Batman Kink Meme

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THE BATMAN KINK MEME

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[2/4] I know someone already called it, but I had already started so...

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“No one cares about poor Harvey. You’re a bad bad bat! Killing all those people-“ A harsh swipe of the blade across his arm.

“I didn’t kill anyone!”

The clown pouted, “Oh but you did, Batsy. All those poor people who died before you turned yourself in to me,” the blade slid teasingly across Harvey’s jaw, almost like a caress. Did I turn myself into him? I don’t remember that… “and the police you were hiding with. Like that boy in the back with you. That’s your fault Harvey. You did that.”

Whatever protests Harvey would have made were interrupted when the Joker lowered his head and licked a long stripe of blood from Harvey’s collarbone. The attorney froze so suddenly and completely that he swore he heard the bones grinding to a halt. Impossibly wide eyes locked onto the Joker’s laughing face.

“Oh Harvey, why so serious?”

The next time the tongue glided across his skin Harvey shivered and it didn’t escape his notice the way the clown’s eyes dilated. The blade cut into his skin at his jaw line and traced upwards in a narrow incision. Seconds later the Joker’s lips had latched onto the cut and a happy gurgling sound came as he suckled the blood.

“Do you think they care, Batsy? You’re just a freak to them, after all! Just like me!” Another insane high pitched giggle.

“N-no!” And, Jesus, was that the clown’s hand on his crotch? What the Hell was going on? “It’s not like that! I help people!”

“I help them too, Bats. I help them see how much better the world can be if they just. Let. Go!” And the hand on him pressed harder, nearly painful and Harvey clenched his eyes shut and thought Rachel, Rachel, Rachel-

It wasn’t a slap that the Joker used to coerce Harvey into paying attention this time; instead it was a harsh slice of the knife from his hip up to his left nipple. His jaw was clutched in a painful grip and Harvey stared in wide-eyed shock into the eyes of a madman.

“You pay attention to me! No thinking of silly little whores in blue dresses for you, Bats.” His tone was so low, so serious that for a moment it wasn’t really the Joker anymore. It was just a very scary man with a knife, which, oddly, wasn’t quite as terrifying. A voice in the back of Harvey’s mind was whispering to him, telling him to nod and play the obedient little hostage. To do whatever his captor wanted, just make the cutting stop. Harvey shoved that voice down, very far down. He was no coward. He would not cower, he glared spitefully at the Joker and smiled.

“Oh,” he drawled, “and here I was thinking that blue would be such a pretty color on you, clown.”

The Joker froze, expression blanking for a moment before it transformed into pure fury. When the punch came Harvey couldn’t help but laugh, blood and spittle dribbling from his mouth. His triumph (and Harvey really started to wonder at himself that he was counting getting punched in the face as a win) was short lived because the Joker’s hands were suddenly on him again, gloved fingers harshly undoing Harvey’s belt.

“Bats, Bats,” the Joker chided, “It’s not nice to tease. We’re friends, you and me. Two of a kind. A real pair.” Harvey wished he’d shut up, the babbling was distracting him and he was trying to figure out what to do because the Joker’s Hand Was In His Pants. Like, right now. And Jesus, if this was what the Joker had wanted from The Batman no wonder the guy decided not to turn himself in!

“You and me Harvey,” and the Joker was still talking! “we took this city by storm! They didn’t know what hit them, did they! Oh no, silly little pawns!” The Joker twisted his wrist just so and Harvey gasped, and snarled something very unflattering into the Joker’s face. They were close now, noses near touching and heavy panting breaths billowing into one another’s faces. Harvey’s one of rage while the Joker looked as though he had just gotten everything he had ever wanted for Christmas. Plus the pony.