Gotham Idol Round 2 - [thesingingbush] - Fic - [Leather And Chains And Whips, Oh My!]
Title: Leather And Chains And Whips, Oh My!
Author: thesingingbush
Word Count: 1,933
Disclaimer: I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything, I don't own anything. As far as anyone's concerned, this is all a dream. Now try and sue that. XD
Rating: R - NSFW (Just to be safe)
Prompt: Kink
Warnings: S&M Fo' sho'!! XD
Team: Knight
Summary: Batman has a rather...'exotic' encounter with his nemesis.
(A/N: Okay, so. This idea originally came to me several months ago, and I was going to do it in a cartoon/comic book format, but because I'm not such a savvy drawer, I never got around to it. Sort of forgot it when this prompt came up, and I had several other ideas in my head of what I was going to do for this round. But I didn't like any of them, and started to panic on what I was going to do, until today. ^w^ Then I felt great! And at one point, whene we had to take my mother to the dentist, a song I love on my Mp3 player came on, and all I could think about was how incredibly well it suited my story!! The song is "Is This Real?" by Lisa Hall. If you've never heard it, go listen to it. I love it and it's great. 8D!
I would have gotten this done sooner, but a bunch of little rugrats REFUSED to leave me alone today everytime I was going to type this up, and well, if you've read it, it's uhh....not exactly something I want innocent eyes to look upon. Sooo, yeah. Plz comment and enjoy!! I'm going to bed now...)
Batman had left his Tumbler on lock down well hidden from prying eyes and took to the streets on foot.
The winds were wild tonight, pulling his cape in every direction, making him look less human and more like a nightmare. It whistled through cracks in windows and made discarded newspaper's dance. They stung his eyes, but he kept going, kept searching.
But for what?
What was he looking for? A crime of some sort? No. More specific. He could see it in his mind's eye but the name didn't reach the tongue. He knew it so well. The sound it makes, how he feels when he says it, but it wasn't there. Just the searching for it. The image of what it is. What it meant. The need to find it. To catch it, grab hold and...what?
What would he do when he finally got it? What would he really do? Wanted to do, for so long? A hidden desire he would never embrace upon? He didn't know. Was that why he was frantic to find this thing? To end a need he didn't fully understand?
Or to begin something he hungered for?
All these questions tangled into his brain as a haunting laughter echoed through the streets bouncing off the walls, growing louder, and louder...
Until he became aware he wasn't running anymore. He wasn't even outside anymore. How the hell did he get here!?
He was in a dark room where everything was cast in shadows. The walls were grey and made of what looked like granite. There must have been a light coming from somewhere above for he could see surprisingly well. Yet the source of it was unknown. It was strangely quiet. No sound aside from his own heavy breathing.
He himself was in a standing position with chains wrapped meticulously around each arm, elbow to wrist, then entwined crossing each other above his head. They led up to a ceiling that wasn't there. Just stretching up and up into pitch blackness. He was grateful that his cowl was still on.
Batman struggled against the restraints, jingling the chains to life. Although he was surprised with the amount of movement he had, his bonds held together. He could feel his pulse vibrate into the metal links as his fingers went numb. He soon stopped anymore attempts when it seemed they tightened their grasp on him with every tug.
His mind raced into a frenzy trying to figure out how he got here and how he was going to get out, when a nasally voice broke the silence.
"Well well weelllll. Look who's finally up. For a second there, I thought I hit yer noggin' too hard."
Batman turned rigid at the oh-so familiar sound. Fear streaked down his spine and he shivered. Not because he was cold, but for something...he wasn't trying very hard to ignore. He couldn't see where the voice was coming from, and he wanted to see. No, he didn't want to see. Yes he did. No he didn't yes he did---
The sound of heels clicking on the ground stopped Batman's undecided rant. He strained his eyes in the direction of the footsteps when the figure stepped out of the shadow it lurked in.
Batman's jaw dropped and his mind went blank. With wide eyes he looked over the thing sauntering towards him, slowly.
