Part 5 and 6 of Memories
Summary: I have a feeling this story is drawing to a close. I’m very pleased that it’s lasted this long. It would have died alone on my computer if it wasn’t for all the lovelies from this community who encouraged me to keep it going. Thank you all so much! Enjoy!!
“Go to prison, where you belong!” Batman roared. He kicked the man to the ground. “I’m sick of the sight of you.”
“Batman, please show me some mercy,” the criminal begged. “I won’t do it again.”
“Tell that to the woman you nearly scared to death, asshole.” Batman growled.
“I wasn’t really going to shoot her. I just wanted some money…I just lost my job.”
“Save it for the shrink!” Batman took the man by the collar. “What’s your name?”
“Dominic. Please just let me go.” He shook with fear.
Batman threw Dominic into the back of the Batmobile and rode to the prison.
“Nice work,” Gordon awaited Batman at the door. “We’ve been trying to track this sicko for weeks.”
“Least I could do. I’ve been off-duty the past week.”
“It’s good to have you back.” Gordon assured.
Batman looked up at the sky. “The signal went on again. Who sent it?”
Gordon raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Could be a kid’s prank.”
“I don’t want to take any chances. I’ll be on the roof if you need me.” Batman exited the prison quickly as he made his way up to the source of the Bat signal.
Batman stepped onto the roof and looked around. He saw a man, dressed in a black suit, sitting on the edge of the roof.
“Hello?” Batman called out in a deep voice.
The man turned around and stood up.
“Joker? Is that you?” Bruce’s voice escaped from his lips. He almost could not recognize the man without his face paint and loud garb.
“Miss me?” The Joker wondered, his face blushing. He felt exposed without his painted mask.
“Your face…”
“I know. I thought I’d take you up on your offer.” The Joker explained. “You wanted to know what I looked like without…so…well…yeah.” He pointed to his face shyly.
Batman walked over to the Joker, staring at his mutilated face.
“Boo.” The Joker breathed softly.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare.” Bruce’s voice remained to sound. “It’s just you look…”
“Horrifying? Terrifying? Petrifying?” The Joker carried on with a smile.
“Attractive.” Bruce replied.
The Joker let out a sincere laugh. “Ah, an -ive, just for me.”
“Where have you been?” Bruce wondered. He had forgotten he was wearing his Batsuit.
“Just around town. Checking out the “real” Gotham, none of that touristy stuff.” The Joker shudders mockingly. “Although I did find the cutest little Batman figurine at the toy shop the other day! I took one before I left the shop. It’s in my pocket now…see?”
The Joker put a hand in his coat pocket and opened it to reveal the toy. “Designed by some crazy fan of yours.” He added jealously.
“Why did you go?”
“I had things to do. People to kill, places to burn, things to…blow up.”
“But you weren’t doing any of those things.” Batman’s voice returned. “I’ve been tracking you on television, and in the papers, and Gordon’s watching out for you, too.”
“I’m…honored.” The Joker replied.
“I’m surprised. I thought you liked doing all of those things.”
The Joker grinned widely. “They’re fun to do…but what I did with you seven painfully…long days ago, was even better.”
Bruce paused. “We can’t do that anymore.”
“And…why…not?” The Joker took a step closer.
“Because, I have a responsibility to fulfill. Gotham needs Batman. I can’t spend all my time making…fucking you.”
“Making what exactly?” The Joker snatched at the word. “Making whoopee? Making babies? Well, that’s impossible, whoops. Making…love?”
The last word hung in the air.
“Stop it.” Bruce’s voice crept out.
“Did you make love to me, Bruce Wayne?” The Joker wondered. “That’s who you are…if you needed reminding. You’re Bruce Wayne. You’re a man.”
“I know who I am.”
“Oh, do you now?” The Joker questioned. “I’m. not. so. certain.”
“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?”
“Oh, but I did say goodbye. Didn’t you get my card?” The Joker asked, flashing a smile. “I would have sent flowers, but I thought that would’ve…been…tacky.”
“Answer my question. Why did you leave?”
The Joker took in a deep breath. “I thought it was…for the best.”
“And why are you here now?”
“Because I’m a selfish fucking bastard.” The Joker sighed. “And this figurine wasn’t cutting it.” The Joker twirled it in his hand and laughed.
Bruce rolled his eyes. “I hate to admit it, but I thought about you a lot.”
“You…did?” The Joker’s eyes widened with surprise and delight.
“But all of that has to end.” Bruce explained. “Batman is more important than Bruce Wayne.”
The Joker shook his head. “Is this goodbye?”
The words echoed in Bruce’s mind. “Yes, it is. For real this time.”
The Joker took a step and grabbed Bruce’s face. He kissed him with a deep passion as he held the man in the Batsuit tightly in his grasp.
“Goodbye.” The Joker said calmly.
Within seconds, the Joker stepped off the ledge, falling down the building silently. Bruce reacted in seconds, grateful for his utility belt as he threw down a lifeline for the Joker.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Bruce said under his breath.
