Batman: Locked Up Part 7
Title: Locked Up Part 7
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: On the anniversary of Bruces parents death, the Joker gets to help Bruce the way he helped him.
“Now Mr. Joker, I’m going to have to ask you to drink your tea and listen to me for a moment.” Alfred announced as he sat a steaming cup of tea in front of the Joker.
The Joker looked up from his typewriter curiously but did not respond. He felt that if he opened his mouth all of his rage and worry would come pouring out and drown Alfred. There were moments when the Joker missed killing but Alfred was not one of his intended victims.
“You’ve been with us for nearly six months now and I like to think that I’ve learned to understand you a little.”
The Joker took a breath to respond but Alfred cut him off.
“Drink your tea and do not interrupt me. You need to listen.”
He brought the cup to his lips obediently and drank. It wasn’t wise to piss off Alfred-he did the shopping.
“As I was saying, I’ve learned to read some of your moods. For example, I know that you’ve been anxious all day because Master Bruce has been very quiet and solitary. He went to work early and is still not home and you’re worried about that. I’m here to tell you that this will get worse before it gets better.”
The Joker's eyes widened and Alfred fancied he could hear the screaming and laughter that had begun to ring in the younger mans head.
“Do not give into your panic, Mr. Joker. At least let me explain to you why Master Bruce has been sitting in the dark alone.”
Alfred watched as the Joker fought against the voices in his head. He closed his eyes tight and tugged at his hair until his body finally stopped shaking and he could hear the world around him again.
“Did I do it?” He asked, his voice more like a child’s than a maniacal murderer.
“Not this time, Mr. Joker. This time next week is the anniversary of Bruce’s parents’ murder. In the years since, I’ve watched him become withdrawn a week before it like clock work. This is also the time of the year when any relationship he’s ever been in has fallen apart. No one appreciates a rich playboy who becomes moody and disinterested for nearly two weeks of the year.”
“Bruce has had other relationships besides that Dawes girl?” The Joker asked suddenly.
Alfred closed his eyes against the pain Rachel’s name brought.
“Yes. He’s had several relationships with both sexes but none of them have survived these two weeks.
“Why are you telling me all of this?” The Joker asked suspiciously.
“Other than to keep you off of a murderous rampage? Because he will need you the way you’ve needed him and that puts you in a very unique position, Mr. Joker. Will you be able to handle it?” Alfred asked as he took up their empty cups and took them to the kitchen.
The Joker watched him go then jumped up and followed him.
“What if I can’t?” He asked anxiously as the door opened and Bruce slumped in.
“Then you’re not the man I thought you were beneath those scars.”
***
“Brucey, you’re not a two year old. Stop sulking and eat your damn oatmeal.” The Joker growled between clenched teeth. Bruce had been stirring his oatmeal aimlessly for nearly an hour and it was driving the Joker dangerously close to the edge.
“He’s right Master Wayne, either eat your breakfast or put it in the sink.” Alfred sighed.
Bruce stood up sullenly and took his bowl to the sink. Then he left the kitchen and went into the bedroom.
“I don’t know about this Alfred. I don’t know what he needs to feel better.”
“Hm, well you see, I always believed that he loved Rachel because she was very motherly towards him. He missed his mum so he found someone who reminded him of her. He misses his father the most but he projects the majority of those feelings onto me. I always though that if I were 30 years younger, he’d have fallen in love with me the way he did Rachel and for the same reason. You though, are very different; you are not like his parents at all. You don’t force meals on him or ask him things like ‘why we fall.’ That’s my job-your job is to show him just how much you are not his father.” Alfred winked at the Joker then chuckled when he saw the light of realization come into his eyes.
“Why didn’t you just say that he needs a good fucking?” The Joker cackled gleefully.
“As if I’d ever be so crude.” Alfred scoffed, putting his nose in the air distastefully.
“And you never told this to any of his other partners?”
“They didn’t really care about him, Mr. Joker. They wanted what they saw-someone handsome and rich who only wanted to play and buy hotels.”
The Joker nodded as he left the kitchen and made his way to the bedroom. Alfred smirked a he drank his morning tea; Bruce was in for a surprise this year.
“Alright Brucey, you’re done with the pouting fit for this year.” The Joker growled as he entered the bedroom and locked the door behind him.
Bruce looked at him with wide, hurt eyes, but his body was obviously already interested.
“Now, I know you still blame yourself for your parents’ death but I’m not going to do the same song and dance routine everyone else does. You can blame yourself if you want but you’re not going to ignore me.” The Joker deftly stripped out of his pajamas as he stalked towards the bed then he pounced atop the other man, straddling his hips and grinding against him breathlessly.
