting through this alley. But she’s hurrying and can already see the roof of the apartment complex she lives in. She’s almost relaxed when a hand reaches from a small side alley to clasp around her throat and a knife finds its way to her cheek. “What do we have here? Hmm you’ll do I suppose. Now deary I need you” the voice pauses, “to scream for me. Can you do that for me? Make it as high pitched as possible.”
The hand around her neck loosens a little and she screams until she has no more breath left. The voice, that sounds so bone-chillingly familiar but she just can’t place it, says, “Thank you for blasting out my eardrums. He should have heard that and be on his way. You’re job here is done.”
She falls to the ground, hole drilled through her skull, life already gone from her. The Joker drags her body into the dumpster at the end of the side alley just a block from her house before leaning against it, waiting.
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The scream from an alley catches his attention, just because he’s trying to find the Joker doesn’t mean he can ignore the rest of his city. He glides down to the street and stares into the alley, no one’s there but it looks like it branches off into another alley so he stalks silently into the alley. He’s not sure what he expected to find, a mugging, a rape, maybe both. But he isn’t expecting what he actually finds. If it weren’t for the face paint and carved smile he wouldn’t have recognized him. Joker is leaning on a dumpster, staring at him with insane eyes in an outlandish costume.
A Halloween mask modeled after his own is perched on his face, letting dingy green tinted hair free. His shirt is grey with a blaring yellow and black bat symbol on its chest. The gloves are close to his own, just a little too blue. But to top off the ridiculous outfit Joker was wearing grey shorts that flared out from navy Speedos or what is a pair of girl’s underwear worn over top. It looked like a sick parody of what his own costume would be if he was a comic book superhero who really wanted to get shot in the chest.
But he can’t let himself get distracted because there’s no girl and he knows it’s not because Joker let her go out of the goodness in his heart, he doesn’t have any goodness in his heart. He’s on the Joker in a heartbeat and drags him up by the front of his shirt, exposing his un-painted stomach and growls out, “Where’s the girl?”
Joker’s eyes twinkled, laughing at a private joke, “Oh after she screamed I sent her on her way. Don’t get you’re bat boxers in a twist. I didn’t get all dressed up to talk about random girls Batsy.”
Batman knew he was going to regret this, “Why’re you dressed up in that disgusting outfit?”
The smile on the jester’s face widens even more at the taken bait, “But I thought, “He pause, licking his lips, “That imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.”
“There’s nothing sincere about you!”
“Oh no no no, I’m quite sincere about this. You see I really like you! In all kinds of ways.” He feels the Batman’s hand clench tighter in the fabric on his shirt as he smiles. And while he’s playing attention to Joker’s crazed leer Joker sends one bare knee into his stomach. Batman is barely unbalanced but it’s enough for him to push against the wall with those deceptively gangly legs and send them toppling over, Joker pinning Batman to the ground. Batman’s fighting back, writhing against him. The Harlequin of Hate purrs, “You don’t need to be so needy Batsy darling. All you had to do was ask.”
The Dark Knight doesn’t know what he’s talking about until the clown grinds his groin against his armor and even through the plating Batman can feel the other’s erection. “You’re sick.”
Joker takes the comment with a nod, “Of course, now I’m going to prove just how sick you are. If you promise to be on your best behavior I can let your hands go for our game.”
Batman just struggles harder against the hands pinning his arms down. The Clown Prince of Crime drawls in a resigned tone, “ I suppose that’s a no. But I did come prepared just in case you proved a little stubborn.”
Hands moving as quick as any stage magician’s he whips out handcuffs and Batman’s hands are bond, held in place by the wheel of the dumpster. That doesn’t stop him from fighting, but now Joker’s hands are free to move over his body and they explore as Joker continues to move against him.
Batman can feel himself becoming hard and growls in anger, he will not feel pleasure from him, not the Joker. But his body doesn’t care that the man against him killed Rachael and destroyed Harvey’s mind. All it knew was that this is the first time in a long time that there was another body pressed up against it and it’s decided to make the most of the chance for release. His hips buck up to press harder against the Joker’s and he stifles a moan.
Batman’s fighting, growling, like a mad dog chained, the handcuffs rattling. Joker growls back, bucking back against Batman, reveling in the chaos of rage and lust he can see in Batman’s eyes. He tries to laugh but a moan sneaks out instead. He’s close, Batman’s close, they just need something to push them, and just a little push would do. But what’s the fun in doing little things? He kisses the mouth beneath him and there’s nothing sweet or little about it, they’re fighting using teeth and tongues and Joker can taste their blood mixing together. He drinks it in eagerly, the blood and pain pushing him over the edge.
He can feel the moment when Joker reaches his climax, his body tenses and he bites Batman’s lips moaning. The pain, pleasure and adrenaline mix together and Batman finds himself coming as well with a beast-like growl.
Too soon for his tastes Joker has to get up. He hears the chain rattle and he looks back, “Sorry but I must be going. Some of us have work to do, bombs to set, people to make smile. But we’ll have to do this again, Maybe I’ll dress as a maid next time, frills and all. Toodles” And with a jaunty wave of his fingers he was gone, laughter ringing behind him as Batman struggled with the handcuffs.
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Title: Doppelgänger
Pairing: Joker/Batman
Rating: R
Word Count: 1188
Summary: It’s not a good idea to wander down alleys, crazy people hang out there. Just ask Batman.
