Team Knight- Round 3- Fic (The Joker and the Dog pt. 1)
The Joker was incensed.
When the Bat had first disappeared, his enemy and lover had assumed it was payback for his own disappearance. But the Bat never disappeared for this long, and now the Joker was angry. Using his tricks to get back at him? Real classy.
He tried to flush him out, doing a couple high profile robberies. His men were counting themselves lucky that the Batman was gone. It was the easiest heists that they’d ever done. The Joker knew it wasn’t luck though. Not good luck anyway.
He finally showed up at Wayne Manor, banging on the door. The oh-so-proper Alfred frowned. “What do you want?”
“Where is he, you stuffy, old...”
“He’s not here.” Alfred told him succinctly , shutting the door in his face.
After the Joker had left, screeching out of the driveway, Alfred frowned. He had assumed that Master Wayne had been co-habitating with his enemy, as happened at times, especially when the man was feeling depressed and low in spirits. The dysfunction of their relationship was obvious, but Alfred had long ago come to the conclusion that the Joker satisfied something deep inside Batman; Batman, not Bruce Wayne, something that no one else could.
If the Joker was agitated enough to come out here, something he knew that Batman had forbidden, then the situation was suddenly much more serious than Alfred had thought.
The Joker paced his hideout muttering to himself. Where could he have gone? The stupid butler obviously hadn’t even realized the man who paid his overabundant wages was even missing. Batman had been patrolling by the Narrows, investigating the wild animal murders down there. What if he’d been...
The Joker shook his head. “No, no, no...” he muttered to himself. “The Bat is too wily, too crafty and strong to get taken down by any animal...unless he wants to be taken down...” he amended, smiling to himself. “Captured, then. But why, and where would an animal take him...?”
He snapped his fingers. To the same place he would, of course. His lair, his den, his...home.
He rose and gathered his men around him. “This animal that’s been ripping people apart. Find it, and follow it. I want to know where it goes, but I don’t want it to know.”
He sent them all out and waited, bouncing up and down on his chair. Soon, he would be reunited with his lover and all would be well, they would go on fucking and fighting, and the status quo would be restored.
Five days and ten dead henchmen later, the Joker was angry and distressed. He knew his men weren’t the brightest bulbs but to let themselves get massacred, one by one like that...he would have to do it himself.
He went to where the killings had taken place and waited. While he paced in his small hiding spot high on the building he saw something shiny on the ground. He bent over and picked up a silver dollar. He smiled. If finding a penny was good luck, what kind of good luck would a dollar bring him? Suddenly he was very confident in his success.
As soon as it was dark he saw it approach. A creature tall with a strip of hair on his back and long talons, the Joker was impressed; he looked like the rip-apart type of killer for sure. He waited until he was sure the other wasn’t paying attention...hard to pay attention when you’re ripping someone’s throat apart, and threw a small homing beacon at the creature’s fur. It landed right on the creature’s back and stuck there.
After the creature was long gone and daylight was approaching, the Joker looked down at his tracking device and followed the signal. It led him down into the sewers, then even lower to a dark labyrinth of tunnels and hollowed out caves. He saw a light up ahead and grinned. He knew he should’ve done it himself to begin with. Those other men were incompetent but he, the Joker, had tracked the creature his first try. Soon he’d find his Bat and be out of this place. It was his lucky day, soon he would be out of this mess with a very grateful Bat.
He never even saw the blow that knocked him to the ground. But when he looked up and saw the feet of many of the creatures, he knew that he was in trouble.
He smiled up at them. “Hi. Take me to your leader sounds a bit cheesy; but it’s actually what I want you to do.”
Lucian was lying on his back; he’d just rolled over after being tied to Bruce yet again. The human was sleeping peacefully, and Lucian loved to watch him. He slept so quietly, his face so free of worry. Their lovemaking had become almost an obsession with the other man, and Lucian had indulged him as much as he could. After all, he too, was captivated by the other man’s body. When his organ would swell inside the other man, he knew it caused him pain, yet he would beg for it, deep in his throat, beg Lucian to spill his seed inside him. It was as though he craved the pain too. Sometimes it only took 10 or 15 min. before Lucian could pull himself from the other’s body, but other times it was a half hour, and Bruce would be asleep by then, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Lucian!” Raze’s voice called from outside the door.