The Joker grabbed the rope and was soon hanging upside down, only a few feet from the ground.
“You didn’t let me fall.” The Joker thought aloud. “Very dependable…I like that.”
Batman “flew” down the building and landed gracefully on his feet. “Thought you could do that and get away with it!”
He slapped the Joker’s bare face.
The Joker chuckled softly. “What’s the point of this silly little life, without you, Brucey?”
“You’re insane.”
“You’ve just…realized…this?” The Joker retorted.
“I can’t believe you were going to kill yourself!” Bruce shook the Joker angrily.
“I’m getting a little light headed, hanging around like this…” The Joker observed. “Wooooo….oooh.”
“I’ll take you down.” Bruce offered. “But first…”
He stepped up to the Joker and ripped off his Bat mask. He took the Joker’s face in his hands and kissed his distorted lips, relishing the taste of his naked skin.
“You’re going to give Spiderman a run for his money.” The Joker sighed.
“Who the hell is Spiderman?” Bruce wondered.
“Don’t you read comic books?” The Joker wondered. “Oh…it’s not important. Just get me down.”
Batman flipped Joker onto his feet with a swift graceful motion. He removed the rope and went to throw it into the dumpster.
“Don’t.” The Joker put out his hand. “We might…need that…later. That is…if you’ll still have me.”
Bruce blushed as he reached for his mask. “If you’ll still have me.”
The Joker nodded furiously and began to giggle uncontrollably. He clapped his hands together with excitement.
“Get in the Batmobile, Joker!” Batman took the rope and tied the Joker’s hands behind his back.
“Yes, sir!” The Joker said with glee, as he hopped into the black vehicle.
When Bruce arrived at Wayne Manor, he dragged the Joker into his bedroom. He tore the Batsuit away as the Joker waited impatiently on the floor, hands tied with the rope.
“Oh my.” The Joker gasped as he looked upon Bruce’s muscular form. “It gets me…every. time.”
“Where do you want it…on the floor…or on the bed?” Bruce asked.
“Anywhere you want to put it…” The Joker winked.
Bruce blushed as he felt his arousal grow. He knelt down and stroked the Joker’s naked scarred face. He kissed the scars on his cheeks and lips, sucking on the jagged edges.
“Untie me, I want to touch you.” The Joker pleaded.
“No.” Bruce snarled.
“Ooo-ooo-oooh,” The Joker moaned.
Bruce quickly removed the Joker’s black suit and threw his clothes on the floor. He noticed purple underwear that still remained on his body.
“Underwear?”
“You wondered if I had any. I made a pair…just for your viewing pleasure.” The Joker winked.
“They’re purple.”
“I couldn’t completely eliminate the color from my wardrobe.” The Joker explained. “But enough talk…”
“There’s a first.” Bruce chuckled.
He picked the Joker up and placed him on the warm soft bed. He found lubricant on the nightstand and applied it quickly. He inserted a finger inside of the Joker, stimulating a zone of pleasure.
“Oh!” The Joker gasped. “Oh, that’s…very good.”
Then Bruce removed his finger and entered the Joker gently and carefully. He enjoyed the look of pleasure on the Joker’s face as Bruce felt the warm tightness surround his erection.
He leaned over and kissed the Joker softly and then forced his tongue into his mouth as he began to thrust. Bruce reached behind the Joker and untied his hands.
The Joker immediately wrapped his arms around Bruce’s torso and kissed his chiseled chest. “Oh, Bruce,” he sighed.
Bruce quickened his thrusts as he began to feel the climax approach.
“Oh, I’m so close…” The Joker moaned.
“Me…too…” Bruce grunted.
Both men came together, their bodies freezing and relaxing simultaneously. Bruce let out a sigh and rested beside the Joker before pulling out slowly.
“Wow.” The Joker gasped, letting out a low sigh.
“That was…fucking incredible.”
“Let’s not do the goodbye thing anymore.” The Joker proposed. “What do you think?”
Bruce looked over at the Joker. “You’re so serious.”
The Joker frowned. “Ha ha.”
“Seriously…let’s not do the goodbye thing.” The Joker insisted.
“But what about Batman?”
“What about him? You can still be Batman and still…be…with…me.” The Joker sputtered out the words, feeling vulnerable. “Ask him for permission.”
Bruce rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know. I’m bad with making commitments.” Bruce explained.
“I’m not asking for your hand in marriage! If we could just…be together…whenever you wanted to…”
Bruce contemplated the thought.
Alfred knocked on the door and entered the room.
“Master Wayne- Oh, bloody hell.” Alfred turned around and shut the door.
The Joker smiled, quite pleased with himself. “Well?”
“I’m tired.” Bruce said honestly. “And right now, I can’t think clearly. Because you’re so close to me…and you skin is so warm and…you look so fucking sexy-gorgeous.”
“Sexy-gorgeous? Is that a new one? I can’t keep up with the kids these days.” The Joker said, as he tried not to blush.