The Joker approached him dressed to the hilt in a dominatrix get up. He wore a biker hat with a Joker card tucked where a police badge usually is seen, with silver dangly earrings in the shapes of bats hung all up and down each earlobe. A thick spiky dog collar decorated his throat with a padlock and thin loose chains ornamented on it's front. A spandex-tight leather corset and chaps flattered his thin frame. Even though they were behind his back, Batman knew on his arms were elbow length gloves, also made of leather. 'Chase-me-fuck-me' high heels with ankle straps were his footwear, and a too-tight purple fabric covered his manliness.
When Batman finally brought his eyes back to the Clown's face, he not only saw how fresh and neat his makeup was, but also took notice of the sadistic smile that graced his lips and the lust-filled gaze that sparkled from his poison green eyes.
"Like my new outfit? I'm wearing it just for you." Joker brought both his arms up to his chest, and Batman saw briefly that he was holding something before the Clown turned around till his back was facing him. The Dark Knight didn't miss what was meant for him to see; how the corset strings crisscrossed seductively all the way down his back, until meeting up with a little bat tattoo riding low on the hip bone between two cute dimples just above the most beautiful bare ass that there ever was. Perfection at it's finest.
He couldn't take his eyes off it until he felt the Clown staring at him. He looked up and saw the Joker had his head turned to peek at him, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Like what you see??"
Joker spun around to face him and threw one arm out, letting a long tail of a whip lash out. He then swung it and snapped it hard on the ground, getting a loud crack to echo off the walls. Batman's heart raced as he heard joker let out a shuddering breath with half closed eyes. He grabbed the whip in both hands up to his face and squeezed it until the leather squeaked. Joker's gaze was sharp now, and said through an abnormally large smile "Who's been a naughty Bat, then?"
Joker sauntered quickly up to Batman and took the thick end of the whip under Bruce's chin to forcibly tilt his head up more. He leaned his face close to the other, now mere inches away from the Bat's mouth.
"Mmmm, what I'm going to do to you." He purred. Bruce forgot all about trying to escape and more on what Joker was saying, watching that pink tongue dart out from it's hiding place every once in a while.
"I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted, but were too ashamed to ask. Let all your deepest, darkest, wildest fantasies come true, as many times as you want. I'm going to make you scream with pleasure, and cry with pain.
"Aaand, if you've been a really good boy," Joker lowered his hands and let them slither down Batman's front. "I'll let you have your, heh, reward." Joker moved in closer and turned around slowly. He bent his knees and flushed his back against the kevlar suit, taking his sweet time with the whole thing. Joker dug his fingers onto the Bat's legs, and when he straightened his knees, he dragged his nails up while arching his lower back against the vigilante's pelvis. He did this again and again, painfully slow each time, grinding his ass against the now trembling hero, purring the whole time.
Batman bit his lower lip hard to try and hold back a moan that demanded to come out. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists, shaking with pepped up tension. Unable to think clearly his body began to move into the movement, wanting that 'reward' so bad, it hurt. He felt an excitement pool in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't control, nor did he want to. Bruce ached and tried desperately to pull his arms down to grab the Clown and take him right then and there, but to no avail. The chains refused to budge. The vigilante let out a struggled groan of frustration and lowered his head down onto the crook of the Clown's neck. This was torturous.
Just when Batman thought he was going to lose his mind, Joker turned around to face him once again. He let both of his hands wander everywhere, moving from the chest, up to the arms, then sliding them down his back to the ass, then back up to start over again. The Clown leaned his head in to whispering what he could only assume was Batman's ear, gently brushing his lips along the way. "Tell me. Tell me you want it."
Joker raised one hand to the back of Bruce's neck and the other rubbed down his kevlar suited back and around his waist. He situated himself in between one of the Bat's legs and slowly thrusted forward and back on it. Joker began to pant and let out audacious moans to the Bat's ear. His voice dropped lower and became more rough. "Tell me, you want me. Tell me Batsy. Say you want me, you need me. That you just can't live without me. Unh! Say it. You know you want to, you'll feel sooo much better if you do! Just admit it, Batsy! Say it!"
