The Bat and Clown Spend Valentine's Day Together
Okay Bat and Clown Lovers I wrote this a while ago for awdt Valentine's Day Quickies. Yes I know Valentine's Day was over two months ago, but RL sort of threw both myself and my beta some curves along the way.
I hope you still like this. It's full of fluff, Joker sarcasm, romance, my signature gifts and later.....
The Question.
Author: hogwartsvixxxen aka harrysexmagick
Title: A Rose so Green and Purple
Characters: Batman/Joker
Summary: The Joker and Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne spend Valentine’s Day together
Prompt: awdt Valentine’s Day Quickie #10 champagne and oysters
Word Count: 1206
Rating: R
Warnings:au, m/m relationship, implied sex, fluff
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Batman Dark Knight Nolanverse - all recognizable characters and settings are the property of many people and DC Comics. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
A/N: I would like to dedicate this to my wonder new LJ Batman/Joker Family here. You have made me feel so welcomed name Brucey I stole borrowed from pepper202
Beta:The wonderful sexy mayphoenix who brought the Joker alive once more. *hugs*
Bruce Wayne looked at himself in the full-length mirror and checked his tux pocket once more for the small box. He had no idea how this would work out; all he knew was that he couldn’t live without The Joker in his life. If you asked him how or when this revelation came about, he couldn’t tell you. There were other threats to Gotham City, other than the Joker, and Batman could feel that he just didn’t care anymore. With The Joker in his life, someone to come home to, he knew the old Batman -- the Batman who actually cared for his beloved city - would return.
Bruce was deep in thought and didn’t hear Alfred enter the room. “Are you all right, Master Wayne?" the butler asked. "I knocked, but you hadn't answered.”
“Alfred, would you please bring the car around?”
“You’ll be dining out this evening, then?”
“Yes.”
“With him?” Alfred tried to keep the venom out of his voice and not quite succeeding.
Bruce sighed. “Yes," he said. He really didn't want to get into another discussion about this. "Did you send the...?”
“…Roses?" Alfred finished. "Two dozen; eleven green, eleven purple, and two red.”
Bruce turned from the mirror and walked over to Alfred. Putting a hand on his old friend's shoulder, he said, “Thanks, Alfred. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“On that we both agree," the old man replied dryly, and Bruce grinned.
The Joker was in the bathroom, dyeing his hair, when he heard the hiss of the elevator doors to the penthouse open. Taking off the emerald-stained latex gloves, he jumped and danced out into the living room. “Oh, Brucey," he cried, "I loved the flowers!" Bruce barely had time to set down a bottle of champagne and package of oysters before the Joker flung himself into his arms. “I love them,” he sang again, as he captured the other man’s mouth with his own.
Bruce ran his tongue over the Joker’s scarred lips, sucking on them slowly. Their tender kiss became more heated as Bruce intertwined his fingers in the clown’s wet green hair. “What’s this?” Bruce asked, breaking the kiss and looking at the green dye on his hand.
“What's it look like?" the Joker snorted. "I'm re-coloring my hair! Gotta look my best if I'm on going out on the arm of Gotham's most eligible bachelor!"
“But where did you get it?" Bruce asked.
"I went out."
"You went out? Why did you...?”
“Well, I couldn’t exactly get these online," the Joker said, handing Bruce a black velvet box tied with a green and purple silk bow. "Had to have 'em custom-made." He held out a towel. "Here. Clean your hands before you open it."
The Joker shifted from foot to foot as Bruce slowly untied the ribbon. The clown just wanted to snatch the box and open it. Normally, he could be patient and let things play out, but now he was anxious. There was a time when he waited with bated breath for each exquisite explosion, feeling the perverse satisfaction as each blast resonated through his body. Should it have happened that an explosion was thwarted or simply didn’t happen, it wasn’t the end of the world; he’d just set another one.
But waiting for Bruce to open the box was different. If he didn’t like the gift then it would be the end of the Joker’s world as he now knew it, and the end of the jeweler who made and sold him the customized present. Small beads of perspiration dotted the makeup on the clown’s forehead as Bruce opened the box in what seemed like slow motion.
It took Bruce a moment to realize what he was looking at: solid gold initial B cufflinks with an emerald in the top loop of the B, and an amethyst in the bottom loop. Bruce found it difficult to swallow around the lump in his throat or to find his voice.
A single tear formed in the Joker's eye and gravity caused it to carve a path in the white greasepaint. Bruce looked at the Joker and only five words escaped his lips before he smeared the Joker’s makeup, wiping away the tear. “It’s exquisite," he whispered. "I love you.”
The Joker's lips claimed Bruce’s and the only sound was two hearts beating as one as they expressed mutual desire.