“I need to sleep on it.” Bruce added. “I need to clear my head.”
“I gave you seven days to do that.” The Joker pointed out.
“Funny, because all I thought of was you.” Bruce admitted without thinking. “There I go again.”
The Joker smiled sincerely. “If you need to think about it…then…do what you gotta do…”
Bruce nodded. “Thank you.”
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment…what’s another sleepless night?” He teased.
“You’re such a psycho.” Bruce teased back.
“I’m fucking crazy!” the Joker shouted. “For you…my sweet.”
Bruce fought back a yawn. “Awww.”
“Oh, shut it.” The Joker blushed. “I need my beauty rest….see you in 500 years.”
Bruce slapped the Joker’s bum playfully. “Stop it.”
“Good night.” The Joker whispered. “Sweet. dreams.”
“Hope you dream about knives and stuff…” Bruce murmured sleepily.
“Yeah, me, too.” The Joker nodded, as he began to doze off.
Alfred opened the door again and saw that Bruce’s arms were wrapped around the Joker’s torso. He observed a contented look on Bruce’s face and let out a dismayed sigh.
“Master Wayne, a fool for love, if nothing else.” He said aloud.
The Joker opened his eyes after Alfred left the room. “Here’s hoping.” He looked over at a slumbering Bruce, anxiously awaiting the reply to a question that has burned deep inside of his twisted soul.
To be continued…
Title: Memories, Part 6 (The Final Part)
Fandom: Batman, Joker, The Dark Knight
Pairing/Characters: Batman-Bruce/Joker, Gordon, Alfred
Rating: NC-17 (you all know why)
Length: 1,393 words
Warnings: spoilers, slash
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dark Knight or any of its characters. I do not own The Dark Knight or any of its characters. I. do. not.
Summary: This is the final part of Memories. I can’t begin to express the gratitude I have for all of the wonderful and lovely members of this community who have encouraged and praised this fic. It’s an honor writing for you! Also, if anyone would like to see a whacked out marriage fic with my characterizations of Batman/Joker, please let me know. It would be like a sister fic to Memories if people want it. So let your voice be heard. I write for each and every one of you!!
Batman had stopped the men in time. It was late at night, and they thought they were so clever, breaking into a jewelry shop without no one around.
Before they knew what hit them, Batman was behind them. Their heads were knocked together, and he dragged them to the police station.
As Batman walked back to the Batmobile, memories hit him like flashes of light. His mind was consumed with an image of the Joker lying on the cold hard bed of the asylum, clutching his pillow and blanket tightly in his large, warm hands.
Batman shook the image from his mind and focused on the sound of a man attempting to break into a nearby apartment.
Batman climbed on the ladder and waited for the man to notice his presence in the darkness.
“Boo.” He whispered.
The man shook. “Who’s there?”
Batman took the man by the collar of his shirt and dragged him down the ladder, his chin hitting the steps with a clunk.
“Your worst nightmare, you’re coming with me.” Batman growled as he brought yet another criminal of the night to the police station.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” Gordon wondered as he watched Batman bring in the poorly dressed thief.
Batman shook his head. “I sleep during the day…when I feel like it.”
Gordon took a sip of coffee. “I guess I do, too.”
Batman turned around to go.
“How’s the Joker?” Gordon wondered. “Do you know where he is?”
Batman turned and was grateful that his mask hid his blushing face. “No.”
Gordon looked at Batman cautiously. “Just wondered, that’s all.”
Batman left the police station seconds later. As he walked along the streets, he noticed a Joker card sitting in a puddle on the pavement.
His mind wandered to another memory as he pictured the Joker slurping tea from a cup, staining the pristine carpet. Bruce laughed quietly to himself and stepped into the Batmobile.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath. He swore he could almost feel the sensation of the Joker’s arms wrapped around him in the night, during a heated moment of passion and lust. He could almost taste the Joker’s tongue on his lips and feel the sweat running down his hauntingly beautiful face.
Bruce’s heart began to race as he drove to Wayne Manor, as he wondered if he had made the right choice.
Bruce, in full Batman gear, entered Wayne Manor, which was quiet and still. Alfred was off for the night and had decided to spend his free night at the opera house.
He walked down the hallway and sat in his dark bedroom. He removed his Batsuit and covered his naked form with a t-shirt and sweat pants. He sat on the empty chair in the corner and sighed.
“Welcome home, Batsy.” The Joker’s eerie voice broke the silence.
Bruce looked up and smiled.
“What have you been up to all day?” Bruce replied, matter-of-factly.
“Do you…really want to know? I’m…touched.” The Joker replied with a grin.
“Yes, you are.” Bruce teased. “Right here.” He turned on a lamp to kill the darkness and shed light on the Joker’s face, as he tapped his temple playfully.
“Hmmm.” The Joker responded.
“You’re wearing your makeup again.” Bruce noticed.
“Sorry, but I feel…naked…without it.”
“I wish you were naked.” Bruce whispered in the Joker’s ear.
