Team Knight- Round 4- Fic (My Hero)
Jack Napier sat back in seat of his limo and raised an eyebrow at his confidante and mentor, Alfred Pennyworth.
“This new criminal, Master Napier, is not like any we’ve seen before. He’s crazed, and he dresses as a large bat! He must be insane! The things he does. He has no moral sense, he’s just like an animal.”
“Come, Alfred, how dangerous can a bat be?” Jack laughed his easy laugh.
“Hopefully not more dangerous that a clown.” Alfred said meaningfully.
Jack smiled and nodded, and the pulled up to the gates of his mansion.
Later that night, Jack was in his costume. That of a clown. He had decided to fight crime as a clown many years ago when he realized that many people feared clowns, even adults, but clowns also made people laugh and that’s what Gotham needed. A bit of laughter to ease the suffering of the people.
This Batman was someone new. He’d stolen gold and money from 2 banks already and had also robbed some jewellery stores. He often worked alone, like him. Even when he had men with him, it never ended well. He seemed to be a bit crazed. He often reacted violently and was unpredictable, even to his own henchman, who often suffered for his outbursts.
Jack first saw the Batman at the heist of the diamond exchange. The dark cloaked individual turned and stared at the clown. His reaction was unprecedented.
He began to laugh.
“Really?” he asked. “You’re the Joker? I thought you would be bigger.” He admitted.
“I’m big enough.” The Joker told him, aiming one of his expensive weapons at him. This time it was a scarf that was made of steel fibers, harder than any handcuffs. The Batman averted his scarf and threw his own weapon, a roughly sharpened but very deadly bat-shaped boomerang.
The man’s laughter was all the Joker heard as he made his getaway.
It was a strangely intriguing sound.
Batman moved through the rubble of his hide-out and chuckled at this vigilante, the Joker. He wasn’t much of a super-hero; in fact, Batman was sure he could do a better job if he were so inclined. It was more fun to be evil though. Much more fun, actually.
He had lost his parents early on in life, to a mugger, and from that point on, Bruce Wayne had been shuffled from foster home, to institution, to another foster home. No one wanted to keep him, and no one wanted to adopt him.
He learned to never get attached to anyone; they would just leave him in the end. In high school, he had met a girl named Rachel Dawes. She was pretty, smart and a kind girl. But she’d just looked at him like a charity case and had ended up going with Jack Napier, some rich jerk.
But when Bruce had discovered Batman, everything had changed. He’d always liked bats, ever since he’d run away at 13 and had hidden in the caves by Jack Napier’s parent’s estate. The bats kept him company, and gave him warning if unwanted visitors came calling. They never bothered him and they never flew away from him.
He began studying them in school, and was soon an expert. He formed his own costume and his evenings became times for him to train himself in martial arts, then maybe one day, when he was the biggest villain Gotham City had ever seen, maybe then he would get some respect.
But this Joker, he amused Bruce, and he could hardly wait until they met again.
The Joker was cruising in his Funmobile when he saw an explosion in the center of downtown. He arrived within 2 min. to find City Hall in flames and a dark bat spraypainted on the sidewalk. It had been him, again.
How many had he killed this time?
The Batman had no qualms about killing civilians, in fact the Joker swore he almost tried to kill at least a couple people at every one of his crime scenes. He saw the emergency vehicles pulling up and saw the people streaming out, some helping others.
Luckily at night, there were very little people there still.
But the commissioner loved to work late, as did the mayor.
The Joker soon saw the commissioner, who came up to him. “It was Batman. He broke into the computer system and erased all the property tax information. There’s no way of knowing who owes what, and it will take a long time to input it all back. It’s just like the banks. He erases everyone’s loans. If he didn’t kill people, he’d be the biggest hero to the common man we have.”
“Did you see him?” The Joker asked.
“No. He’s long gone. The mayor was in his office though, and we haven’t found him yet. He could be...”
The commissioner pointed up. “There he is!”
The Joker turned and saw the outline of the Batman up on top of the roof adjacent and quickly headed up there, using his bouncing clown shoes.
He chased the Batman from rooftop to rooftop til they were far away from the carnage. Batman finally had to stop though. He was laughing too hard to keep going.
“What is so funny?” The Joker demanded.
“You!” Batman told him. “Those shoes are ridiculous! Is this how you capture criminals? You look so stupid they laugh and can’t run away?”
The Joker glared at him. “I’m Gotham’s hero! I keep the people safe from madmen like you.”
“Not doing a great job of it. Maybe you need to trade in your knock-out gas squirting flower for I don’t know...a gun?” Batman suggested.
“I don’t need a gun. I don’t kill.” The Joker said almost primly.
“Then why bother being a hero?” Batman questioned. “You could kill and get away with it.”
“Killing is wrong. There are other ways.”
“Yeah, incarceration works wonderfully on guys like me.” Batman scoffed. “Your high-minded ideals is what’s wrong with this country.”
“So we should just kill all criminals?”
“Well, you know, in the Middle East, if you get caught stealing, they cut off your hand. It’s harsh, but I’ll tell you this much...their crime rate is substantially lower than ours.” Batman told him.