BUZZ!
For a moment, nether man responded. The Joker broke the kiss, panting, “I, um, have to wash this out," he said, gesturing to his head.
Bruce laughed softly. "Go ahead," he said. “I brought oysters and champagne," he said in his normal voice, and then added in his Batman growl, "So you'd better hurry.”
The Joker grinned slyly at the use of that raspy tone. “Didja bring desert, too, Batsy?” he purred, licking his lips.
“The desert’s already here,” came the Batman’s growl again.
"Oooh!" Cackling, the Joker skipped off to the bathroom to wash the dye from his hair.
Bruce put on the cufflinks and chilled the champagne. He checked to make sure the Joker was still bent over the sink before checking his pants' pocket. The ring box was still there. Inside, an obsidian bat with emerald eyes stared back at him from a solid gold band, the tips of each wing accented by a tiny amethyst. He sighed. “How am I going to make this work?" he muttered under his breath. "Where are we going?"
Arms encircled him from behind and he snapped the box closed quickly. Turning around, he noticed the Joker had taken off his makeup. Bruce cupped the naked face and ran a finger over the scarred lips. His voice was now tinged with tears. "Your face is...is so beautiful,” he murmured, and bestowed a chaste kiss. “Thank you."
The Joker wanted, needed to know if Bruce really liked the cufflinks, and this disturbed him. Swallowing hard, trying to keep the fear out of his voice, he asked, “So, um, you like them?”
“That depends," Bruce said, trying to lighten the mood with a bit of teasing, "did you kill anyone?”
“That depends." The Joker smirked, picking up on the change. "Do you like them?”
Bruce knew that this could go on all night and he had other plans for the Joker. Caressing his face again, he looked into his lover's eyes. They told him nothing. Finally, he said, “I love them. Never in my life has anyone given me anything so exquisite or made me feel so complete and loved.”
The Joker let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and said, “No.”
“No, what?” Bruce asked, a bit confused.
“No, no one died, and since you like them, no one will die, Brucey." He nodded to the packages Bruce brought. "And I must confess, I never liked oysters much, and I like raw oysters even less."
Bruce smiled. “Raw oysters are considered an aphrodisiac."
The Joker snorted. "Sez you. To me, they're just snot on the half-shell." He picked up the ice bucket containing the bottle of champagne and the box of matching flutes, and headed for the bedroom. “Don’t keep me waiting, Brucey, or I just might start without you.”
To be continued....
I hope you still like this. It's full of fluff, Joker sarcasm, romance, my signature gifts and later.....
The Question.
Author: hogwartsvixxxen aka harrysexmagick
Title: A Rose so Green and Purple
Characters: Batman/Joker
Summary: The Joker and Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne spend Valentine’s Day together
Prompt: awdt Valentine’s Day Quickie #10 champagne and oysters
Word Count: 1206
Rating: R
Warnings:au, m/m relationship, implied sex, fluff
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Batman Dark Knight Nolanverse - all recognizable characters and settings are the property of many people and DC Comics. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work
A/N: I would like to dedicate this to my wonder new LJ Batman/Joker Family here. You have made me feel so welcomed name Brucey I stole borrowed from pepper202
Beta:The wonderful sexy mayphoenix who brought the Joker alive once more. *hugs*
Bruce Wayne looked at himself in the full-length mirror and checked his tux pocket once more for the small box. He had no idea how this would work out; all he knew was that he couldn’t live without The Joker in his life. If you asked him how or when this revelation came about, he couldn’t tell you. There were other threats to Gotham City, other than the Joker, and Batman could feel that he just didn’t care anymore. With The Joker in his life, someone to come home to, he knew the old Batman -- the Batman who actually cared for his beloved city - would return.
Bruce was deep in thought and didn’t hear Alfred enter the room. “Are you all right, Master Wayne?" the butler asked. "I knocked, but you hadn't answered.”
“Alfred, would you please bring the car around?”
“You’ll be dining out this evening, then?”
“Yes.”
“With him?” Alfred tried to keep the venom out of his voice and not quite succeeding.
Bruce sighed. “Yes," he said. He really didn't want to get into another discussion about this. "Did you send the...?”
“…Roses?" Alfred finished. "Two dozen; eleven green, eleven purple, and two red.”
Bruce turned from the mirror and walked over to Alfred. Putting a hand on his old friend's shoulder, he said, “Thanks, Alfred. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“On that we both agree," the old man replied dryly, and Bruce grinned.