The Joker chuckled. “Hm.” He licked his lips seductively. “So, do you really want to know what I’ve been doing?”
“Yes.” Bruce replied honestly.
“Come on. Follow me then. Form an orderly queue!” The Joker called out to his imaginary audience delightfully.
Bruce stood up and followed the Joker up the elevator to the top floor of Wayne Manor.
“What have you been doing?” Bruce wondered curiously.
The Joker was silent. They stepped out of the elevator. He retrieved a small but deadly detonator from his purple coat.
“Joker,” Bruce warned.
“What?” The Joker made a face.
“Maybe I don’t want to know anymore.”
“Re-lax.” The Joker hit the button. “And look out the window.”
Bruce’s heart began to beat faster and he held his breath.
The night sky lit up with green and purple flashes of light. The shapes and designs were beautiful in the midnight sky.
“Fireworks.” The Joker announced. “I made them…just. for. you.”
Bruce let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” He looked over at the Joker. “I love them.”
“I’m jealous. You love them and not me!” The Joker made a pout.
Bruce smiled. “You know how I feel about you.”
The Joker held a hand to his ear, waiting in anticipation.
Bruce stepped closer to the Joker and kissed his lips softly. He caressed the Joker’s back, rubbing the tense muscles.
“How do you feel about me?” The Joker asked when the kiss ended.
“Well, let me show you.” Bruce smiled slyly.
The Joker grinned. “Hmmm.”
Bruce took the Joker by the collar of his coat and slammed him into the wall.
“Oh, ow!” The Joker shouted with delight. “That hurt, Brucey.”
“Sorry.” Bruce kissed the Joker’s neck between sighs.
“No, I liked it, silly.” The Joker winked.
“Oh, good.” Bruce opened the Joker’s shirt, kissing his chest slowly. He moved his lips to a soft nipple, kissing and sucking it until it became hard.
“Ohhhhh,” The Joker moaned.
Bruce continued to slowly open the Joker’s shirt, kissing his stomach softly. The Joker helped Bruce remove his own shirt. The Joker ran his hands up and down Bruce’s muscular arms, savoring each flexed part of his upper arm.
The Joker and Bruce attempted to remove each other’s pants as quickly as possible. They bumped heads accidentally, which caused the Joker to cackle uncontrollably.
“Shhh.” Bruce whispered.
The Joker quelled his laugher. “Sorry…but that was…funny.”
Bruce smiled.
“Are you glad that I’m…here…with you?” The Joker wondered.
Bruce nodded his head.
“What are you waiting for?” The Joker asked.
Bruce widened his eyes.
“C’mon…c’mon…I need you…now.” The Joker pleaded.
Bruce took his cue and entered the Joker a second later.
“Oh!” The Joker yelped with surprise and delight.
Bruce thrusted into the Joker as he pressed his naked body against the wall. The Joker’s eyes twitched with ecstasy. “Bruce, oh, baby…don’t stop…ohhhhh.”
Bruce helped along the Joker’s erection as he stroked it in time with his thrusts.
The Joker tried to hold back his orgasm, wanting to wait until he felt the rush begin in Bruce’s body.
Bruce’s breathing became heavy. “Oh, I’m close.”
The Joker kissed Bruce’s lips hungrily, and felt his body go rigid as he came on Bruce’s flat stomach.
Bruce came two seconds later, and nearly dropped to his knees with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and ecstasy.
The Joker helped to steady Bruce, holding him up with his hands. They slid down the floor together, their bodies still connected.
“Holy hell, Batman. That was hot.” The Joker teased.
Bruce let out a small laugh. “Yeah, it was.”
Bruce heard the elevator door open.
“Master Wayne?”
Bruce and the Joker looked at each other.
“Kinda busy right now, Alfred.” Bruce warned. “I’ll come down later.”
“Do I need to invest in a blindfold?” Alfred wondered, calling out from the elevator.
The Joker smiled. “Ear plugs wouldn’t be a bad idea either.”
“So, he’s still here, then?” Alfred questioned, already knowing the answer.
Bruce nodded his head. “Yes, Alfred. He’ll be staying with us from now on.”
The Joker turned his head toward Bruce quickly in surprise.
“Really?”
Bruce smiled. “Well, duh.”
The Joker grinned widely. He grabbed Bruce and squeezed him tightly in his arms. “Oh, goodie.”
Bruce kissed the Joker’s ear and then his scarred cheek.
“And you know what?”
“What?” The Joker wondered.
“To answer your question…” Bruce looked down. “I love you…is that what you wanted to hear?”
The Joker nodded his head slowly, the shock of hearing three words that had never fallen on his ears before was still taking its toll.
“Joker?” Bruce shook him gently.
“Yeah, I’m…still…ticking.” The Joker smiled.
“What about me?” Bruce wondered.
“Well…” The Joker began. “I…love…you…too.” He said softly. “Always have, always will.”
Alfred headed down the elevator, sufficiently satisfied with what he had heard. He began to prepare a chocolate dessert for the two men. He would be cooking for three now. He might as well begin tonight.