“It’s barbaric.”
“So are humans.” Batman countered harshly.
There was silence and the Joker suddenly moved to grapple with his enemy. Batman kicked him in the gut and hammered his to the ground.
He quickly used rope to tie the Joker’s wrists up over his head to a metal pole and then he searched him, taking his weapons.
He touched the Joker’s painted face and smiled, then cut the man’s coat off, then his shirt, then he ripped the rest of his clothes off.
“What are you doing?” the Joker was suddenly afraid and feeling very vulnerable.
“What you’ve been wanting me to do since you’ve met me, you little fairy.” Batman told him sweetly.
He moved behind the man, and kicked the Joker’s legs apart. He squirted some cold liquid down the crack and the Joker grunted as he felt Batman’s finger push inside him. “I don’t...want...this...” he managed as Batman began thrusting his finger in and out.
“Sure you do, I saw it in your eyes.”
Another finger was added to the first and the Joker groaned. His cock was hard and dripping, and the Batman could see that. He couldn’t deny how much his body loved the Batman fingering him. He jerked as Batman’s fingers found his prostate and worked it slowly, until the Joker’s hips were moving back and forth and he was almost panting from want.
“Please...” he gasped.
“Please what?”
“Please....more...”
Batman pulled his fingers from the Joker and leaned toward his ear. “I thought you said you didn’t want this?”
“I do...” the Joker whispered shamefully. “I want you...please...”
“Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you...to...” the Joker paused, his eyes closing in pain.
The Batman took his hard organ and pushed against the Joker’s ass, just letting the tip pop inside, then pulling out. Then doing it all over again.
“Say it...” he told him.
The Joker wanted to cry, but his body was vibrating and he ached, wanting so much to be filled.
“I want you...fuck me.” The Joker whispered.
“Louder.” Batman ordered him in a hard voice.
“Please fuck me!!” the Joker yelled.
Batman shoved in hard and the Joker almost passed out from the initial pain of the Bat’s thick cock driving inside him. He had never felt anything so thick and yet as the pain disappeared and the Batman began thrusting inside him, the pleasure moved in waves through him.
“Oh...oh...” the Joker whimpered. “So good...”
Batman kept penetrating him, harder and harder until the Joker groaned and cried, coming without being touched, his white liquid spraying the ground.
Batman kept thrusting, then he began shaking and the Joker moaned. “Please...don’t cum inside me...please...”
Batman just laughed and thrust deeper, making sure the Joker could feel his cock beginning to swell.
“I’m going to fill you up...Jack...I’m going to breed you and make you my bitch.” Batman said softly in his ear.
Jack jerked once and then he felt it, deep inside him, the hot seed of the Bat filling him as he cried.
When Batman was done, he pulled out, and a bit of his cum dripped down the Joker’s thighs. He took his finger and pushed it back inside. “Don’t want to lose any of it.” He chastised the clown.
He dressed and then he cut the Joker down. “Wouldn’t want the police to find you like that. They’d lose all respect for you.” He told the Joker.
“I’ll find you again.” The Joker told him shakily.
“I’m counting on it.” Batman laughed. “If you don’t find me, be sure that I’ll find you. You’re too much fun to give up already. And I want some more of that ass that belongs to me now.”
The Joker hung his head, not only had he lost, but the Batman had raped him, and knew who he was. What was he going to do now?
The Batman laughed and again, it was the last sound the Joker heard as he disappeared.
Batman laughed to himself in bed that night. He hadn’t known that the Joker was Jack Napier until they’d met at the diamond exchange; something in the man’s voice and then Batman had looked at his face, really looked at it. He had been quite amused to figure out who the Joker really was.
Jack Napier had never married and after high school, even though he took women to his society functions, rumour was rife that he preferred men. Bruce had laughed when he had heard that bit of news. It figured. He was dumped for a gay guy.
But he had loved fucking him. Had loved humiliating him, and honestly, he would love to do it again.
He smiled and hoped they met soon. And that it was going to be somewhere they could be alone.
He was barely awake when he heard a tap at his door.
He rose and went there, opening it and staring. Jack stood there, no makeup, just dressed in casual clothes.
“What are you doing here?” he asked mildly.
Jack walked in and closed the door. “I have a proposition for you.”
“This should be good.” Bruce smiled.
“You stop killing, stop doing crime.”
“And I would do this...why?” Bruce laughed.
“Because I will take you to live with me. You’ll have money, cars...whatever you want.” Jack said slowly.
“And if what I want is you? On your knees, every night?” Bruce asked quietly, his green eyes glittering, his strong hand tracing the thin, handsome face.
Jack’s eyes closed briefly and Bruce knew he was hard again.
“Then you’ll have it.” He whispered.
Bruce smile and kissed the soft lips, letting his tongue push inside, feeling Jack clutch him closer then he pulled back.
“Show me.” He ordered.
Jack slowly lowered himself to his knees and Bruce pushed his underwear down, smiling as Jack’s mouth enveloped him.
Crime had been getting a bit boring anyways...maybe he’d become a super-hero instead...
