Team Knight- Round One- Fanfic- 'In Flight Entertainment Part Two'
Title: In Flight Entertainment (Part 2)
Author: newbluemoon
Prompt: April Fools Day's
Word Count: 15,190 (Holy shit, I don't know how that happened. Sorry!) This part is 5727 words.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After reluctantly catching a flight to business meeting in Chicago, Bruce discovers he's trapped on a plane with his worst nightmare. And no, it's not snakes.
Disclaimer: What you can take from this fic, is that I am a very disturbed young woman and that I own nothing.
Warnings: Crack, blatant abuse of DC characters,(mutual) masturbation, slash, a few f-bombs, ridonculously long. Erm, use of British words and spellings? Oh and NSFW.
Author's notes: Okay, so this is my first ever fanfiction ever- I usually write original stories/poems- so I hope it's not too awful. I wrote this because I felt it was about time I contributed something to this wonderful fandom I adore so much. And I was getting rather worried about that lack of contributions at the moment, and I had time so I figured, what the hell? Also, it's an beta'd and rather rushed, so expect spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes. It's pretty much a crack fic and unfortunately, it gets rather fluffy as it progresses- I'm sorry D:, idk how it happened, but hopefully it doesn't suck like a two bit whore. Also, it's supposed to be a one-shot (even though it's divided up because it's too damn big lol), but I kind of want to continue it. Maybe in Chicago? What do you guys think?
Bruce's eyes widened as a sick realisation dawned upon him as he watched The Joker squirm and writhe, slumped against the wall. The madman seemed to be lost in some kind of euphoria and the mention of Bruce's name, said in such a husky, almost needy, tone had him wanting to be dragged into the clutches of the emotion himself. He tried in vain to summon every last shred of hated he had or the clown, attempting to will his now suddenly straining erection away. How could he be responding to this monster? It made no sense, but boy was it there. Bruce glanced down and saw the arrogantly proud tent of his trousers standing tall. Stupid, stupid body. The treacherous thing found the lust-striken clown to be one of the most erotic sights it had ever witnessed, and it responded accordingly.
The clown's hips had started to lazily move up and down, responding to a source of pleasure in his dream. As he gazed upon the spectacle, an idle, unruly hand slithered down Bruce's body and rubbed at his groin through his increasingly tight trousers. This time when The Joker moaned, Bruce joined him, just as lust filled, in a sleazy harmony. He shouldn't do this. Shouldn't push this morally inept situation he found himself in. Masturbating to the sight of your enemy, who's in the process of having a seemingly wet dream starring you, is not something any philosopher of morality would ever recommend. Though, perhaps a psychologist or two may have something to say on the matter. Bruce tried to think of anything that would make the prospect of continuing these exploits on his own body seem horrible. Thoughts of the madman's crimes were having little success in swaying his arousal, which was clearly in cohorts with his id, so Bruce turned his mind toward more disturbing images; his eighth grade algebra teacher with the sweaty shirts, The Riddler butt-fucking Twoface. Gordon in a speedo. ANYTHING! But the beautifully lewd noises the clown was making was enough to combat any image, no matter how depraved it may be.
The Joker, meanwhile, had begun to to touch his own body- a slave to his innate desires too it seemed-causing Bruce's breath to hitch in his throat. As if enchanted or charmed, all thoughts of stopping fled Bruce's mind and he allowed the liquid fire that flowed through his body to sooth his nerves. Slowly, he mirrored the lunatics explorations on his own body. The two allowed their roaming hands to sink beneath their respective waistbands as they cupped their achingly hard arousals. Both criminal and vigilante moaned deeply and tossed their heads backwards in ecstasy. Bruce watched as The Jokers cloth-hidden hand bobbed up and down underneath he material and gulped as he reflected the movement, perfectly in-sync. In the haze of his desire-fogged mind, there was nothing Bruce wanted more than for The Joker's clothes to disappear; to see his bare enemy. To know that part of him, even if he was reluctant to admit it. Even if he knew in the dark recesses of his mind that this was akin to committed the largest social taboo in existence, hell if he was religious he would be pretty sure this was a mortal sin, his whole core ached to see more of the creature in front of him.
The first tingling sensations on his path to completion started in Bruce's loins and it looked like his enemy was captured by the same feeling as they both made louder noises of appreciation. God, he was so hard. He could rationalise this or beat himself up about it later, but right now he just needed release. This was a victimless crime and ,well, if you can't beat 'em...
Bruce watched as The Joker's hand picked up the pace and he quickly followed suit, forgetting about any of the hundreds of reasons why this was most certainly a terrible idea. He no longer cared. He had but one goal- to arrive at the same time as his counterpart. He felt the pre-cum begin to gather at the head of his cock and ran a finger over the slit, shuddering at the delicious sensation. Reluctantly, for his eyes did not want to leave the breath-taking sight in front of his, his eyelids shut. Somehow, this made the inciting moans that filled the small room more prominent in Bruce's mind and his already engorged dick seemed to swell to unbelievable proportions. The trousers were really getting in the way, now. He wanted them gone, but he wasn't that stupid. He wasn't about to be caught pant-less. But dammit it was tight in there. It made Bruce's ministrations difficult to accomplish and was frustrating the hell out of him, but he'd already indulged to immoral lengths in his desires, he wasn't going to push it any further.
Bruce briefly opened his eyes and practically drooled when he saw The Joker lift his hips of the floor with an animalistic growl bubbling in his throat. Bruce's eyes rolled back into his head as he traced a large vain on his shaft, mimicking the clown's movement. The bathroom was filled with heavy breathing, manly moans and feral growls as each man neared their destinations.
Bruce heard as The Joker began to repeat a whispered 'Bats, Bats Bats' over and over, like a prayer. A look of adoration flickered across his dreaming face and Bruce nearly came on the spot. He knew he should be bitterly angry at The Joker's perversion of his alter-egos title, but he couldn't find the strength to do so. Instead, he opted for deeming it to be a terribly arousing sound, perhaps the best the clown had made yet. The lava in his being flowed fiercely and he couldn't help but cry out. But it the simple moan turned into something more sinister.
'Joker!', he gasped loudly as his impending orgasm began to build inside of his pulsing balls.
Abruptly, The Jokers eyes shot open at the sound of his name being called in such a manner. Bruce's jaw fell open as his fist immediately ceased all action on his cock and he stared into the crazed, sleepy eyes of his equally aroused enemy. The Joker's eyebrows furrowed as he felt strange emotions and sensations rack through his body. This was not something he was used to doing often, so when he looked down and saw exactly where his hand was, he was surprised to say the least. He brought his head back up to look at his mortified enemy and let his eyes flicker down to a very, very noticeable bulge shrouded by a fist in his trousers. Eyes widening in realisation, he looked back to the blushing billionaire, searching the sapphire-blue eyes for some kind of answer to an unasked question.
