No Other Way--Part 1- (JokerxBatman)
Hello folks! ^_^
After being a member of livejournal for years and never posting, I have decided to put a favorite fanfic of mine as my first entry! It can be found in fanfiction.net, and it's where you can find my other fanfics. So I hope you enjoy!
Title: No Other Way (Part 1)
Rating: M
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing: Joker/Batman
Summary: What if there was a delay in Gordon's arrival and the Joker was given that 'minute' he wanted?
Warning: This is SLASH/YAOI, meaning boy on boy romance! If you don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Joker, Batman, or the Commissioner or anything related to the movie. If I did, the Joker and Batman would be a lovely, dysfunctional couple. T_T
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''HIT ME!''
A shout, a black wave of a cape, a loud screech, and then a crash as the black body of the Dark Knight fell limp on the street below him.
The Joker turned and pursed his lips in thought. He thought the Batman was actually going to hit him for a second there. But it didn't matter, he was going to get what he wanted for so long. A clown henchman, who survived the crash to the Joker's surprise, rolled Batman on his back. Oh, he had him now... The anarchist grinned as he flicked his knife out.
Humming a cheerful tune, the clown prince practically skipped to the crusader in joy. The henchman was electrocuted by the bat suit and yelped. The Joker leaped over him and howled in his face before spitting on the scum with disgust. Didn't his little clownies know that Batman was only his to touch? The Joker frowned behind the eternal smile. Batman was his and his alone. No one else.
Not Harvey's
Not the Commissioner's
HIS.
But the Joker forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. Who knew when the boys in blue would come to rescue the injured bat? The Joker straddled the bat and licked his scars deliciously in anticipation. His hands trembled as he pressed them against the knight's chest; feeling the hard yet smooth muscles from underneath the Kevlar.
The clown groaned as he greedily felt around his body, desperate for more. He wanted more of his body, his skin...him. He looked so helpless underneathe him, so powerless, so...fuckable.
The Joker looked upon the bat's lips. Those utterly gorgeous, pink come heather lips that was practically begging to be kissed. The criminal felt his heart pound with adrenaline and his face sweat. He peeled off his gloves hastily with his teeth in an animalistic growl. He caressed the visible part of batman's peach skin.
Oh... it felt so wonderful to feel the bat's soft skin. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt such softness between in hands. And those lips were still open, inviting, and untouched.
Oh no, no, no... That simply will not do. He licked his red-painted lips and giggled excitedly like a boy on Christmas morning. Hell, it may as well have been. This was the best present he had ever gotten by far. The Joker felt heavy and tossed away his purple trench coat and tie.
He moved his thumbs in circles over the crusader's flushed cheeks. Oh he was going to enjoy this. He greedily pressed his lips onto smooth ones. Hmm, the bat tasted like strawberries. Do bats taste like strawberries? (Mental note, snatch a couple of bats from the Gotham Zoo...) The Joker groaned in lust as he shoved his tongue into his mouth with desperation. His body was pressed against the hard, chiseled body and it felt SO damn good!
He greedily roamed his tongue in the concave of Batman's mouth. His hands moved about as if they had a mind of its own. But this wasn't enough. No no, he wanted to see the body underneathe. It must be a sight to behold if he kept hiding it. With years of practice, he skillfully ran the sharp end of the knife down the neckline of the batsuit. It made a clean cut and ripped away like soft flesh.
He peeled away a part of the skin and stared in lust and awe at the perfect flesh beneath him. Batman's chest was finely structured and covered in bruises and scars. The Joker grinned with pride, knowing that most of those were his doing. Good. Now everyone knew that Batman belonged to him.
The clown purred as he fingered the bruises and scars, caressing them like precious treasures before getting back to business. The Joker wiped his greasy, green hair back with irritation. When did it get so hot? He was vaguely surprised that the Dark Knight hadn't woken up yet. Oh well, nothing says 'nighty night' like a good hunk of metal to the face.