The End
“Go to prison, where you belong!” Batman roared. He kicked the man to the ground. “I’m sick of the sight of you.”
“Batman, please show me some mercy,” the criminal begged. “I won’t do it again.”
“Tell that to the woman you nearly scared to death, asshole.” Batman growled.
“I wasn’t really going to shoot her. I just wanted some money…I just lost my job.”
“Save it for the shrink!” Batman took the man by the collar. “What’s your name?”
“Dominic. Please just let me go.” He shook with fear.
Batman threw Dominic into the back of the Batmobile and rode to the prison.
“Nice work,” Gordon awaited Batman at the door. “We’ve been trying to track this sicko for weeks.”
“Least I could do. I’ve been off-duty the past week.”
“It’s good to have you back.” Gordon assured.
Batman looked up at the sky. “The signal went on again. Who sent it?”
Gordon raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know. Could be a kid’s prank.”
“I don’t want to take any chances. I’ll be on the roof if you need me.” Batman exited the prison quickly as he made his way up to the source of the Bat signal.
Batman stepped onto the roof and looked around. He saw a man, dressed in a black suit, sitting on the edge of the roof.
“Hello?” Batman called out in a deep voice.
The man turned around and stood up.
“Joker? Is that you?” Bruce’s voice escaped from his lips. He almost could not recognize the man without his face paint and loud garb.
“Miss me?” The Joker wondered, his face blushing. He felt exposed without his painted mask.
“Your face…”
“I know. I thought I’d take you up on your offer.” The Joker explained. “You wanted to know what I looked like without…so…well…yeah.” He pointed to his face shyly.
Batman walked over to the Joker, staring at his mutilated face.
“Boo.” The Joker breathed softly.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare.” Bruce’s voice remained to sound. “It’s just you look…”
“Horrifying? Terrifying? Petrifying?” The Joker carried on with a smile.
“Attractive.” Bruce replied.
The Joker let out a sincere laugh. “Ah, an -ive, just for me.”
“Where have you been?” Bruce wondered. He had forgotten he was wearing his Batsuit.
“Just around town. Checking out the “real” Gotham, none of that touristy stuff.” The Joker shudders mockingly. “Although I did find the cutest little Batman figurine at the toy shop the other day! I took one before I left the shop. It’s in my pocket now…see?”
The Joker put a hand in his coat pocket and opened it to reveal the toy. “Designed by some crazy fan of yours.” He added jealously.
“Why did you go?”
“I had things to do. People to kill, places to burn, things to…blow up.”
“But you weren’t doing any of those things.” Batman’s voice returned. “I’ve been tracking you on television, and in the papers, and Gordon’s watching out for you, too.”
“I’m…honored.” The Joker replied.
“I’m surprised. I thought you liked doing all of those things.”
The Joker grinned widely. “They’re fun to do…but what I did with you seven painfully…long days ago, was even better.”
Bruce paused. “We can’t do that anymore.”
“And…why…not?” The Joker took a step closer.
“Because, I have a responsibility to fulfill. Gotham needs Batman. I can’t spend all my time making…fucking you.”
“Making what exactly?” The Joker snatched at the word. “Making whoopee? Making babies? Well, that’s impossible, whoops. Making…love?”
The last word hung in the air.
“Stop it.” Bruce’s voice crept out.
“Did you make love to me, Bruce Wayne?” The Joker wondered. “That’s who you are…if you needed reminding. You’re Bruce Wayne. You’re a man.”
“I know who I am.”
“Oh, do you now?” The Joker questioned. “I’m. not. so. certain.”
“Why did you leave without saying goodbye?”
“Oh, but I did say goodbye. Didn’t you get my card?” The Joker asked, flashing a smile. “I would have sent flowers, but I thought that would’ve…been…tacky.”
“Answer my question. Why did you leave?”
The Joker took in a deep breath. “I thought it was…for the best.”
“And why are you here now?”
“Because I’m a selfish fucking bastard.” The Joker sighed. “And this figurine wasn’t cutting it.” The Joker twirled it in his hand and laughed.
Bruce rolled his eyes. “I hate to admit it, but I thought about you a lot.”
“You…did?” The Joker’s eyes widened with surprise and delight.
“But all of that has to end.” Bruce explained. “Batman is more important than Bruce Wayne.”
The Joker shook his head. “Is this goodbye?”
The words echoed in Bruce’s mind. “Yes, it is. For real this time.”
The Joker took a step and grabbed Bruce’s face. He kissed him with a deep passion as he held the man in the Batsuit tightly in his grasp.
“Goodbye.” The Joker said calmly.
Within seconds, the Joker stepped off the ledge, falling down the building silently. Bruce reacted in seconds, grateful for his utility belt as he threw down a lifeline for the Joker.
“Oh, no you don’t.” Bruce said under his breath.
The Joker grabbed the rope and was soon hanging upside down, only a few feet from the ground.