“Now be a good boy and take your shirt off for me.” He commanded, then giggled happily when Bruce scrambled to comply.
“You have a choice, Brucey. You can lay back and I can suck you, or you can make a little effort and grab the lube off the table for me so I can ride you.”
Bruce reached out for the lube blindly, knocking it over in the process before finally palming the bottle and handing it of to the Joker. The Joker grinned at him as he poured some of the liquid onto his hand then slicked it over Bruce’s erection. Then he positioned himself and slowly sank down on his cock.
The Joker's head rolled back and his mouth gaped as waves of pleasure and pain crashed over him. Bruce’s hands came up to grip his hips tightly, his blunt nails digging into the sensitive flesh and adding to the delicious mix of sensation swirling through the Joker. It was too much yet still not enough. With a growl he reached down to roughly fist his own erection, gasping at the way Bruce bucked wildly in response.
“Harder Brucey…” The Joker ground out as he slammed himself back to meet Bruce’s thrust.
Bruce’s movement became erratic and the Joker knew that he was close. With a devilish grin he tightened his muscles around Bruce, causing him to cry out shrilly as his orgasm was ripped from him. Warmth spread out inside the Joker and he laughed happily as he felt his own release build at the base of his spine then come rushing out of him, streaking Bruce’s chest and face with come. They collapsed together and the Joker giggled as he licked the pearly strands off of Bruce’s skin.
“I feel a lot better now.” Bruce said softly.
“Good. Take a nap then we’ll try this morning again.”
***
The Joker awoke to the sensation of being filled. With a sleepy cry he arched back into the sensation, his body quickly warming up to the idea. Bruce chuckled against his shoulder and the Joker forced his eyes open. While asleep they had shifted until the Joker was curled up with Bruce spooning him from behind-which made it much easier for Bruce to slide into him now.
The Joker was aware that with a full bladder and a half asleep mind his body would not last long. Bruce was mercilessly pounding into him and when he reached around to touch him the Joker was lost. His orgasm was just as powerful though now nearly as plentiful as earlier. Bruce thrusted twice more before following with a soft groan. He curled around the Joker tighter and sighed.
“Are we going to try and get out of bed now?” The Joker asked sarcastically.
“Do we really need to? Alfred can bring us lunch.”
The Joker thought for a moment. On one hand, it’d be great to lounge around in bed all day while Bruce fucked him senseless, but on the other, he knew that he had to move around and write if he wanted to be in any condition to entertain Bruce.
“Yes, we really do need to get up. I know that I’m not the most hygienic person in the world, but you’re covered in come and I know you want to wash it off.” Bruce dutifully got up and went into the bathroom to bathe. The Joker followed him after a moment-and was shocked when Bruce reached out and pulled him into the shower with him.
“My, my, aren’t you full of surprises today.” The Joker drawled as Bruce mouthed kisses around his chest and up his neck.
Bruce hummed softly in agreement and the Joker shook his head.
“There’s no way you can possibly be ready to fuck me again. We’ve had sex twice in the past couple of hours. It’s humanly impossible.” He groaned as Bruce pressed him back against the cool wall. The Joker could feel his body responding sluggishly to Bruce’s touch and his cock twitched feebly.
“I’m always ready to fuck you.” Bruce purred softly, his hot breath tickling the Joker's ear.
The water falling around them turned cool and Bruce turned the knob up before aligning their bodies and rubbing his half-hard cock against the Joker's.
“Are you getting sore? Should I be more careful?” Bruce asked in the same low, hypnotic voice.
Desire was quickly clouding the Joker's mind and he struggled to answer the question. There was an ache in his backside but it was something he could ignore in favor of more sex. He shook his head negatively then whimpered when Bruce coated his hands in soap and stroked his cock.
“Are you sure you’re human, because you seem awfully ready to me.” Bruce chuckled as he slickened his erection and guided the Joker's legs around his waist.
“I’ll try to be gentle.” Bruce murmured.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” The Joker gritted through clenched teeth.
The pain was much sharper than the Joker had expected it to be, but the edge helped clear his head. His body arched and swayed with Bruce’s, both of them chasing their own pleasure. The Joker's head thumped against the wall in time with Bruce’s thrusts but he didn’t seem to mind. The Joker's orgasm hit him full force as he let himself fall limp against the wall as Bruce thrusted a few more times before following. They washed up quickly in the cool water before wrapping up in fluffy towels and warm robes.
Alfred was sitting in the kitchen with Lucius when they stumbled in. Bruce blushed hotly as the older men looked at them-taking in their obviously well shagged looks and grinned.