The two enemies continued to stare at each other, right into their respective souls, each feeling the penetrating pressure of the others eyes dig into their core. Neither dared to speak or move- meaning that ,embarrassingly, their hands were still cupping their still hard dicks- and there were two sets of equally red cheeks. Somewhere in Bruce's mind, he found this to be a rather strange phenomenon. The Joker was not one to get embarrassed over, well, anything. He did what he felt like, and damn everybody else. But right now, the normally painted, pasty-white face was tinged beetroot-red. Bruce would have found this amusing had he not held the same expression and colouring. Both men were frozen to the spot, mouths open, cheeks flushed and penises at full mast, but they declined to comment, feeling as though nothing they said could make this situation any better. Having said that, nothing could make this situation worse either, so The Joker cleared his throat in preparation to ,no doubt, make a snide comment.
However, as the first syllable croaked out of his dry mouth, the room suddenly shook with ferocity and Bruce could have sworn he saw fear flash through eyes of the force of chaos in front of him. The light on the ceiling began to flicker on and off with a buzzing noise and Bruce noticed panic shudder through his enemy's being. Forgetting about the unfortunate and horrifically embarrassing situation he was in, The Joker sprang up to his feet and Bruce tensed for an attack. He was in a completely vulnerable position too, so he doubted he could succeed in subduing the maniac before he caused any real harm. However, the startled clown bypassed Bruce and went straight to the locked toilet door. As his visibly shaking hands attempted to open the lock Bruce had pulled so tightly closed, the vigilante launched himself up and ceased The Joker's arms. He could feel the tremors of fear rack through The Joker's body and his eyes exposed the dreaded emotion that Bruce was in no way prepared to see floating in olive pools.
'Let me go, Batman!', The Joker shrieked as he struggled to escape Bruce's tightenimg grip on him. Bruce felt something remarkably similar to worry fill him- The Universal Mr Anarchy, Death and Destruction 2009 should not be frightened of anything. It was something Bruce found more disturbing than anything that had happened in the past hour and a half. Panic did not belong on the familiar- yet strikingly different- face close to his.
'Joker. Joker! Listen, it's just a bit of turbulence', he tried to tell the relentless sociopath in his grip in the most soothing voice he was capable of in such a tense situation. The madman wasn't having any of it. He was yelling about 'small spaces', growling, screaming and cursing as he tried to wriggle out of Bruce's clutches, but it was when Bruce heard a sob break through that he felt the overwhelming urge to destroy whatever the hell it was that had The Joker worked up to such a state. It wasn't about the safety of the passengers anymore, or even for his own sake. He wanted to rid his arch foe of that horror-stricken look on his face. He wanted, needed to sooth him, to calm him. And Bruce had only seen The Joker relatively calm in two situations and Bruce was done trying to tell himself he didn't feel just as content in them. Freaked out, embarrassed, self loathing but content. How sick is that?
So, doing the only thing he knew how to do in an effort to stop the hysterical man from being held in the grips of panic, Bruce forcefully brought his head down to claim The Joker's mouth. The Joker shivered under him and sobs still ran through his body, causing an almost desperate sadness in Bruce. He moved his lips hard against The Joker's plump ones, trying to remain as gentle and reassuring as he could, which was difficult when the object of this attention was squirming like a worm dying in the sun. He let his hands drop The Joker's wrists and placed one on the curve of his back, pulling him in toward his own body, and brought his other hand to cup the clown's soft cheek where his scars should be. This was to still the wriggling form, but was also done out of Bruce's curiosity- a part of him wanted to know if he could feel the scars over the makeup that hid them. As it happened, he couldn't. The prosthetics were very well applied.
The Joker, though still making soft whimpering noises, stilled in Bruce's arm, almost appearing to melt into them. However he had not yet responded to the kiss. Bruce hummed lightly, causing the maniac to shudder once more and moan quietly in response. Timidly, The Joker began to move his lips against Bruce's, his eyes finally fluttering closed. Bruce tightened his grip on his foe and allowed his tongue to trace the seam of The Joker's mouth, unconsciously seeking entry. The Joker willingly obliged, and as their slippery tongues met, both men groaned, the sound echoing into each of their mouths. Bruce was flabbergasted at just how natural this felt. To run his tongue against The Joker's and to hold the man close to his body should make him want to throw up bile, but it felt like ,well, nothing he could describe in words since he had never felt anything remotely like this before in all his years. Not even... No. She had no place here. This was about the two of them, no matter how disgustingly wrong it was.
The Joker tasted of an amalgam peppermint candy and milk chocolate and something Bruce could only attribute to pure undiluted sin. And it was possibly the most amazing thing Bruce had ever tasted. He ran his tongue along the sides of The Joker's mouth. Ah! There they were. His scares in all their glory, deep and profound. Bruce shuddered as they forced him to confront just who, what it was he was French kissing with so much passion. Strangely enough, this just made it all the more erotic to Bruce and just the thought that he was gladly tonguing his nemesis brought his neglected hard-on back to full life. This must have brought out a similar reaction in The Joker as Bruce felt something grazing his thigh, something that certainly wasn't there when he kissed his dates at fundraisers. The clown brought his hands up and looped his arms around Bruce's strong neck, pulling the vigilante closer to him in an effort to create some friction between their bodies. Bruce gasped at the contact as his already pulsing arousal brushed against The Joker's leg. Bruce used his hands to pivot the smaller man, so that their groins touched. Like a dirty ballad, each man moaned desperately as they deepened the kiss and moved their hips, grinding against the other.
Bruce noticed faintly that the shaking of the plane had ceased and that he could let The Joker go and the two could go back to their mutual hatred and sit in silence for the remainder of the flight and then Bruce could have him detained by Chicago police. Yep, he could do that. But, it wasn't looking very likely at this point. Bruce told himself that this was only this one time and it was acceptable because neither of them were their alter-egos at the minute. It was a limbo, remember? It's not like his body would even listen to him even if he did object to his hips rising to meet The Joker's thrusts. Those small pleading noises the blond was making had Bruce like putty. An energy akin to something as powerful as lightening and more ferocious than fire was passing between them, the passion escalating so quickly that it would be over before they had time to savour it if they didn't slow down.