The Lycan leader rose and dressed, then called, “Enter.”
Raze opened the door and entered, dragging the clown that Lucian recognized as the Joker. Well, well, this would be interesting.
“I’m...” the clown began.
“I know who you are. What do you want?” Lucian asked mildly.
The Joker was blinking rapidly and sniffing. “You have him here...I need him back.” He said quickly, his gaze travelling around the room.
“For what purpose?” Lucian asked.
“Oh, well, we’re...involved. You know...” The Joker answered a bit embarrassed. “He doesn’t like me to spread it around, especially since we’re, you know, ‘enemies’ and all that, but we’re a couple!”
Lucian’s look seemed to piss him off. “Well, we are! And I want him back!”
“So you’re playing a hero now?” Lucian asked.
“No! Well...maybe...I don’t know. Just give him back. He’s mine!”
The Joker’s voice had risen and suddenly there was a groan from behind the curtain in the corner. The Joker knew that groan. He tried to rush over but the man holding him wasn’t allowing that.
“Let me...Batsy! I’m here...don’t worry...” he called.
There was shuffling of feet and the curtain raised and Bruce Wayne came out from behind the curtain, a blanket wrapped around to hide his nakedness, looking tired but hardly as though he was anyone’s captive.
He blinked as he looked at the figure of his arch nemesis and lover and sighed. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to rescue you.” The Joker stated proudly.
“What if I don’t need rescuing?”
The Joker stared at him. “What?”
“What if I...am here because I want to be?” Bruce’s face was pink and he glanced at the long haired Lycan leader sideways.
His enemy was no idiot. He too looked at Lucian and frowned. “You’re fucking him?” he raged. “He’s an animal!”
The Joker had already figured out the creatures were werewolves, and his Bat was screwing one? He may as well fuck a dog!
“At times...” Bruce said, low and almost purring. His gaze on the werewolf was electric and needy almost.
“I’m going to be sick.” The Joker stated. “You can’t possibly be serious! They’ve drugged you, or something...”
“I’m happy here, for the first time in a long time, I’m happy. I’m at peace.” Bruce corrected.
“What about the citizens you’re supposed to be protecting from guys like me?”
“They’re...just going to have to do without me for awhile.” Bruce answered slowly.
“And the cranky British jerk?”
“I’ll talk to him. He’ll understand.” Bruce said, his eyes never leaving Lucian’s. “Go home, Joker. Let me be.”
“He cannot be released.” Lucian told Bruce slowly. “He knows where we are. I must keep him here, or kill him. It is your choice.”
Bruce looked a little distraught then nodded. “Just until it’s time. Right?”
Lucian nodded and Bruce said. “Lock him up, then.”
“What?” the Joker yelled.
“Put him in the holding cell, make sure no one kills him.” Lucian told Raze.
The Joker watched as Bruce moved closer to Lucian, his eyes still locked to the other’s body. The blanket opened slightly and the Joker saw the scratches and bruises on the Bat’s body, and knew that the other was somehow enthralled by the long-haired man.
It was a spell, it had to be, he just had to figure out how to break it, and get them the hell out of here.
In the meantime...he let himself be half-carried, half-dragged to his cell, and his last view of Bruce was of him falling to his knees in front of the mild-mannered Lycan.
“More...” Bruce moaned softly, his hands pulling Lucian’s clothes back off. “Please...”
“You are...insatiable.” chastised Lucian gently as Bruce’s shaking fingers undid his pants and pulled them down, the man’s mouth immediately sucking his manhood into it and licking it to hardness.
He removed his shirt and naked, he retreated to the bedroom, Bruce following on his knees. Once they were inside, Bruce was presenting to him on the floor, bent over the bed.
His reddened and well-used hole looked sore and Lucian felt a pang of guilt.
“Perhaps we should do something else.” He suggested softly. “You look sore and I don’t want to cause you any pain.”
“The pain is deep inside. Only you can make it stop. Please...Lucian...” Bruce begged, his eyes looking at him over his shoulder. “Please...just do it. It won’t hurt, really.”