“You didn’t let me fall.” The Joker thought aloud. “Very dependable…I like that.”
Batman “flew” down the building and landed gracefully on his feet. “Thought you could do that and get away with it!”
He slapped the Joker’s bare face.
The Joker chuckled softly. “What’s the point of this silly little life, without you, Brucey?”
“You’re insane.”
“You’ve just…realized…this?” The Joker retorted.
“I can’t believe you were going to kill yourself!” Bruce shook the Joker angrily.
“I’m getting a little light headed, hanging around like this…” The Joker observed. “Wooooo….oooh.”
“I’ll take you down.” Bruce offered. “But first…”
He stepped up to the Joker and ripped off his Bat mask. He took the Joker’s face in his hands and kissed his distorted lips, relishing the taste of his naked skin.
“You’re going to give Spiderman a run for his money.” The Joker sighed.
“Who the hell is Spiderman?” Bruce wondered.
“Don’t you read comic books?” The Joker wondered. “Oh…it’s not important. Just get me down.”
Batman flipped Joker onto his feet with a swift graceful motion. He removed the rope and went to throw it into the dumpster.
“Don’t.” The Joker put out his hand. “We might…need that…later. That is…if you’ll still have me.”
Bruce blushed as he reached for his mask. “If you’ll still have me.”
The Joker nodded furiously and began to giggle uncontrollably. He clapped his hands together with excitement.
“Get in the Batmobile, Joker!” Batman took the rope and tied the Joker’s hands behind his back.
“Yes, sir!” The Joker said with glee, as he hopped into the black vehicle.
When Bruce arrived at Wayne Manor, he dragged the Joker into his bedroom. He tore the Batsuit away as the Joker waited impatiently on the floor, hands tied with the rope.
“Oh my.” The Joker gasped as he looked upon Bruce’s muscular form. “It gets me…every. time.”
“Where do you want it…on the floor…or on the bed?” Bruce asked.
“Anywhere you want to put it…” The Joker winked.
Bruce blushed as he felt his arousal grow. He knelt down and stroked the Joker’s naked scarred face. He kissed the scars on his cheeks and lips, sucking on the jagged edges.
“Untie me, I want to touch you.” The Joker pleaded.
“No.” Bruce snarled.
“Ooo-ooo-oooh,” The Joker moaned.
Bruce quickly removed the Joker’s black suit and threw his clothes on the floor. He noticed purple underwear that still remained on his body.
“Underwear?”
“You wondered if I had any. I made a pair…just for your viewing pleasure.” The Joker winked.
“They’re purple.”
“I couldn’t completely eliminate the color from my wardrobe.” The Joker explained. “But enough talk…”
“There’s a first.” Bruce chuckled.
He picked the Joker up and placed him on the warm soft bed. He found lubricant on the nightstand and applied it quickly. He inserted a finger inside of the Joker, stimulating a zone of pleasure.
“Oh!” The Joker gasped. “Oh, that’s…very good.”
Then Bruce removed his finger and entered the Joker gently and carefully. He enjoyed the look of pleasure on the Joker’s face as Bruce felt the warm tightness surround his erection.
He leaned over and kissed the Joker softly and then forced his tongue into his mouth as he began to thrust. Bruce reached behind the Joker and untied his hands.
The Joker immediately wrapped his arms around Bruce’s torso and kissed his chiseled chest. “Oh, Bruce,” he sighed.
Bruce quickened his thrusts as he began to feel the climax approach.
“Oh, I’m so close…” The Joker moaned.
“Me…too…” Bruce grunted.
Both men came together, their bodies freezing and relaxing simultaneously. Bruce let out a sigh and rested beside the Joker before pulling out slowly.
“Wow.” The Joker gasped, letting out a low sigh.
“That was…fucking incredible.”
“Let’s not do the goodbye thing anymore.” The Joker proposed. “What do you think?”
Bruce looked over at the Joker. “You’re so serious.”
The Joker frowned. “Ha ha.”
“Seriously…let’s not do the goodbye thing.” The Joker insisted.
“But what about Batman?”
“What about him? You can still be Batman and still…be…with…me.” The Joker sputtered out the words, feeling vulnerable. “Ask him for permission.”
Bruce rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know. I’m bad with making commitments.” Bruce explained.
“I’m not asking for your hand in marriage! If we could just…be together…whenever you wanted to…”
Bruce contemplated the thought.
Alfred knocked on the door and entered the room.
“Master Wayne- Oh, bloody hell.” Alfred turned around and shut the door.
The Joker smiled, quite pleased with himself. “Well?”
“I’m tired.” Bruce said honestly. “And right now, I can’t think clearly. Because you’re so close to me…and you skin is so warm and…you look so fucking sexy-gorgeous.”
“Sexy-gorgeous? Is that a new one? I can’t keep up with the kids these days.” The Joker said, as he tried not to blush.
“I need to sleep on it.” Bruce added. “I need to clear my head.”
“I gave you seven days to do that.” The Joker pointed out.