That was assuming that it was going to continue, perhaps The Joker never intended to go any further. Actually, Bruce was still rather shocked at his own eagerness to take this to it's limit, but all he knew is the thought of ending this bliss made every nerve ending in his body scream in protest. Quizzically, he pulled his head back, ending the lip-lock. The Joker whined like a child at the loss and Bruce saw that callous pink tongue flick out to lick at where Bruce's lips had been seconds earlier. Ocean eyes looked into grassy ones, and saw their own look of lust mirrored there. So, apparently The Joker wanted this just as much as Bruce did. The vigilante looked at the face opposite to him and was taken aback by the image of absolute adoration he saw there- one that reflected the similar look on The Joker's face as he slept earlier. Bruce's fingers brushed a stray golden curl out of The Joker's eyes and arranged his expression in a way that asked permission. Permission for what exactly, he didn't fully know, but he knew it would be something freaking explosive.
In response, the clown snarled and snapped his head forward to seize Bruce's mouth in a kiss more hungry than the last. Bruce was absolutely ready for it this time and met The Joker's ferocity with an equal measure. Bruce felt the blond's whitened teeth bite into his lips drawing a delicious crimson out. The dark knight should have jerked away in repulsion, but instead he moved further into the kiss, revelling in the salty copper taste and humming against the lips touching his own. The Joker lapped at the blood covering their mouths like a kitten- a very large, very dangerous kitten, but the terrifying sweetness was still there. Bruce buried his hand in sunshine locks and pulled tightly, earning another delicious moan from his kissing partner.
Emitting a growl so guttural it was almost Batman's own, Bruce grabbed the lapels of The Joke's jacket and shoved him against the wall- something he had done an hour or so earlier, only this context was a world away from the previous time. The Joker squealed with delight and nipped once again at Bruce's wounded lips. Bruce felt a curious hand rub at his pounding cock through his pants and felt his arousal levels sky rocket. The Joker's touch was clumsy and in no way experienced, but Bruce would be damned if it didn't feel wonderful. Not one to be out done by the insane villain, he brought his own hand down to cup the bulge in The Joker's trousers. Sharing lust filled sounds, they touched each other in earnest, both loving the feel of having their nemesis throbbing, vulnerable beneath their grip.
Bruce tore his mouth from The Joker's and attached it instead to his neck, not pretending to be gentle. He sucked and gnawed at the tanned flesh he found there, growling against it each time the clown brushed against a particularly sensitive area on his shaft. The Joker too had began making more urgent noises as a result of Bruce's attack on his neck as well as his dick and ,spurred on by this, Bruce dragged the other man's belt off him forcefully and let the trousers fall to the floor, discarded like a used tissue. Bruce's breath hitched once more when he realised that the criminal neglected to wear underpants. The primal part of him wanted to throw the man to the floor and take him hard. But that part of him got enough fun when it was jumping around Gotham's skyline; this was Bruce's moment to shine. The Joker tried to return the action, but his shaking hands were unable to get a good enough grip on Bruce's belt buckle, and after letting out a frustrated whine, Bruce took over and looped his thumbs under the waistband, pulling off both trousers and boxers in one quick swoop. Next the jackets and shirts were shed, buttons flying everywhere, and soon the unstoppable force and the immovable object were completely naked, their hands trying to touch every inch of their exposed foe.
Bruce felt as though he couldn't get enough of the man in front of him as he nibbled his neck and let his hands roam across the blond's abs and chest. He could feel the subtle muscles underneath beautifully, naturally tanned, scarred skin and was suddenly struck with just how different this was to when he was with a woman. There were no soft curves, no lumps and bumps, just smooth, muscled skin. And Bruce loved it. Fucking adored it. Never would he have thought he could enjoy the simple sensation of having another man's muscle mass underneath his curious fingers and he was pretty much positive there wasn't any other man on the planet he could enjoy the feel of. It was that thing again- the thing The Joker spoke about so passionately. All the damn time. But right now, it wasn't so much annoying as it was positively intriguing. Destined to do this forever? Fuck Bruce hoped so. It was mad, twisted and he didn't know how he'd feel about it the next minute, he was really fickle about this topic, but right now, he couldn't think of a more exciting prospect for the future.
A nervous hand made it's way up Bruce's chest and glided across a perked nipple. Bruce sucked in a large volume of air, not expecting to feel such pleasure at the simple motion. He buried his face in The Joker's neck, as if to hide his ecstasy from the clown prince, not that the shudders, moans, gasps and writhing wasn't already giving clues as to just how much Bruce was enjoying it. Simultaneously, the two men grabbed each other's arousals firmly. The sensation of having The Joker's naked, hard cock throbbing in his hand was putting Bruce into over-drive. He felt his senses slipping, his sanity eroding and he didn't give the slightest damn. Every single one of his senses were focused on the man pressed up against him and all he could see was The Joker bucking with a look of absolute pleasure plastered on his face and Bruce couldn't possibly deny it- he found it beautiful.
The brunette's mind buzzed with euphoria and he couldn't quite tell who was in charge of this situation- he was attempting to be assertive, but he was certainly a mess of nerves. However, glancing down at The Joker, he saw that he wasn't any better. He figured that they were both under the charms of the viscous emotion known as lust and that neither could do very much to battle against it. Not that either of them wanted to at this point. None the less, Bruce was feeling very much out of his comfort zone, pleasuring another man was certainly not his forte, so he decided to just let is instincts guide him. He dragged a finger up the hard shaft before closing his fist around it, stroking softly. Clearly he had done something right as the blond threw his head back and stroked Bruce with a renewed vigour. Trying to focus his attentions of the clown and not get lost in his own pleasure, Bruce twirled his thumb over the engorged head of Joker's cock and gathered up the pre-come surrounding the sensitive slit. He spread the warm fluid down his purring enemy's dick, using it as a make-shift lube, which made his touches easier to sustain. Bruce hissed as he felt The Joker imitate the gesture, but also adding a bite to Bruce's shoulder. For someone who didn't know what he was doing, the clown was a very fast learner.
Their bodies had begun to glimmer with sweat, which went along perfectly with the porn track-sounding moans building up louder and louder. The pair brought their heads back up and crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. Bruce felt a prodding tongue glide across his teeth and he let his mind wander over the various scenarios where that increasingly skilled tongue could be put to much better use. Oh, how he wished this bathroom was larger. He would give anything to have the clown's lips wrapped around him and for that biting tongue to mimic the way his hands were currently working him. Or to enter him with a merciless thrust, pounding into him relentlessly. Or maybe he'd take him slowly and show him what it was to be the recipient of human affection. He even wished he could drop to his knees on the cold, tiled floor and take The Joker's arousal in his own mouth, tasting his raw essence and knowing he was reaching completion simply because of how he moved his tongue or positioned his lips.