His scent mingled with that of the young billionaire and created a pheromone haze in the small space. Lucian slowly dropped to his knees behind the man and entered him. Bruce bucked back against him, moaning and panting. “Yes...just like that...” he whispered as Lucian began to penetrate him, fast and urgent.
There was something about the man, no matter who much Lucian tried to be gentle and take his time, he became so aroused he always ended up rutting like an animal with him.
He growled, his teeth scraping Bruce’s shoulder, not biting, but enough to make the man writhe under him. “Harder...” he begged, “Please...I need to feel it...need to feel you come inside me...”
Lucian began brutally thrusting inside Bruce, his mind becoming numb as his body took over. His fingers scraped Bruce’s body, but the man still urged him on.
“Change!” he groaned.
Lucian shook his head...he didn’t want it to go this way...
“Lucian!” Bruce’s voice was broken and full of pain. “Do it! Please...for me...”
Lucian gave up, his body jerking and aching with need. He concentrated and felt his body change, even while he was still inside the pleading man. His hands became claws, his body grew taller and harder, and his face became that of a beast. His organ lengthened inside Bruce’s body, widening and the head of it swelled, scraping and locking inside the human.
His claws tore at Bruce’s chest as he held him down and while the man cried out in pain, Lucian thrust harder inside him, getting very deep inside his body. His body shuddered and his organ swelled, the head holding it in place, pushing into the tissue of Bruce’s channel.
The man let out a keening cry, and suddenly Lucian could smell the man’s seed spilling onto the side of the bed and the floor, his orgasm overwhelming him.
His own seed was gushing into the man, hot and stinging. He lifted Bruce as he stood and laid them both down, still locked inside him. After he stopped trembling and the pain lessened, Bruce’s hand came back touch his face. He turned and though Lucian expected to see disgust, all he saw was affection and wonder. Bruce’s fingers touched every inch of his face, tracing it, caressing it, then the other’s eyes began to close.
“Thank you...” he sighed, then he was asleep.
Lucian watched him until his organ began to slide out and then he pulled himself from the man’s body, changing back as he did. He pulled a blanket over them, but pulled it back when he felt a bit of wetness on his leg. He looked down and saw a smear of blood. He pushed Bruce gently onto his stomach and looked more closely.
There wasn’t a lot of blood, but it was more than Lucian wanted to see. Bruce had begged him to change before, a few times. It had been getting more frequent the longer he stayed here. Lucian wasn’t comfortable with it, for just this reason. Humans weren’t equipped to handle this kind of mating. Lucian was a little concerned about Bruce’s need for sex. It had been growing as the days passed, until now; Lucian was mating with him 3-4 times a day. He didn’t think that was normal for a human, and though he had no problem doing it, in fact, the wolf in him loved it, he still couldn’t understand the man’s sudden need to have him.
Or his own, to give him whatever he asked for.
Bruce was dreaming. In his dream, people were asking him for help, but all he wanted to do was have Lucian touch him. He kept pushing people out of his way, running to try and catch up with the Lycan, who always seemed to be farther and farther away from him. He called out for him, but Lucian kept walking. His body began to ache, needing to feel the touch of him. He smelled the air, trying to find Lucian’s scent, but it was faint and disappearing.
“No!!” he shouted. “Come back! I need you!”
He tried to find Lucian’s scent, and began running until suddenly he was in front of the man, on his knees, in front of Alfred, Gordon, the Joker, Rachel...All of Gotham watching as Bruce Wayne grovelled at the feet of the slim, quiet Lycan.
“Master Wayne!” Alfred was embarrassed and urging him to rise.
“Bruce, have some pride!” Rachel sneered. “I don’t even know you anymore.”
“You’re our knight...get up!” Gordon urged.
But instead, Bruce turned to Lucian, his eyes on the bright blue ones above him. “Please...” he begged.
Lucian changed into his werewolf form and holding him with one hand he ripped the clothes from Bruce’s body and began mating with him in front of everyone. And Bruce didn’t care, he just wanted more...
