THE BATMAN KINK MEME
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“Thought of what?”
“Of you and me.”
Harvey shrugged, flabbergasted that the Joker was shrugging his large purple coat off. “Sure, all time.” And then playing it up a bit, because he was The Batman, right? Not really, Harvey. “Thought about punching your face in. Thought about slitting your throat, about breaking your fingers one by one, about throwing you out a fucking window!”
A gurgled moan escaped the painted lips of the man above him and the Joker’s hips rocked downwards sharply. “OH, Yes, Bats. That’s it. What else, tell me? Tell me tell me!” And dear lord the Joker was clapping his hands together like a child. Harvey wasn’t really paying attention, too focused on the fact that the Joker was undoing both their pants and that very soon this wasn’t going to be fun anymore.
…
What part of this was fun? None of it! That’s what! Oh Harvey, get a hold of yourself!
But Harvey couldn’t stop. He pushed his horror and revulsion back and pretended, but he could hear the hysteria straining his voice. “Sure plenty more!” Harvey’s eyes were darting about now, “Always wondered if you tasted like makeup (you do by the way, very chemical, very not you. You're too wild to taste so synthetic.), thought about if you actually bleed or not… kind of wondered if you were even human…”
“Course not, Bats. You and Me, we’re more than human. We’re something special.”
Harvey laughed, “Sure we are,” and my, where had his pants gone? And the Joker hadn’t had his pants undone a second ago, had he? And gee, his cock sure looked big. This would hurt. Harvey allowed his hips to buck upwards. He panted like a wild animal, “wondered what it’d be like for you to fuck me. To fuck you. Bend you over, fuck you silly, see if you could still laugh afterwards…”
The Joker laughed, “Oh Harvey, of course I could.” And then he thrust inside, no preparation, no warning. It hurt. A lot. Harvey was proud that he didn’t scream, didn’t cry, didn’t beg. The Batman would not beg.
Harvey would not beg.
And then the Joker was thrusting sharply inside him and Harvey couldn’t block it out. Not with the Joker’s unending slew of “Meant for each other”s and “just you an’ me Harv’!”s. And so Harvey snapped his hips upwards and met the Joker’s next thrust harshly. The Joker’s eyes popped when he stared down at the attorney. And Harvey moaned, groaned and damn near purred all while rolling his hips.
That something was back in the clown’s eyes again. That thing that had arrived the first time Harvey had allowed himself to moan and suddenly it all made sense. All the talk of being made for each other, of being one and the same. The sex (rape!) was all about making The Batman want the Joker. Harvey would have laughed, but it was just too much!
The Batman justified the Joker’s existence. The Joker wanted The Batman, wanted the power and violence that the Bat promised. He wanted that sense of justice and darkness to want him back.
Harvey’s unbound arms twitched and he brought them up, twined them around the Joker’s neck. Eyes locked he saw the utter glee in the black rimmed eyes. This was what the Joker wanted, what he needed. A weakness in the clown’s defenses.
The Joker should have been more careful. Harvey may be playing at being The Batman, but he was also a lawyer. And if here was one thing a lawyer was good at it was finding a weakness and exploiting it.
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