These mental images caused Bruce to buck up into The Joker's hand and he felt the gorgeous, thrilling blaze start to build up in his balls, which The Joker had begun to roll in his multi-talented hands. Nothing had ever been like this before. Bruce could not think of one single instant when he had felt so astonishingly complete. He wasn't going to lie. Not now. There had been many blank faces and bodies where The Joker's now was in the past, all of them knew how to make a man come just fine, but never before had Bruce felt this needed. Worshipped. And he knew in his gut that it would never be this good with any other person. What this meant for the two of them was something he couldn't even begin to contemplate at this second, since The Joker's ministrations were sure to leave him biased.
He sped up his movements on The Joker's cock, just hoping that he could give the other even half the pleasure he was receiving, and the way The Joker started to murmur 'Bats' against his own swollen lips like he had done in his dream confirmed he was doing just that. Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment- to know he had the mass murdering force of anarchy melted in a bundle of goo under his touch was absolutely thrilling. He knew he would be arriving at his orgasm soon and he began to fondle The Joker's balls to ensure the other man would be following him. The Joker's voice echoed his thoughts as he breathed huskily in Bruce's ear 'Oh, Bats! I'm close'. The sound of his voice dripping in pleasure was just about enough to send Bruce flying over the edge of satisfaction but he did everything he could to hold off. He needed one more thing. He tore his mouth away from The Joker's and brought it up to The Joker's ear.
'Come for me, Joker', he commanded in a husky, low voice, speeding up his strokes and nibbling on his earlobe. Bruce felt warm ropes of come hit his hand and opened his eyes. He was struck with the most powerful image he had ever seen- The Joker's eyebrows were pulled together and his eyes were squeezed shut tightly. Below, his mouth hung slightly open and his Adam's apple bobbed furiously as sweat dripped on his forehead. His face was the absolute picture of ultimate pleasure. Bruce couldn't help but breath the word 'wow'. And it was this image coupled with the glorious part-moaning, part-wailing sounds coming from that parted mouth that had Bruce joining his new lover in ecstasy. As ropes of pleasure rippled through each of their bodies, Bruce cried out Joker's name so loud he was sure that the other passenger's had heard but feverish spasms tore through Bruce's being, and he could think of nothing but the source of this total completion.
As each of them climbed down from their mountainous high, Bruce felt the ugly, viscous claws of foreboding doom and regret enter his head, but he shook them off for the time being, deciding he needed time to recover. To process this. He allowed the other man to fall into his arms and he brought them both down so they were slumped on the floor- eyes drooped, hair sticking up in unusual ways and covered in come- the absolute personification of sex. The Joker tucked his head into Bruce and lazily let his cum-stained fingers dance along Bruce's chest, tracing the scars he found there. The warmth of The Joker's totally satisfied body pulled up against his own could send him to sleep easily, but they'd be landing soon. And what then? Could he still have The Joker taken into custody in some strange city? Could they go back to trying to destroy each other, knowing that they could bring each other to an ending more chilling than death but the absolute epitome of life? Would his duty to protect and The Joker's chaotic tendencies mean the clown would be taken away? From him?
Unconsciously, Bruce tightened his arms around his lover, almost possessively? Protectively? What an idiotic thought; trying to protect a mass murderer! Still, some irrational, childish part of him thought of the clown as his own, so he wasn't particularly surprised. Bruce's fingers ran themselves through The Joker's curly locks, being ridiculously gentle with the criminal, but he simply did not have the energy to push The Joker off of him. And if he was honest, he didn't really want to. The Joker was warm and smelt familiar and in his confusion, he wanted to grab onto any sense of familiarity that he could. Bruce sighed. He couldn't think of an easy solution to this mess. The steps to their dance had become much more complicated. He supposed they'd just have to rehearse them more vigorously.
'Bats?', The Joker croaked, still in his post-coital bliss. Bruce's hand stilled in amongst the blond curls.
'Oh here it comes' he thought, snidely, 'His victory speech. Can't you wait just a few minutes to rub it all in my face, you crazy clown?' Instead of vocalizing this he gave a mere 'Hmm?', closing his eyes, not wanting to hear whatever it was the man cuddling him had to say.
'Do you still want to know what I was up to?' The Joker said softly. Well that was unexpected. Bruce would not admit it even under oath, but he had completely forgotten about The Joker's plan whilst they went about their, uh, fornication.
'Yes', he murmured, though he was fairly reluctant to get up and beat the shit out of the clown for whatever it was he had done. The Joker started to giggle into Bruce's chest- never a good sign.
'Weeellll, there may be a little surprise underneath the turbines of the plane, and I'd say you had ,oh, about 3 minutes to stop it from exploding. Now, it may not be quite as explosive as what we just did, but it's still pretty lethal', the maniac giggled. Bruce's heart sank. He pushed the Joker's shoulders violently so that the blond was held at an arms length.
'WHAT?!', he snarled like a wild beast, feeling foolishly betrayed. He should have expected such a move. How could he have let the murderer get under his skin and into his pants at the potential expense of all the innocent people on the plane. Now he had to rush around trying to find his clothes, whilst attempting to formulate a plan about how on earth he could get outside the plane and dismantle the bomb. And not to mention he would have to explain wha-
'April fools!', the blond cried, cutting off Bruce's thoughts absolutely ecstatically, having succeeded in pulling The Bats chain. He launched himself back into the arms of the confused and suspicious vigilante, who neglected to mention that April Fools Day was a week earlier. It didn't really matter. It was still April, and there was no denying that ,after what he had just done, Bruce was certainly a fool.
'Oh Bats, you're too easy. No, I heard that there was a very important meeting in Chicago and I figured that it was a perfect opportunity to get to that annoying billionaire I'd been meaning to kidnap', he smirked knowingly .'I suppose that would have been rather useless, hmm?'. Bruce couldn't help but feel a large sense of relief and he showed it in the form of a deep sigh into his enemy-turned lover's hair. Wait a minute, so if he was going to Chicago in order to harm Bruce Wayne, and he presumably wasn't going to try that now, then....
'So you don't have any plans in Chicago now, then?,' Bruce blurted out before he could stop his traitor of a tongue. The Joker tilted his head up to Bruce with a grin that could only be described as 'cheeky' and a sparkle in his deep green eyes.
'Ah, I suppose not.', he smirked, 'But, I think that I could definitely think of a few other things to do in it's place.'
Bruce tried to scowl at the nuisance of a man he was cradling, but he couldn't help but return the smile. He placed a kiss to the blond's sweaty head without even thing about it. The future was fast descending on them and there wasn't going to be any returning to the past, and Bruce had no way of knowing what the hell lay ahead of them in the terrifying months to come. But maybe the two broken men ,who most recognised as deities, could find some kind solace with each other. It was wrong and perverted and Bruce certainly had never predicted it, but what had just happened was something Bruce was reluctant to give up just yet. Soon they would have to don their masks, or faces depending on how you looked at it, and start their battle once more. But until then, there was Chicago. And after that? Well, they would just have to wait and see...