Greedy hands traveled and caressed the flesh underneath him as he licked and nipped at the crusader's swan like neck. He leered sinisterly as he drew the knife and gently sliced it down. His body shuddered at how beautiful the blood look streaming down the soft skin. But now... Now for the finale. He had seen those enchanting brown eyes burning with hatred into his own green ones. But he wanted to see more.
The Joker licked his lips as he slid his fingers under the cowl. He bit his bottom lip so hard that a trickle of blood began to seep out.
Ever so slowly the cowl was easily slipping up...
And the next thing he knew, he was flat on his back.
With a very pissed off bat over him.
The Joker dropped the knife and gave him an innocent smile.
''Why, uh... so serious batsy?''
Hopefully it would work...
PUNCH.
...Maybe not.
The Joker was barely aware of the incoming sirens of the police idiots. Even though he could feel a throbbing pain enveloping on his cheek, he only grinned.
''Shut up, clown.'' A deep growl. Oooh, he sounded so much sexier up close. This thought caused the Joker to giggle to himself, earning a looked of confusion and disgust on Batman's face.
''You should... really learn to, uh, control that temper of yours.''
He knew he was really asking for a beating of a lifetime, but he was too happy to care. He finally got to touch the him. To feel him and kiss those delicious lips of his. He already got his fix and he was satisfied...for now.
With surprising speed, the Joker wrapped one arm around the crusader's neck and leaned close to his ear.
''We should do this again sometime, eh batsy?'' He whispered. The Joker surpressed his laughter when he felt the hero's body become rigged. In seconds, his body was being pulled away roughly by the Commissioner who was supposed to be dead. The Joker quirked his lips into a frown as he stared at the man with an ominous gaze.
He may have lived the first time, but he would pay for tearing him away from his Batman. Perhaps, instead of killing him he would rip the Commissioner's loved ones to feel the pain of being torn away from the object of your affections.
But the Joker was pushed into the police car and came willingly. In due time, he told himself. In due time... Soon, when the chips are down and the cards are played, it would be just him and Batman.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
After being a member of livejournal for years and never posting, I have decided to put a favorite fanfic of mine as my first entry! It can be found in fanfiction.net, and it's where you can find my other fanfics. So I hope you enjoy!
Title: No Other Way (Part 1)
Rating: M
Genre: General/Romance
Pairing: Joker/Batman
Summary: What if there was a delay in Gordon's arrival and the Joker was given that 'minute' he wanted?
Warning: This is SLASH/YAOI, meaning boy on boy romance! If you don't like, don't read.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Joker, Batman, or the Commissioner or anything related to the movie. If I did, the Joker and Batman would be a lovely, dysfunctional couple. T_T
________________________
''HIT ME!''
A shout, a black wave of a cape, a loud screech, and then a crash as the black body of the Dark Knight fell limp on the street below him.
The Joker turned and pursed his lips in thought. He thought the Batman was actually going to hit him for a second there. But it didn't matter, he was going to get what he wanted for so long. A clown henchman, who survived the crash to the Joker's surprise, rolled Batman on his back. Oh, he had him now... The anarchist grinned as he flicked his knife out.
Humming a cheerful tune, the clown prince practically skipped to the crusader in joy. The henchman was electrocuted by the bat suit and yelped. The Joker leaped over him and howled in his face before spitting on the scum with disgust. Didn't his little clownies know that Batman was only his to touch? The Joker frowned behind the eternal smile. Batman was his and his alone. No one else.
Not Harvey's
Not the Commissioner's
HIS.
But the Joker forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. Who knew when the boys in blue would come to rescue the injured bat? The Joker straddled the bat and licked his scars deliciously in anticipation. His hands trembled as he pressed them against the knight's chest; feeling the hard yet smooth muscles from underneath the Kevlar.
The clown groaned as he greedily felt around his body, desperate for more. He wanted more of his body, his skin...him. He looked so helpless underneathe him, so powerless, so...fuckable.