"I do!" Batman's voice was deep and gravely. He just couldn't hold back anymore. He gave in willingly to whatever the Joker wanted. "I do want you. So Badly."
Bruce was surprised at how easy it was to say, and even felt a part of a great weight lift off of him. Was this what it felt like to be free?
Joker let out a soft chuckle, that sounded more like relief. He pulled his head down a little and licked him from under his chin, over his Adam's apple, across the vigilante's jaw and over on cheek all in one long swipe. Batman tilted his head to give him more access when needed. This felt wonderful. Now if only he could get his arms free....
Wait, thought Bruce. They are free! Batman became suddenly aware that his arms had somehow been untied, and now hung at his sides. He didn't think about how it happened as the Joker gently brushed his lips across the other, smiling. "Well then, why don't you just come get me then?" Joker took one step away from Batman, and when Bruce was about to yank him back to him, the Joker yelled "WAKE UP!!!" and pushed him back hard in the chest, sending Batman flying backwards, then---
Bruce sat up immediately out of bed and gasped. He was panting heavily, trying to get an even breath. He was covered in a sheen sweat as he stared wide eyed around his own bedroom. It took him a few moments to realize that it was all a dream. Whatever he went through--or thought he went through--wasn't real. But it sure a hell felt real. He rung a hand through his dark hair and took several deep breaths to calm himself. His heart was pounding in his ears. The Billionaire grabbed a pillow from the unused side of his colossal bed and hugged it to his front, covering over that bump in the sheets he wanted so desperately not to notice.
Bruce eventually slunked back down into bed, staring up at the ceiling. He started to think of the unavoidable dream, and it's hidden meaning. Dreams are always trying to tell you of what's bothering you, or what would be better if you did this instead of that. Bruce didn't need to do a whole lot of thinking to figure out what his dream meant. He already knew.
The Wayne heir sighed heavily and slapped the pillow up over his face. He kept it there a while, squeezing it a little tighter than what was necessary.
"God, I really need help." He muffled it into the pillow, making it near impossible to understand what he said.
Author: thesingingbush
Word Count: 1,933
Disclaimer: I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything, I don't own anything. As far as anyone's concerned, this is all a dream. Now try and sue that. XD
Rating: R - NSFW (Just to be safe)
Prompt: Kink
Warnings: S&M Fo' sho'!! XD
Team: Knight
Summary: Batman has a rather...'exotic' encounter with his nemesis.
(A/N: Okay, so. This idea originally came to me several months ago, and I was going to do it in a cartoon/comic book format, but because I'm not such a savvy drawer, I never got around to it. Sort of forgot it when this prompt came up, and I had several other ideas in my head of what I was going to do for this round. But I didn't like any of them, and started to panic on what I was going to do, until today. ^w^ Then I felt great! And at one point, whene we had to take my mother to the dentist, a song I love on my Mp3 player came on, and all I could think about was how incredibly well it suited my story!! The song is "Is This Real?" by Lisa Hall. If you've never heard it, go listen to it. I love it and it's great. 8D!
I would have gotten this done sooner, but a bunch of little rugrats REFUSED to leave me alone today everytime I was going to type this up, and well, if you've read it, it's uhh....not exactly something I want innocent eyes to look upon. Sooo, yeah. Plz comment and enjoy!! I'm going to bed now...)
Batman had left his Tumbler on lock down well hidden from prying eyes and took to the streets on foot.
The winds were wild tonight, pulling his cape in every direction, making him look less human and more like a nightmare. It whistled through cracks in windows and made discarded newspaper's dance. They stung his eyes, but he kept going, kept searching.
But for what?
What was he looking for? A crime of some sort? No. More specific. He could see it in his mind's eye but the name didn't reach the tongue. He knew it so well. The sound it makes, how he feels when he says it, but it wasn't there. Just the searching for it. The image of what it is. What it meant. The need to find it. To catch it, grab hold and...what?