Author: newbluemoon
Prompt: April Fools Day's
Word Count: 15,190 (Holy shit, I don't know how that happened. Sorry!) This part is 5727 words.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After reluctantly catching a flight to business meeting in Chicago, Bruce discovers he's trapped on a plane with his worst nightmare. And no, it's not snakes.
Disclaimer: What you can take from this fic, is that I am a very disturbed young woman and that I own nothing.
Warnings: Crack, blatant abuse of DC characters,(mutual) masturbation, slash, a few f-bombs, ridonculously long. Erm, use of British words and spellings? Oh and NSFW.
Author's notes: Okay, so this is my first ever fanfiction ever- I usually write original stories/poems- so I hope it's not too awful. I wrote this because I felt it was about time I contributed something to this wonderful fandom I adore so much. And I was getting rather worried about that lack of contributions at the moment, and I had time so I figured, what the hell? Also, it's an beta'd and rather rushed, so expect spelling/grammar/punctuation mistakes. It's pretty much a crack fic and unfortunately, it gets rather fluffy as it progresses- I'm sorry D:, idk how it happened, but hopefully it doesn't suck like a two bit whore. Also, it's supposed to be a one-shot (even though it's divided up because it's too damn big lol), but I kind of want to continue it. Maybe in Chicago? What do you guys think?
Bruce's eyes widened as a sick realisation dawned upon him as he watched The Joker squirm and writhe, slumped against the wall. The madman seemed to be lost in some kind of euphoria and the mention of Bruce's name, said in such a husky, almost needy, tone had him wanting to be dragged into the clutches of the emotion himself. He tried in vain to summon every last shred of hated he had or the clown, attempting to will his now suddenly straining erection away. How could he be responding to this monster? It made no sense, but boy was it there. Bruce glanced down and saw the arrogantly proud tent of his trousers standing tall. Stupid, stupid body. The treacherous thing found the lust-striken clown to be one of the most erotic sights it had ever witnessed, and it responded accordingly.
The clown's hips had started to lazily move up and down, responding to a source of pleasure in his dream. As he gazed upon the spectacle, an idle, unruly hand slithered down Bruce's body and rubbed at his groin through his increasingly tight trousers. This time when The Joker moaned, Bruce joined him, just as lust filled, in a sleazy harmony. He shouldn't do this. Shouldn't push this morally inept situation he found himself in. Masturbating to the sight of your enemy, who's in the process of having a seemingly wet dream starring you, is not something any philosopher of morality would ever recommend. Though, perhaps a psychologist or two may have something to say on the matter. Bruce tried to think of anything that would make the prospect of continuing these exploits on his own body seem horrible. Thoughts of the madman's crimes were having little success in swaying his arousal, which was clearly in cohorts with his id, so Bruce turned his mind toward more disturbing images; his eighth grade algebra teacher with the sweaty shirts, The Riddler butt-fucking Twoface. Gordon in a speedo. ANYTHING! But the beautifully lewd noises the clown was making was enough to combat any image, no matter how depraved it may be.
The Joker, meanwhile, had begun to to touch his own body- a slave to his innate desires too it seemed-causing Bruce's breath to hitch in his throat. As if enchanted or charmed, all thoughts of stopping fled Bruce's mind and he allowed the liquid fire that flowed through his body to sooth his nerves. Slowly, he mirrored the lunatics explorations on his own body. The two allowed their roaming hands to sink beneath their respective waistbands as they cupped their achingly hard arousals. Both criminal and vigilante moaned deeply and tossed their heads backwards in ecstasy. Bruce watched as The Jokers cloth-hidden hand bobbed up and down underneath he material and gulped as he reflected the movement, perfectly in-sync. In the haze of his desire-fogged mind, there was nothing Bruce wanted more than for The Joker's clothes to disappear; to see his bare enemy. To know that part of him, even if he was reluctant to admit it. Even if he knew in the dark recesses of his mind that this was akin to committed the largest social taboo in existence, hell if he was religious he would be pretty sure this was a mortal sin, his whole core ached to see more of the creature in front of him.
The first tingling sensations on his path to completion started in Bruce's loins and it looked like his enemy was captured by the same feeling as they both made louder noises of appreciation. God, he was so hard. He could rationalise this or beat himself up about it later, but right now he just needed release. This was a victimless crime and ,well, if you can't beat 'em...
Bruce watched as The Joker's hand picked up the pace and he quickly followed suit, forgetting about any of the hundreds of reasons why this was most certainly a terrible idea. He no longer cared. He had but one goal- to arrive at the same time as his counterpart. He felt the pre-cum begin to gather at the head of his cock and ran a finger over the slit, shuddering at the delicious sensation. Reluctantly, for his eyes did not want to leave the breath-taking sight in front of his, his eyelids shut. Somehow, this made the inciting moans that filled the small room more prominent in Bruce's mind and his already engorged dick seemed to swell to unbelievable proportions. The trousers were really getting in the way, now. He wanted them gone, but he wasn't that stupid. He wasn't about to be caught pant-less. But dammit it was tight in there. It made Bruce's ministrations difficult to accomplish and was frustrating the hell out of him, but he'd already indulged to immoral lengths in his desires, he wasn't going to push it any further.
Bruce briefly opened his eyes and practically drooled when he saw The Joker lift his hips of the floor with an animalistic growl bubbling in his throat. Bruce's eyes rolled back into his head as he traced a large vain on his shaft, mimicking the clown's movement. The bathroom was filled with heavy breathing, manly moans and feral growls as each man neared their destinations.
Bruce heard as The Joker began to repeat a whispered 'Bats, Bats Bats' over and over, like a prayer. A look of adoration flickered across his dreaming face and Bruce nearly came on the spot. He knew he should be bitterly angry at The Joker's perversion of his alter-egos title, but he couldn't find the strength to do so. Instead, he opted for deeming it to be a terribly arousing sound, perhaps the best the clown had made yet. The lava in his being flowed fiercely and he couldn't help but cry out. But it the simple moan turned into something more sinister.
'Joker!', he gasped loudly as his impending orgasm began to build inside of his pulsing balls.
Abruptly, The Jokers eyes shot open at the sound of his name being called in such a manner. Bruce's jaw fell open as his fist immediately ceased all action on his cock and he stared into the crazed, sleepy eyes of his equally aroused enemy. The Joker's eyebrows furrowed as he felt strange emotions and sensations rack through his body. This was not something he was used to doing often, so when he looked down and saw exactly where his hand was, he was surprised to say the least. He brought his head back up to look at his mortified enemy and let his eyes flicker down to a very, very noticeable bulge shrouded by a fist in his trousers. Eyes widening in realisation, he looked back to the blushing billionaire, searching the sapphire-blue eyes for some kind of answer to an unasked question.