“Funny, because all I thought of was you.” Bruce admitted without thinking. “There I go again.”
The Joker smiled sincerely. “If you need to think about it…then…do what you gotta do…”
Bruce nodded. “Thank you.”
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment…what’s another sleepless night?” He teased.
“You’re such a psycho.” Bruce teased back.
“I’m fucking crazy!” the Joker shouted. “For you…my sweet.”
Bruce fought back a yawn. “Awww.”
“Oh, shut it.” The Joker blushed. “I need my beauty rest….see you in 500 years.”
Bruce slapped the Joker’s bum playfully. “Stop it.”
“Good night.” The Joker whispered. “Sweet. dreams.”
“Hope you dream about knives and stuff…” Bruce murmured sleepily.
“Yeah, me, too.” The Joker nodded, as he began to doze off.
Alfred opened the door again and saw that Bruce’s arms were wrapped around the Joker’s torso. He observed a contented look on Bruce’s face and let out a dismayed sigh.
“Master Wayne, a fool for love, if nothing else.” He said aloud.
The Joker opened his eyes after Alfred left the room. “Here’s hoping.” He looked over at a slumbering Bruce, anxiously awaiting the reply to a question that has burned deep inside of his twisted soul.
To be continued…
Title: Memories, Part 6 (The Final Part)
Fandom: Batman, Joker, The Dark Knight
Pairing/Characters: Batman-Bruce/Joker, Gordon, Alfred
Rating: NC-17 (you all know why)
Length: 1,393 words
Warnings: spoilers, slash
Disclaimer: I do not own The Dark Knight or any of its characters. I do not own The Dark Knight or any of its characters. I. do. not.
Summary: This is the final part of Memories. I can’t begin to express the gratitude I have for all of the wonderful and lovely members of this community who have encouraged and praised this fic. It’s an honor writing for you! Also, if anyone would like to see a whacked out marriage fic with my characterizations of Batman/Joker, please let me know. It would be like a sister fic to Memories if people want it. So let your voice be heard. I write for each and every one of you!!
Batman had stopped the men in time. It was late at night, and they thought they were so clever, breaking into a jewelry shop without no one around.
Before they knew what hit them, Batman was behind them. Their heads were knocked together, and he dragged them to the police station.
As Batman walked back to the Batmobile, memories hit him like flashes of light. His mind was consumed with an image of the Joker lying on the cold hard bed of the asylum, clutching his pillow and blanket tightly in his large, warm hands.
Batman shook the image from his mind and focused on the sound of a man attempting to break into a nearby apartment.
Batman climbed on the ladder and waited for the man to notice his presence in the darkness.
“Boo.” He whispered.
The man shook. “Who’s there?”
Batman took the man by the collar of his shirt and dragged him down the ladder, his chin hitting the steps with a clunk.
“Your worst nightmare, you’re coming with me.” Batman growled as he brought yet another criminal of the night to the police station.
“Don’t you ever sleep?” Gordon wondered as he watched Batman bring in the poorly dressed thief.
Batman shook his head. “I sleep during the day…when I feel like it.”
Gordon took a sip of coffee. “I guess I do, too.”
Batman turned around to go.
“How’s the Joker?” Gordon wondered. “Do you know where he is?”
Batman turned and was grateful that his mask hid his blushing face. “No.”
Gordon looked at Batman cautiously. “Just wondered, that’s all.”
Batman left the police station seconds later. As he walked along the streets, he noticed a Joker card sitting in a puddle on the pavement.
His mind wandered to another memory as he pictured the Joker slurping tea from a cup, staining the pristine carpet. Bruce laughed quietly to himself and stepped into the Batmobile.
He closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath. He swore he could almost feel the sensation of the Joker’s arms wrapped around him in the night, during a heated moment of passion and lust. He could almost taste the Joker’s tongue on his lips and feel the sweat running down his hauntingly beautiful face.
Bruce’s heart began to race as he drove to Wayne Manor, as he wondered if he had made the right choice.
Bruce, in full Batman gear, entered Wayne Manor, which was quiet and still. Alfred was off for the night and had decided to spend his free night at the opera house.
He walked down the hallway and sat in his dark bedroom. He removed his Batsuit and covered his naked form with a t-shirt and sweat pants. He sat on the empty chair in the corner and sighed.
“Welcome home, Batsy.” The Joker’s eerie voice broke the silence.
Bruce looked up and smiled.
“What have you been up to all day?” Bruce replied, matter-of-factly.
“Do you…really want to know? I’m…touched.” The Joker replied with a grin.
“Yes, you are.” Bruce teased. “Right here.” He turned on a lamp to kill the darkness and shed light on the Joker’s face, as he tapped his temple playfully.
“Hmmm.” The Joker responded.
“You’re wearing your makeup again.” Bruce noticed.
“Sorry, but I feel…naked…without it.”
“I wish you were naked.” Bruce whispered in the Joker’s ear.
The Joker chuckled. “Hm.” He licked his lips seductively. “So, do you really want to know what I’ve been doing?”