What would he do when he finally got it? What would he really do? Wanted to do, for so long? A hidden desire he would never embrace upon? He didn't know. Was that why he was frantic to find this thing? To end a need he didn't fully understand?
Or to begin something he hungered for?
All these questions tangled into his brain as a haunting laughter echoed through the streets bouncing off the walls, growing louder, and louder...
Until he became aware he wasn't running anymore. He wasn't even outside anymore. How the hell did he get here!?
He was in a dark room where everything was cast in shadows. The walls were grey and made of what looked like granite. There must have been a light coming from somewhere above for he could see surprisingly well. Yet the source of it was unknown. It was strangely quiet. No sound aside from his own heavy breathing.
He himself was in a standing position with chains wrapped meticulously around each arm, elbow to wrist, then entwined crossing each other above his head. They led up to a ceiling that wasn't there. Just stretching up and up into pitch blackness. He was grateful that his cowl was still on.
Batman struggled against the restraints, jingling the chains to life. Although he was surprised with the amount of movement he had, his bonds held together. He could feel his pulse vibrate into the metal links as his fingers went numb. He soon stopped anymore attempts when it seemed they tightened their grasp on him with every tug.
His mind raced into a frenzy trying to figure out how he got here and how he was going to get out, when a nasally voice broke the silence.
"Well well weelllll. Look who's finally up. For a second there, I thought I hit yer noggin' too hard."
Batman turned rigid at the oh-so familiar sound. Fear streaked down his spine and he shivered. Not because he was cold, but for something...he wasn't trying very hard to ignore. He couldn't see where the voice was coming from, and he wanted to see. No, he didn't want to see. Yes he did. No he didn't yes he did---
The sound of heels clicking on the ground stopped Batman's undecided rant. He strained his eyes in the direction of the footsteps when the figure stepped out of the shadow it lurked in.
Batman's jaw dropped and his mind went blank. With wide eyes he looked over the thing sauntering towards him, slowly.
The Joker approached him dressed to the hilt in a dominatrix get up. He wore a biker hat with a Joker card tucked where a police badge usually is seen, with silver dangly earrings in the shapes of bats hung all up and down each earlobe. A thick spiky dog collar decorated his throat with a padlock and thin loose chains ornamented on it's front. A spandex-tight leather corset and chaps flattered his thin frame. Even though they were behind his back, Batman knew on his arms were elbow length gloves, also made of leather. 'Chase-me-fuck-me' high heels with ankle straps were his footwear, and a too-tight purple fabric covered his manliness.
When Batman finally brought his eyes back to the Clown's face, he not only saw how fresh and neat his makeup was, but also took notice of the sadistic smile that graced his lips and the lust-filled gaze that sparkled from his poison green eyes.
"Like my new outfit? I'm wearing it just for you." Joker brought both his arms up to his chest, and Batman saw briefly that he was holding something before the Clown turned around till his back was facing him. The Dark Knight didn't miss what was meant for him to see; how the corset strings crisscrossed seductively all the way down his back, until meeting up with a little bat tattoo riding low on the hip bone between two cute dimples just above the most beautiful bare ass that there ever was. Perfection at it's finest.
He couldn't take his eyes off it until he felt the Clown staring at him. He looked up and saw the Joker had his head turned to peek at him, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Like what you see??"
Joker spun around to face him and threw one arm out, letting a long tail of a whip lash out. He then swung it and snapped it hard on the ground, getting a loud crack to echo off the walls. Batman's heart raced as he heard joker let out a shuddering breath with half closed eyes. He grabbed the whip in both hands up to his face and squeezed it until the leather squeaked. Joker's gaze was sharp now, and said through an abnormally large smile "Who's been a naughty Bat, then?"
Joker sauntered quickly up to Batman and took the thick end of the whip under Bruce's chin to forcibly tilt his head up more. He leaned his face close to the other, now mere inches away from the Bat's mouth.
"Mmmm, what I'm going to do to you." He purred. Bruce forgot all about trying to escape and more on what Joker was saying, watching that pink tongue dart out from it's hiding place every once in a while.