The two enemies continued to stare at each other, right into their respective souls, each feeling the penetrating pressure of the others eyes dig into their core. Neither dared to speak or move- meaning that ,embarrassingly, their hands were still cupping their still hard dicks- and there were two sets of equally red cheeks. Somewhere in Bruce's mind, he found this to be a rather strange phenomenon. The Joker was not one to get embarrassed over, well, anything. He did what he felt like, and damn everybody else. But right now, the normally painted, pasty-white face was tinged beetroot-red. Bruce would have found this amusing had he not held the same expression and colouring. Both men were frozen to the spot, mouths open, cheeks flushed and penises at full mast, but they declined to comment, feeling as though nothing they said could make this situation any better. Having said that, nothing could make this situation worse either, so The Joker cleared his throat in preparation to ,no doubt, make a snide comment.
However, as the first syllable croaked out of his dry mouth, the room suddenly shook with ferocity and Bruce could have sworn he saw fear flash through eyes of the force of chaos in front of him. The light on the ceiling began to flicker on and off with a buzzing noise and Bruce noticed panic shudder through his enemy's being. Forgetting about the unfortunate and horrifically embarrassing situation he was in, The Joker sprang up to his feet and Bruce tensed for an attack. He was in a completely vulnerable position too, so he doubted he could succeed in subduing the maniac before he caused any real harm. However, the startled clown bypassed Bruce and went straight to the locked toilet door. As his visibly shaking hands attempted to open the lock Bruce had pulled so tightly closed, the vigilante launched himself up and ceased The Joker's arms. He could feel the tremors of fear rack through The Joker's body and his eyes exposed the dreaded emotion that Bruce was in no way prepared to see floating in olive pools.
'Let me go, Batman!', The Joker shrieked as he struggled to escape Bruce's tightenimg grip on him. Bruce felt something remarkably similar to worry fill him- The Universal Mr Anarchy, Death and Destruction 2009 should not be frightened of anything. It was something Bruce found more disturbing than anything that had happened in the past hour and a half. Panic did not belong on the familiar- yet strikingly different- face close to his.
'Joker. Joker! Listen, it's just a bit of turbulence', he tried to tell the relentless sociopath in his grip in the most soothing voice he was capable of in such a tense situation. The madman wasn't having any of it. He was yelling about 'small spaces', growling, screaming and cursing as he tried to wriggle out of Bruce's clutches, but it was when Bruce heard a sob break through that he felt the overwhelming urge to destroy whatever the hell it was that had The Joker worked up to such a state. It wasn't about the safety of the passengers anymore, or even for his own sake. He wanted to rid his arch foe of that horror-stricken look on his face. He wanted, needed to sooth him, to calm him. And Bruce had only seen The Joker relatively calm in two situations and Bruce was done trying to tell himself he didn't feel just as content in them. Freaked out, embarrassed, self loathing but content. How sick is that?
So, doing the only thing he knew how to do in an effort to stop the hysterical man from being held in the grips of panic, Bruce forcefully brought his head down to claim The Joker's mouth. The Joker shivered under him and sobs still ran through his body, causing an almost desperate sadness in Bruce. He moved his lips hard against The Joker's plump ones, trying to remain as gentle and reassuring as he could, which was difficult when the object of this attention was squirming like a worm dying in the sun. He let his hands drop The Joker's wrists and placed one on the curve of his back, pulling him in toward his own body, and brought his other hand to cup the clown's soft cheek where his scars should be. This was to still the wriggling form, but was also done out of Bruce's curiosity- a part of him wanted to know if he could feel the scars over the makeup that hid them. As it happened, he couldn't. The prosthetics were very well applied.
The Joker, though still making soft whimpering noises, stilled in Bruce's arm, almost appearing to melt into them. However he had not yet responded to the kiss. Bruce hummed lightly, causing the maniac to shudder once more and moan quietly in response. Timidly, The Joker began to move his lips against Bruce's, his eyes finally fluttering closed. Bruce tightened his grip on his foe and allowed his tongue to trace the seam of The Joker's mouth, unconsciously seeking entry. The Joker willingly obliged, and as their slippery tongues met, both men groaned, the sound echoing into each of their mouths. Bruce was flabbergasted at just how natural this felt. To run his tongue against The Joker's and to hold the man close to his body should make him want to throw up bile, but it felt like ,well, nothing he could describe in words since he had never felt anything remotely like this before in all his years. Not even... No. She had no place here. This was about the two of them, no matter how disgustingly wrong it was.
The Joker tasted of an amalgam peppermint candy and milk chocolate and something Bruce could only attribute to pure undiluted sin. And it was possibly the most amazing thing Bruce had ever tasted. He ran his tongue along the sides of The Joker's mouth. Ah! There they were. His scares in all their glory, deep and profound. Bruce shuddered as they forced him to confront just who, what it was he was French kissing with so much passion. Strangely enough, this just made it all the more erotic to Bruce and just the thought that he was gladly tonguing his nemesis brought his neglected hard-on back to full life. This must have brought out a similar reaction in The Joker as Bruce felt something grazing his thigh, something that certainly wasn't there when he kissed his dates at fundraisers. The clown brought his hands up and looped his arms around Bruce's strong neck, pulling the vigilante closer to him in an effort to create some friction between their bodies. Bruce gasped at the contact as his already pulsing arousal brushed against The Joker's leg. Bruce used his hands to pivot the smaller man, so that their groins touched. Like a dirty ballad, each man moaned desperately as they deepened the kiss and moved their hips, grinding against the other.
Bruce noticed faintly that the shaking of the plane had ceased and that he could let The Joker go and the two could go back to their mutual hatred and sit in silence for the remainder of the flight and then Bruce could have him detained by Chicago police. Yep, he could do that. But, it wasn't looking very likely at this point. Bruce told himself that this was only this one time and it was acceptable because neither of them were their alter-egos at the minute. It was a limbo, remember? It's not like his body would even listen to him even if he did object to his hips rising to meet The Joker's thrusts. Those small pleading noises the blond was making had Bruce like putty. An energy akin to something as powerful as lightening and more ferocious than fire was passing between them, the passion escalating so quickly that it would be over before they had time to savour it if they didn't slow down.