The Joker was in the bathroom, dyeing his hair, when he heard the hiss of the elevator doors to the penthouse open. Taking off the emerald-stained latex gloves, he jumped and danced out into the living room. “Oh, Brucey," he cried, "I loved the flowers!" Bruce barely had time to set down a bottle of champagne and package of oysters before the Joker flung himself into his arms. “I love them,” he sang again, as he captured the other man’s mouth with his own.
Bruce ran his tongue over the Joker’s scarred lips, sucking on them slowly. Their tender kiss became more heated as Bruce intertwined his fingers in the clown’s wet green hair. “What’s this?” Bruce asked, breaking the kiss and looking at the green dye on his hand.
“What's it look like?" the Joker snorted. "I'm re-coloring my hair! Gotta look my best if I'm on going out on the arm of Gotham's most eligible bachelor!"
“But where did you get it?" Bruce asked.
"I went out."
"You went out? Why did you...?”
“Well, I couldn’t exactly get these online," the Joker said, handing Bruce a black velvet box tied with a green and purple silk bow. "Had to have 'em custom-made." He held out a towel. "Here. Clean your hands before you open it."
The Joker shifted from foot to foot as Bruce slowly untied the ribbon. The clown just wanted to snatch the box and open it. Normally, he could be patient and let things play out, but now he was anxious. There was a time when he waited with bated breath for each exquisite explosion, feeling the perverse satisfaction as each blast resonated through his body. Should it have happened that an explosion was thwarted or simply didn’t happen, it wasn’t the end of the world; he’d just set another one.
But waiting for Bruce to open the box was different. If he didn’t like the gift then it would be the end of the Joker’s world as he now knew it, and the end of the jeweler who made and sold him the customized present. Small beads of perspiration dotted the makeup on the clown’s forehead as Bruce opened the box in what seemed like slow motion.
It took Bruce a moment to realize what he was looking at: solid gold initial B cufflinks with an emerald in the top loop of the B, and an amethyst in the bottom loop. Bruce found it difficult to swallow around the lump in his throat or to find his voice.
A single tear formed in the Joker's eye and gravity caused it to carve a path in the white greasepaint. Bruce looked at the Joker and only five words escaped his lips before he smeared the Joker’s makeup, wiping away the tear. “It’s exquisite," he whispered. "I love you.”
The Joker's lips claimed Bruce’s and the only sound was two hearts beating as one as they expressed mutual desire.
BUZZ!
For a moment, nether man responded. The Joker broke the kiss, panting, “I, um, have to wash this out," he said, gesturing to his head.
Bruce laughed softly. "Go ahead," he said. “I brought oysters and champagne," he said in his normal voice, and then added in his Batman growl, "So you'd better hurry.”
The Joker grinned slyly at the use of that raspy tone. “Didja bring desert, too, Batsy?” he purred, licking his lips.
“The desert’s already here,” came the Batman’s growl again.
"Oooh!" Cackling, the Joker skipped off to the bathroom to wash the dye from his hair.
Bruce put on the cufflinks and chilled the champagne. He checked to make sure the Joker was still bent over the sink before checking his pants' pocket. The ring box was still there. Inside, an obsidian bat with emerald eyes stared back at him from a solid gold band, the tips of each wing accented by a tiny amethyst. He sighed. “How am I going to make this work?" he muttered under his breath. "Where are we going?"
Arms encircled him from behind and he snapped the box closed quickly. Turning around, he noticed the Joker had taken off his makeup. Bruce cupped the naked face and ran a finger over the scarred lips. His voice was now tinged with tears. "Your face is...is so beautiful,” he murmured, and bestowed a chaste kiss. “Thank you."
The Joker wanted, needed to know if Bruce really liked the cufflinks, and this disturbed him. Swallowing hard, trying to keep the fear out of his voice, he asked, “So, um, you like them?”
“That depends," Bruce said, trying to lighten the mood with a bit of teasing, "did you kill anyone?”
“That depends." The Joker smirked, picking up on the change. "Do you like them?”
Bruce knew that this could go on all night and he had other plans for the Joker. Caressing his face again, he looked into his lover's eyes. They told him nothing. Finally, he said, “I love them. Never in my life has anyone given me anything so exquisite or made me feel so complete and loved.”
The Joker let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding and said, “No.”
“No, what?” Bruce asked, a bit confused.
“No, no one died, and since you like them, no one will die, Brucey." He nodded to the packages Bruce brought. "And I must confess, I never liked oysters much, and I like raw oysters even less."
Bruce smiled. “Raw oysters are considered an aphrodisiac."
The Joker snorted. "Sez you. To me, they're just snot on the half-shell." He picked up the ice bucket containing the bottle of champagne and the box of matching flutes, and headed for the bedroom. “Don’t keep me waiting, Brucey, or I just might start without you.”
To be continued....