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He’s been searching the streets for weeks, hitting every place he can think of. Crime level is down, the criminals cowering, hoping he doesn’t believe they know something. Hope the don’t see his shadow bearing down on them one night, because the Batman’s hunting for Joker and no one’s suicidal enough to get in his way.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
She knows she shouldn’t be out so late, shouldn’t be cutting through this alley. But she’s hurrying and can already see the roof of the apartment complex she lives in. She’s almost relaxed when a hand reaches from a small side alley to clasp around her throat and a knife finds its way to her cheek. “What do we have here? Hmm you’ll do I suppose. Now deary I need you” the voice pauses, “to scream for me. Can you do that for me? Make it as high pitched as possible.”
The hand around her neck loosens a little and she screams until she has no more breath left. The voice, that sounds so bone-chillingly familiar but she just can’t place it, says, “Thank you for blasting out my eardrums. He should have heard that and be on his way. You’re job here is done.”
She falls to the ground, hole drilled through her skull, life already gone from her. The Joker drags her body into the dumpster at the end of the side alley just a block from her house before leaning against it, waiting.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The scream from an alley catches his attention, just because he’s trying to find the Joker doesn’t mean he can ignore the rest of his city. He glides down to the street and stares into the alley, no one’s there but it looks like it branches off into another alley so he stalks silently into the alley. He’s not sure what he expected to find, a mugging, a rape, maybe both. But he isn’t expecting what he actually finds. If it weren’t for the face paint and carved smile he wouldn’t have recognized him. Joker is leaning on a dumpster, staring at him with insane eyes in an outlandish costume.
A Halloween mask modeled after his own is perched on his face, letting dingy green tinted hair free. His shirt is grey with a blaring yellow and black bat symbol on its chest. The gloves are close to his own, just a little too blue. But to top off the ridiculous outfit Joker was wearing grey shorts that flared out from navy Speedos or what is a pair of girl’s underwear worn over top. It looked like a sick parody of what his own costume would be if he was a comic book superhero who really wanted to get shot in the chest.
But he can’t let himself get distracted because there’s no girl and he knows it’s not because Joker let her go out of the goodness in his heart, he doesn’t have any goodness in his heart. He’s on the Joker in a heartbeat and drags him up by the front of his shirt, exposing his un-painted stomach and growls out, “Where’s the girl?”
Joker’s eyes twinkled, laughing at a private joke, “Oh after she screamed I sent her on her way. Don’t get you’re bat boxers in a twist. I didn’t get all dressed up to talk about random girls Batsy.”
Batman knew he was going to regret this, “Why’re you dressed up in that disgusting outfit?”
The smile on the jester’s face widens even more at the taken bait, “But I thought, “He pause, licking his lips, “That imitation was the sincerest form of flattery.”
“There’s nothing sincere about you!”
“Oh no no no, I’m quite sincere about this. You see I really like you! In all kinds of ways.” He feels the Batman’s hand clench tighter in the fabric on his shirt as he smiles. And while he’s playing attention to Joker’s crazed leer Joker sends one bare knee into his stomach. Batman is barely unbalanced but it’s enough for him to push against the wall with those deceptively gangly legs and send them toppling over, Joker pinning Batman to the ground. Batman’s fighting back, writhing against him. The Harlequin of Hate purrs, “You don’t need to be so needy Batsy darling. All you had to do was ask.”
The Dark Knight doesn’t know what he’s talking about until the clown grinds his groin against his armor and even through the plating Batman can feel the other’s erection. “You’re sick.”
Joker takes the comment with a nod, “Of course, now I’m going to prove just how sick you are. If you promise to be on your best behavior I can let your hands go for our game.”
Batman just struggles harder against the hands pinning his arms down. The Clown Prince of Crime drawls in a resigned tone, “ I suppose that’s a no. But I did come prepared just in case you proved a little stubborn.”
Hands moving as quick as any stage magician’s he whips out handcuffs and Batman’s hands are bond, held in place by the wheel of the dumpster. That doesn’t stop him from fighting, but now Joker’s hands are free to move over his body and they explore as Joker continues to move against him.
Batman can feel himself becoming hard and growls in anger, he will not feel pleasure from him, not the Joker. But his body doesn’t care that the man against him killed Rachael and destroyed Harvey’s mind. All it knew was that this is the first time in a long time that there was another body pressed up against it and it’s decided to make the most of the chance for release. His hips buck up to press harder against the Joker’s and he stifles a moan.
Batman’s fighting, growling, like a mad dog chained, the handcuffs rattling. Joker growls back, bucking back against Batman, reveling in the chaos of rage and lust he can see in Batman’s eyes. He tries to laugh but a moan sneaks out instead. He’s close, Batman’s close, they just need something to push them, and just a little push would do. But what’s the fun in doing little things? He kisses the mouth beneath him and there’s nothing sweet or little about it, they’re fighting using teeth and tongues and Joker can taste their blood mixing together. He drinks it in eagerly, the blood and pain pushing him over the edge.
He can feel the moment when Joker reaches his climax, his body tenses and he bites Batman’s lips moaning. The pain, pleasure and adrenaline mix together and Batman finds himself coming as well with a beast-like growl.
Too soon for his tastes Joker has to get up. He hears the chain rattle and he looks back, “Sorry but I must be going. Some of us have work to do, bombs to set, people to make smile. But we’ll have to do this again, Maybe I’ll dress as a maid next time, frills and all. Toodles” And with a jaunty wave of his fingers he was gone, laughter ringing behind him as Batman struggled with the handcuffs.
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