That was assuming that it was going to continue, perhaps The Joker never intended to go any further. Actually, Bruce was still rather shocked at his own eagerness to take this to it's limit, but all he knew is the thought of ending this bliss made every nerve ending in his body scream in protest. Quizzically, he pulled his head back, ending the lip-lock. The Joker whined like a child at the loss and Bruce saw that callous pink tongue flick out to lick at where Bruce's lips had been seconds earlier. Ocean eyes looked into grassy ones, and saw their own look of lust mirrored there. So, apparently The Joker wanted this just as much as Bruce did. The vigilante looked at the face opposite to him and was taken aback by the image of absolute adoration he saw there- one that reflected the similar look on The Joker's face as he slept earlier. Bruce's fingers brushed a stray golden curl out of The Joker's eyes and arranged his expression in a way that asked permission. Permission for what exactly, he didn't fully know, but he knew it would be something freaking explosive.
In response, the clown snarled and snapped his head forward to seize Bruce's mouth in a kiss more hungry than the last. Bruce was absolutely ready for it this time and met The Joker's ferocity with an equal measure. Bruce felt the blond's whitened teeth bite into his lips drawing a delicious crimson out. The dark knight should have jerked away in repulsion, but instead he moved further into the kiss, revelling in the salty copper taste and humming against the lips touching his own. The Joker lapped at the blood covering their mouths like a kitten- a very large, very dangerous kitten, but the terrifying sweetness was still there. Bruce buried his hand in sunshine locks and pulled tightly, earning another delicious moan from his kissing partner.
Emitting a growl so guttural it was almost Batman's own, Bruce grabbed the lapels of The Joke's jacket and shoved him against the wall- something he had done an hour or so earlier, only this context was a world away from the previous time. The Joker squealed with delight and nipped once again at Bruce's wounded lips. Bruce felt a curious hand rub at his pounding cock through his pants and felt his arousal levels sky rocket. The Joker's touch was clumsy and in no way experienced, but Bruce would be damned if it didn't feel wonderful. Not one to be out done by the insane villain, he brought his own hand down to cup the bulge in The Joker's trousers. Sharing lust filled sounds, they touched each other in earnest, both loving the feel of having their nemesis throbbing, vulnerable beneath their grip.
Bruce tore his mouth from The Joker's and attached it instead to his neck, not pretending to be gentle. He sucked and gnawed at the tanned flesh he found there, growling against it each time the clown brushed against a particularly sensitive area on his shaft. The Joker too had began making more urgent noises as a result of Bruce's attack on his neck as well as his dick and ,spurred on by this, Bruce dragged the other man's belt off him forcefully and let the trousers fall to the floor, discarded like a used tissue. Bruce's breath hitched once more when he realised that the criminal neglected to wear underpants. The primal part of him wanted to throw the man to the floor and take him hard. But that part of him got enough fun when it was jumping around Gotham's skyline; this was Bruce's moment to shine. The Joker tried to return the action, but his shaking hands were unable to get a good enough grip on Bruce's belt buckle, and after letting out a frustrated whine, Bruce took over and looped his thumbs under the waistband, pulling off both trousers and boxers in one quick swoop. Next the jackets and shirts were shed, buttons flying everywhere, and soon the unstoppable force and the immovable object were completely naked, their hands trying to touch every inch of their exposed foe.
Bruce felt as though he couldn't get enough of the man in front of him as he nibbled his neck and let his hands roam across the blond's abs and chest. He could feel the subtle muscles underneath beautifully, naturally tanned, scarred skin and was suddenly struck with just how different this was to when he was with a woman. There were no soft curves, no lumps and bumps, just smooth, muscled skin. And Bruce loved it. Fucking adored it. Never would he have thought he could enjoy the simple sensation of having another man's muscle mass underneath his curious fingers and he was pretty much positive there wasn't any other man on the planet he could enjoy the feel of. It was that thing again- the thing The Joker spoke about so passionately. All the damn time. But right now, it wasn't so much annoying as it was positively intriguing. Destined to do this forever? Fuck Bruce hoped so. It was mad, twisted and he didn't know how he'd feel about it the next minute, he was really fickle about this topic, but right now, he couldn't think of a more exciting prospect for the future.
A nervous hand made it's way up Bruce's chest and glided across a perked nipple. Bruce sucked in a large volume of air, not expecting to feel such pleasure at the simple motion. He buried his face in The Joker's neck, as if to hide his ecstasy from the clown prince, not that the shudders, moans, gasps and writhing wasn't already giving clues as to just how much Bruce was enjoying it. Simultaneously, the two men grabbed each other's arousals firmly. The sensation of having The Joker's naked, hard cock throbbing in his hand was putting Bruce into over-drive. He felt his senses slipping, his sanity eroding and he didn't give the slightest damn. Every single one of his senses were focused on the man pressed up against him and all he could see was The Joker bucking with a look of absolute pleasure plastered on his face and Bruce couldn't possibly deny it- he found it beautiful.
The brunette's mind buzzed with euphoria and he couldn't quite tell who was in charge of this situation- he was attempting to be assertive, but he was certainly a mess of nerves. However, glancing down at The Joker, he saw that he wasn't any better. He figured that they were both under the charms of the viscous emotion known as lust and that neither could do very much to battle against it. Not that either of them wanted to at this point. None the less, Bruce was feeling very much out of his comfort zone, pleasuring another man was certainly not his forte, so he decided to just let is instincts guide him. He dragged a finger up the hard shaft before closing his fist around it, stroking softly. Clearly he had done something right as the blond threw his head back and stroked Bruce with a renewed vigour. Trying to focus his attentions of the clown and not get lost in his own pleasure, Bruce twirled his thumb over the engorged head of Joker's cock and gathered up the pre-come surrounding the sensitive slit. He spread the warm fluid down his purring enemy's dick, using it as a make-shift lube, which made his touches easier to sustain. Bruce hissed as he felt The Joker imitate the gesture, but also adding a bite to Bruce's shoulder. For someone who didn't know what he was doing, the clown was a very fast learner.
Their bodies had begun to glimmer with sweat, which went along perfectly with the porn track-sounding moans building up louder and louder. The pair brought their heads back up and crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. Bruce felt a prodding tongue glide across his teeth and he let his mind wander over the various scenarios where that increasingly skilled tongue could be put to much better use. Oh, how he wished this bathroom was larger. He would give anything to have the clown's lips wrapped around him and for that biting tongue to mimic the way his hands were currently working him. Or to enter him with a merciless thrust, pounding into him relentlessly. Or maybe he'd take him slowly and show him what it was to be the recipient of human affection. He even wished he could drop to his knees on the cold, tiled floor and take The Joker's arousal in his own mouth, tasting his raw essence and knowing he was reaching completion simply because of how he moved his tongue or positioned his lips.
These mental images caused Bruce to buck up into The Joker's hand and he felt the gorgeous, thrilling blaze start to build up in his balls, which The Joker had begun to roll in his multi-talented hands. Nothing had ever been like this before. Bruce could not think of one single instant when he had felt so astonishingly complete. He wasn't going to lie. Not now. There had been many blank faces and bodies where The Joker's now was in the past, all of them knew how to make a man come just fine, but never before had Bruce felt this needed. Worshipped. And he knew in his gut that it would never be this good with any other person. What this meant for the two of them was something he couldn't even begin to contemplate at this second, since The Joker's ministrations were sure to leave him biased.