"I'm going to give you everything you've ever wanted, but were too ashamed to ask. Let all your deepest, darkest, wildest fantasies come true, as many times as you want. I'm going to make you scream with pleasure, and cry with pain.
"Aaand, if you've been a really good boy," Joker lowered his hands and let them slither down Batman's front. "I'll let you have your, heh, reward." Joker moved in closer and turned around slowly. He bent his knees and flushed his back against the kevlar suit, taking his sweet time with the whole thing. Joker dug his fingers onto the Bat's legs, and when he straightened his knees, he dragged his nails up while arching his lower back against the vigilante's pelvis. He did this again and again, painfully slow each time, grinding his ass against the now trembling hero, purring the whole time.
Batman bit his lower lip hard to try and hold back a moan that demanded to come out. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists, shaking with pepped up tension. Unable to think clearly his body began to move into the movement, wanting that 'reward' so bad, it hurt. He felt an excitement pool in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't control, nor did he want to. Bruce ached and tried desperately to pull his arms down to grab the Clown and take him right then and there, but to no avail. The chains refused to budge. The vigilante let out a struggled groan of frustration and lowered his head down onto the crook of the Clown's neck. This was torturous.
Just when Batman thought he was going to lose his mind, Joker turned around to face him once again. He let both of his hands wander everywhere, moving from the chest, up to the arms, then sliding them down his back to the ass, then back up to start over again. The Clown leaned his head in to whispering what he could only assume was Batman's ear, gently brushing his lips along the way. "Tell me. Tell me you want it."
Joker raised one hand to the back of Bruce's neck and the other rubbed down his kevlar suited back and around his waist. He situated himself in between one of the Bat's legs and slowly thrusted forward and back on it. Joker began to pant and let out audacious moans to the Bat's ear. His voice dropped lower and became more rough. "Tell me, you want me. Tell me Batsy. Say you want me, you need me. That you just can't live without me. Unh! Say it. You know you want to, you'll feel sooo much better if you do! Just admit it, Batsy! Say it!"
"I do!" Batman's voice was deep and gravely. He just couldn't hold back anymore. He gave in willingly to whatever the Joker wanted. "I do want you. So Badly."
Bruce was surprised at how easy it was to say, and even felt a part of a great weight lift off of him. Was this what it felt like to be free?
Joker let out a soft chuckle, that sounded more like relief. He pulled his head down a little and licked him from under his chin, over his Adam's apple, across the vigilante's jaw and over on cheek all in one long swipe. Batman tilted his head to give him more access when needed. This felt wonderful. Now if only he could get his arms free....
Wait, thought Bruce. They are free! Batman became suddenly aware that his arms had somehow been untied, and now hung at his sides. He didn't think about how it happened as the Joker gently brushed his lips across the other, smiling. "Well then, why don't you just come get me then?" Joker took one step away from Batman, and when Bruce was about to yank him back to him, the Joker yelled "WAKE UP!!!" and pushed him back hard in the chest, sending Batman flying backwards, then---
Bruce sat up immediately out of bed and gasped. He was panting heavily, trying to get an even breath. He was covered in a sheen sweat as he stared wide eyed around his own bedroom. It took him a few moments to realize that it was all a dream. Whatever he went through--or thought he went through--wasn't real. But it sure a hell felt real. He rung a hand through his dark hair and took several deep breaths to calm himself. His heart was pounding in his ears. The Billionaire grabbed a pillow from the unused side of his colossal bed and hugged it to his front, covering over that bump in the sheets he wanted so desperately not to notice.
Bruce eventually slunked back down into bed, staring up at the ceiling. He started to think of the unavoidable dream, and it's hidden meaning. Dreams are always trying to tell you of what's bothering you, or what would be better if you did this instead of that. Bruce didn't need to do a whole lot of thinking to figure out what his dream meant. He already knew.
The Wayne heir sighed heavily and slapped the pillow up over his face. He kept it there a while, squeezing it a little tighter than what was necessary.
"God, I really need help." He muffled it into the pillow, making it near impossible to understand what he said.