Bruce awoke, his cock still spitting cum, his body shuddering. He bit back a moan and slowly turned to face Lucian, who was watching him, concern on his face.
“It was just a dream.” Bruce tried to smile.
“Go back to sleep.” Lucian told him softly. “I must go for a bit. I will return in a few hours.”
“Where are you going?” Bruce’s voice was worried.
“I must make preparations for the journey. Just...rest...” Lucian kissed his temple and felt the man’s pulse calm slightly at his nearness.
Then he dressed and quickly left, locking the door behind him.
Lucian was at concerned, so he went to a private place, set up a laptop and made a video call to the oldest Lycan healer he knew.
“Lucian. You look fit.” The man smiled slightly. He was in Europe somewhere, where he’d returned after the last World War.
“I have a problem I need your help with.” Lucian said quietly.
“What is it?” the man asked, curious. Lucian very seldom called for help.
“It’s...what would cause a human that we’ve bred with to become fixated, almost obsessed with the act of breeding?” Lucian asked with difficulty.
“Is the female pregnant?” the man asked eagerly. Such births were rare.
“It isn’t a female. It’s a male.” Lucian replied.
“Oh.” The man tried to look unsurprised, then he frowned. “He’s becoming obsessed you say?”
“He is insatiable. And he dreams of it when he’s sleeping.”
“How long have you been...?”
“Ten days...” Lucian reckoned up in his head.
“How often?”
“Three times a day, sometimes more.” Lucian answered.
“Are you inseminating him?”
“Yes, he demands it; it’s the one thing that calms him.” Lucian admitted.
“I’ll have to check, but Lucian, a male Lycan, especially one of your years, mating with a human male...I believe he is infected.”
“I have not bitten him!” Lucian said quickly, fear in his heart.
“But your seed, being absorbed by him daily, and him craving more of it. Is he in pain if you haven’t...”
Lucian’s face grew pained. “Yes...”
“You need to stop, immediately. And do not mate with him in your Lycan form, that would only make it worse.” The man told him.
“What about his pain?” Lucian asked.
“Send him away. Hopefully, his body is strong enough to destroy the virus we carry. If you continue to mate with him, he will change and become one of us, but a diluted breed. I don’t even know that he would be able to change properly.”
The Joker was sitting against the wall of his cell, thinking of a plan when the leader, Lucian, walked in.
“If I return him to you, you must promise to take him home, and do not let him return here. You must keep him there, no matter what he says, no matter what he does. He is infected with a virus we carry, he must fight it off, destroy it, or he will become one of us.” Lucian said without preamble. “Are you prepared to do this or should I call his butler?”
“No, no. I can do it.” The Joker said eagerly. He was well able to take care of his Brucie.
“Then come with me.”
Lucian entered his quarters. Bruce was on the floor of the living room by the door, writhing on it.
“Thank goodness. I need you...” he moaned.
Then he saw the Joker. “What is he doing here?” he asked.
“You must leave with him, and never return.” Lucian told him firmly.
Bruce’s eyes were wide with disbelief and bright with fever. He couldnt’ believe his ears. Why would Lucian send him away now? How could he survive if he did?
“No! I won’t go! You can’t make me!” he yelled. He began scrambling back for the bed, clutching the side of it as he huddled on the floor. Lucian came in and pulled him to face him gently. His expression was remorseful and his voice understanding but Bruce heard the steel underneath.
“I can and I will. The longer you stay...Bruce, you have absorbed too much of my seed. It is changing you, making you like me. I won’t have that. You must fight, and you must stay away from me.” Lucian’s voice was pained but his mouth was set. There would be no pleading and no changing of his mind.
“I want to be with you, I want to be like you...” Bruce babbled.
“No, you don’t. Good-bye, Bruce Wayne.”
Lucian beckoned to a couple of his men who held him while Lucian injected him with a strong tranquilizer, then they carried the barely conscious man out, the Joker following.
Once they’d left, Lucian’s eyes were bright with tears. He should’ve been more careful, but the man was just so strong, so full of ideals and so much like...himself, and her. He would never make this mistake again.
He called Raze.
“Prepare to move the Clan as soon as possible. We need to leave Gotham City.”
“Yes, Lucian.”