He sped up his movements on The Joker's cock, just hoping that he could give the other even half the pleasure he was receiving, and the way The Joker started to murmur 'Bats' against his own swollen lips like he had done in his dream confirmed he was doing just that. Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment- to know he had the mass murdering force of anarchy melted in a bundle of goo under his touch was absolutely thrilling. He knew he would be arriving at his orgasm soon and he began to fondle The Joker's balls to ensure the other man would be following him. The Joker's voice echoed his thoughts as he breathed huskily in Bruce's ear 'Oh, Bats! I'm close'. The sound of his voice dripping in pleasure was just about enough to send Bruce flying over the edge of satisfaction but he did everything he could to hold off. He needed one more thing. He tore his mouth away from The Joker's and brought it up to The Joker's ear.
'Come for me, Joker', he commanded in a husky, low voice, speeding up his strokes and nibbling on his earlobe. Bruce felt warm ropes of come hit his hand and opened his eyes. He was struck with the most powerful image he had ever seen- The Joker's eyebrows were pulled together and his eyes were squeezed shut tightly. Below, his mouth hung slightly open and his Adam's apple bobbed furiously as sweat dripped on his forehead. His face was the absolute picture of ultimate pleasure. Bruce couldn't help but breath the word 'wow'. And it was this image coupled with the glorious part-moaning, part-wailing sounds coming from that parted mouth that had Bruce joining his new lover in ecstasy. As ropes of pleasure rippled through each of their bodies, Bruce cried out Joker's name so loud he was sure that the other passenger's had heard but feverish spasms tore through Bruce's being, and he could think of nothing but the source of this total completion.
As each of them climbed down from their mountainous high, Bruce felt the ugly, viscous claws of foreboding doom and regret enter his head, but he shook them off for the time being, deciding he needed time to recover. To process this. He allowed the other man to fall into his arms and he brought them both down so they were slumped on the floor- eyes drooped, hair sticking up in unusual ways and covered in come- the absolute personification of sex. The Joker tucked his head into Bruce and lazily let his cum-stained fingers dance along Bruce's chest, tracing the scars he found there. The warmth of The Joker's totally satisfied body pulled up against his own could send him to sleep easily, but they'd be landing soon. And what then? Could he still have The Joker taken into custody in some strange city? Could they go back to trying to destroy each other, knowing that they could bring each other to an ending more chilling than death but the absolute epitome of life? Would his duty to protect and The Joker's chaotic tendencies mean the clown would be taken away? From him?
Unconsciously, Bruce tightened his arms around his lover, almost possessively? Protectively? What an idiotic thought; trying to protect a mass murderer! Still, some irrational, childish part of him thought of the clown as his own, so he wasn't particularly surprised. Bruce's fingers ran themselves through The Joker's curly locks, being ridiculously gentle with the criminal, but he simply did not have the energy to push The Joker off of him. And if he was honest, he didn't really want to. The Joker was warm and smelt familiar and in his confusion, he wanted to grab onto any sense of familiarity that he could. Bruce sighed. He couldn't think of an easy solution to this mess. The steps to their dance had become much more complicated. He supposed they'd just have to rehearse them more vigorously.
'Bats?', The Joker croaked, still in his post-coital bliss. Bruce's hand stilled in amongst the blond curls.
'Oh here it comes' he thought, snidely, 'His victory speech. Can't you wait just a few minutes to rub it all in my face, you crazy clown?' Instead of vocalizing this he gave a mere 'Hmm?', closing his eyes, not wanting to hear whatever it was the man cuddling him had to say.
'Do you still want to know what I was up to?' The Joker said softly. Well that was unexpected. Bruce would not admit it even under oath, but he had completely forgotten about The Joker's plan whilst they went about their, uh, fornication.
'Yes', he murmured, though he was fairly reluctant to get up and beat the shit out of the clown for whatever it was he had done. The Joker started to giggle into Bruce's chest- never a good sign.
'Weeellll, there may be a little surprise underneath the turbines of the plane, and I'd say you had ,oh, about 3 minutes to stop it from exploding. Now, it may not be quite as explosive as what we just did, but it's still pretty lethal', the maniac giggled. Bruce's heart sank. He pushed the Joker's shoulders violently so that the blond was held at an arms length.
'WHAT?!', he snarled like a wild beast, feeling foolishly betrayed. He should have expected such a move. How could he have let the murderer get under his skin and into his pants at the potential expense of all the innocent people on the plane. Now he had to rush around trying to find his clothes, whilst attempting to formulate a plan about how on earth he could get outside the plane and dismantle the bomb. And not to mention he would have to explain wha-
'April fools!', the blond cried, cutting off Bruce's thoughts absolutely ecstatically, having succeeded in pulling The Bats chain. He launched himself back into the arms of the confused and suspicious vigilante, who neglected to mention that April Fools Day was a week earlier. It didn't really matter. It was still April, and there was no denying that ,after what he had just done, Bruce was certainly a fool.
'Oh Bats, you're too easy. No, I heard that there was a very important meeting in Chicago and I figured that it was a perfect opportunity to get to that annoying billionaire I'd been meaning to kidnap', he smirked knowingly .'I suppose that would have been rather useless, hmm?'. Bruce couldn't help but feel a large sense of relief and he showed it in the form of a deep sigh into his enemy-turned lover's hair. Wait a minute, so if he was going to Chicago in order to harm Bruce Wayne, and he presumably wasn't going to try that now, then....
'So you don't have any plans in Chicago now, then?,' Bruce blurted out before he could stop his traitor of a tongue. The Joker tilted his head up to Bruce with a grin that could only be described as 'cheeky' and a sparkle in his deep green eyes.
'Ah, I suppose not.', he smirked, 'But, I think that I could definitely think of a few other things to do in it's place.'
Bruce tried to scowl at the nuisance of a man he was cradling, but he couldn't help but return the smile. He placed a kiss to the blond's sweaty head without even thing about it. The future was fast descending on them and there wasn't going to be any returning to the past, and Bruce had no way of knowing what the hell lay ahead of them in the terrifying months to come. But maybe the two broken men ,who most recognised as deities, could find some kind solace with each other. It was wrong and perverted and Bruce certainly had never predicted it, but what had just happened was something Bruce was reluctant to give up just yet. Soon they would have to don their masks, or faces depending on how you looked at it, and start their battle once more. But until then, there was Chicago. And after that? Well, they would just have to wait and see...