“Yes.” Bruce replied honestly.
“Come on. Follow me then. Form an orderly queue!” The Joker called out to his imaginary audience delightfully.
Bruce stood up and followed the Joker up the elevator to the top floor of Wayne Manor.
“What have you been doing?” Bruce wondered curiously.
The Joker was silent. They stepped out of the elevator. He retrieved a small but deadly detonator from his purple coat.
“Joker,” Bruce warned.
“What?” The Joker made a face.
“Maybe I don’t want to know anymore.”
“Re-lax.” The Joker hit the button. “And look out the window.”
Bruce’s heart began to beat faster and he held his breath.
The night sky lit up with green and purple flashes of light. The shapes and designs were beautiful in the midnight sky.
“Fireworks.” The Joker announced. “I made them…just. for. you.”
Bruce let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” He looked over at the Joker. “I love them.”
“I’m jealous. You love them and not me!” The Joker made a pout.
Bruce smiled. “You know how I feel about you.”
The Joker held a hand to his ear, waiting in anticipation.
Bruce stepped closer to the Joker and kissed his lips softly. He caressed the Joker’s back, rubbing the tense muscles.
“How do you feel about me?” The Joker asked when the kiss ended.
“Well, let me show you.” Bruce smiled slyly.
The Joker grinned. “Hmmm.”
Bruce took the Joker by the collar of his coat and slammed him into the wall.
“Oh, ow!” The Joker shouted with delight. “That hurt, Brucey.”
“Sorry.” Bruce kissed the Joker’s neck between sighs.
“No, I liked it, silly.” The Joker winked.
“Oh, good.” Bruce opened the Joker’s shirt, kissing his chest slowly. He moved his lips to a soft nipple, kissing and sucking it until it became hard.
“Ohhhhh,” The Joker moaned.
Bruce continued to slowly open the Joker’s shirt, kissing his stomach softly. The Joker helped Bruce remove his own shirt. The Joker ran his hands up and down Bruce’s muscular arms, savoring each flexed part of his upper arm.
The Joker and Bruce attempted to remove each other’s pants as quickly as possible. They bumped heads accidentally, which caused the Joker to cackle uncontrollably.
“Shhh.” Bruce whispered.
The Joker quelled his laugher. “Sorry…but that was…funny.”
Bruce smiled.
“Are you glad that I’m…here…with you?” The Joker wondered.
Bruce nodded his head.
“What are you waiting for?” The Joker asked.
Bruce widened his eyes.
“C’mon…c’mon…I need you…now.” The Joker pleaded.
Bruce took his cue and entered the Joker a second later.
“Oh!” The Joker yelped with surprise and delight.
Bruce thrusted into the Joker as he pressed his naked body against the wall. The Joker’s eyes twitched with ecstasy. “Bruce, oh, baby…don’t stop…ohhhhh.”
Bruce helped along the Joker’s erection as he stroked it in time with his thrusts.
The Joker tried to hold back his orgasm, wanting to wait until he felt the rush begin in Bruce’s body.
Bruce’s breathing became heavy. “Oh, I’m close.”
The Joker kissed Bruce’s lips hungrily, and felt his body go rigid as he came on Bruce’s flat stomach.
Bruce came two seconds later, and nearly dropped to his knees with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and ecstasy.
The Joker helped to steady Bruce, holding him up with his hands. They slid down the floor together, their bodies still connected.
“Holy hell, Batman. That was hot.” The Joker teased.
Bruce let out a small laugh. “Yeah, it was.”
Bruce heard the elevator door open.
“Master Wayne?”
Bruce and the Joker looked at each other.
“Kinda busy right now, Alfred.” Bruce warned. “I’ll come down later.”
“Do I need to invest in a blindfold?” Alfred wondered, calling out from the elevator.
The Joker smiled. “Ear plugs wouldn’t be a bad idea either.”
“So, he’s still here, then?” Alfred questioned, already knowing the answer.
Bruce nodded his head. “Yes, Alfred. He’ll be staying with us from now on.”
The Joker turned his head toward Bruce quickly in surprise.
“Really?”
Bruce smiled. “Well, duh.”
The Joker grinned widely. He grabbed Bruce and squeezed him tightly in his arms. “Oh, goodie.”
Bruce kissed the Joker’s ear and then his scarred cheek.
“And you know what?”
“What?” The Joker wondered.
“To answer your question…” Bruce looked down. “I love you…is that what you wanted to hear?”
The Joker nodded his head slowly, the shock of hearing three words that had never fallen on his ears before was still taking its toll.
“Joker?” Bruce shook him gently.
“Yeah, I’m…still…ticking.” The Joker smiled.
“What about me?” Bruce wondered.
“Well…” The Joker began. “I…love…you…too.” He said softly. “Always have, always will.”
Alfred headed down the elevator, sufficiently satisfied with what he had heard. He began to prepare a chocolate dessert for the two men. He would be cooking for three now. He might as well begin tonight.
The End