The Joker looked upon the bat's lips. Those utterly gorgeous, pink come heather lips that was practically begging to be kissed. The criminal felt his heart pound with adrenaline and his face sweat. He peeled off his gloves hastily with his teeth in an animalistic growl. He caressed the visible part of batman's peach skin.
Oh... it felt so wonderful to feel the bat's soft skin. He couldn't remember a time when he had felt such softness between in hands. And those lips were still open, inviting, and untouched.
Oh no, no, no... That simply will not do. He licked his red-painted lips and giggled excitedly like a boy on Christmas morning. Hell, it may as well have been. This was the best present he had ever gotten by far. The Joker felt heavy and tossed away his purple trench coat and tie.
He moved his thumbs in circles over the crusader's flushed cheeks. Oh he was going to enjoy this. He greedily pressed his lips onto smooth ones. Hmm, the bat tasted like strawberries. Do bats taste like strawberries? (Mental note, snatch a couple of bats from the Gotham Zoo...) The Joker groaned in lust as he shoved his tongue into his mouth with desperation. His body was pressed against the hard, chiseled body and it felt SO damn good!
He greedily roamed his tongue in the concave of Batman's mouth. His hands moved about as if they had a mind of its own. But this wasn't enough. No no, he wanted to see the body underneathe. It must be a sight to behold if he kept hiding it. With years of practice, he skillfully ran the sharp end of the knife down the neckline of the batsuit. It made a clean cut and ripped away like soft flesh.
He peeled away a part of the skin and stared in lust and awe at the perfect flesh beneath him. Batman's chest was finely structured and covered in bruises and scars. The Joker grinned with pride, knowing that most of those were his doing. Good. Now everyone knew that Batman belonged to him.
The clown purred as he fingered the bruises and scars, caressing them like precious treasures before getting back to business. The Joker wiped his greasy, green hair back with irritation. When did it get so hot? He was vaguely surprised that the Dark Knight hadn't woken up yet. Oh well, nothing says 'nighty night' like a good hunk of metal to the face.
Greedy hands traveled and caressed the flesh underneath him as he licked and nipped at the crusader's swan like neck. He leered sinisterly as he drew the knife and gently sliced it down. His body shuddered at how beautiful the blood look streaming down the soft skin. But now... Now for the finale. He had seen those enchanting brown eyes burning with hatred into his own green ones. But he wanted to see more.
The Joker licked his lips as he slid his fingers under the cowl. He bit his bottom lip so hard that a trickle of blood began to seep out.
Ever so slowly the cowl was easily slipping up...
And the next thing he knew, he was flat on his back.
With a very pissed off bat over him.
The Joker dropped the knife and gave him an innocent smile.
''Why, uh... so serious batsy?''
Hopefully it would work...
PUNCH.
...Maybe not.
The Joker was barely aware of the incoming sirens of the police idiots. Even though he could feel a throbbing pain enveloping on his cheek, he only grinned.
''Shut up, clown.'' A deep growl. Oooh, he sounded so much sexier up close. This thought caused the Joker to giggle to himself, earning a looked of confusion and disgust on Batman's face.
''You should... really learn to, uh, control that temper of yours.''
He knew he was really asking for a beating of a lifetime, but he was too happy to care. He finally got to touch the him. To feel him and kiss those delicious lips of his. He already got his fix and he was satisfied...for now.
With surprising speed, the Joker wrapped one arm around the crusader's neck and leaned close to his ear.
''We should do this again sometime, eh batsy?'' He whispered. The Joker surpressed his laughter when he felt the hero's body become rigged. In seconds, his body was being pulled away roughly by the Commissioner who was supposed to be dead. The Joker quirked his lips into a frown as he stared at the man with an ominous gaze.
He may have lived the first time, but he would pay for tearing him away from his Batman. Perhaps, instead of killing him he would rip the Commissioner's loved ones to feel the pain of being torn away from the object of your affections.
But the Joker was pushed into the police car and came willingly. In due time, he told himself. In due time... Soon, when the chips are down and the cards are played, it would be just him and Batman.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.