“I just came by to drop off some paper work since you didn’t make it into the office today.” Lucius explained, gesturing to the small stack of papers.
“Thank you Lucius.”
“Ooh Brucey, you’re embarrassed!” The Joker cackled gleefully as he watched Bruce blush deeper. “You can talk to Mr. Fox about your paper work while I go write for a little while.” The Joker winked at Bruce once more before bounding out of the room. He didn’t bother getting dressed; instead he went to his typewriter and sat in front of it.
“What’s inside me today, hm?” he murmured aloud as he settled his fingers on the keys.
Without any actual thought he began to type, words flowing out from him without his consent. The Joker had already felt sated but the draining of his excess feelings made him feel more relaxed and mellow than he ever had in his life. When he reached the end of the page he pulled the paper out and found that he’d written a narrative about sex with Bruce. The Joker sat the page aside; sure that Bruce would be interested in reading it later, and began typing again. He was so wrapped up in his therapy that he didn’t hear Bruce come in, shut the door and drop his robe.
“Hard at work?” Bruce asked softly, laying his hands on the Jokers shoulders.
“Brucey, you can’t possibly be ready for another…” The Joker trailed off when he realized that Bruce’s hands were trembling on his shoulders. He tried to turn around to look at the other man but Bruce held him firmly in place.
“What’s wrong with you, why are your hands shaking?” He asked worriedly.
“I want to tell you something, but it’s hard.” Bruce began softly.
Instantly warning bells went off in the Jokers head and he allowed his fingers to begin typing rapidly to keep his head clear.
“I haven’t been asked if I miss my parents since I was 13 years old. Apparently, once a boy is a teenager he doesn’t need his parents anymore. The problem with that assumption is that I’ve always missed them but not in an adult way. I’ve always missed them in a childish way; I would imagine playing catch with my father or posing for pictures before prom with my mom. Then all the rage would come again-it was like my yearly renewal, and all the anger I fed on everyday would come rushing back into me along with the guilt and sadness to create a potent mix of emotions that would fuel me and Batman. But not this year. You didn’t let me hide away like everyone else did, you found a way to keep me engaged with reality-even before today. I’ve been depressed for days but I’ve barely thought about it because you have been my main concern since they day you first came to stay with me.”
“Brucey, you don’t have to tell me all of this…” The Joker interrupted, his voice obviously pained. He did not like hearing Bruce sound so torn and upset.
“No, I do. This year has been different for me because I haven’t thought about graduating with my parents cheering for me-instead I’ve wondered what my father would think about how I’m spending my days. I’m wondering if he’d approve of this-us, or if he’d turn me away.” Bruce paused and the Joker could hear him breathing deeply. When he began to speak again there were tears thick in his voice but the Joker couldn’t turn around to see if they were on his face or not.
“But then I remembered that my father was dedicated to helping people, to giving them better lives. He would want me to help you and besides, if Alfred can respect and condone what we’re doing than my father would too. They’re cut from the same cloth.”
The Joker let out the breath he did realize he was holding. He looked at the paper in his typewriter and he saw that he had typed nonsense the whole time Bruce had been talking.
“What ex-actly are you trying to tell me, Brucey?”
“I don’t feel angry this year, I don’t feel guilty. I don’t know what to do without all that rage burning inside of me; I don’t know how to be Batman without it. I need you to make me feel something, anything.”
“What do you want me to do?” The Joker asked as he finally took his fingers away from his type-writer and pried Bruce’s away from his shoulders.
“I want you to fuck me.” Bruce’s eyes were red but there were no tears on his face.
The Joker nodded in understanding before pulling him towards the bedroom. Bruce went with him easily and lay back on the bed without another word. The Joker found the bottle of lube and poured it liberally in his hand and slathered it around Bruce’s opening. Bruce wiggled anticipation but he didn’t tense or try to hurry the Joker along. He was very aware of the vulnerable position he was in and he reveled in the feeling.
The Joker was having a bit of trouble controlling himself. He’d never had someone as beautiful as Bruce sprawled out in front of him and the need to take was very strong. His hands shook as he slathered lube over his cock and positioned himself. Bruce reached down to help guide him and his look of complete trust in his eyes was the Jokers undoing. He thrusted sharply and groaned when Bruce tightened around him. He expected Bruce to swear at him or buck him off but instead Bruce arched into him and wrapped his arms and legs tightly around him.
They moved together roughly, The Joker straining to keep himself in check but every sound that Bruce made urged him on, caused him to plunge deeper. His fingers were bruising Bruce’s tan hips but nothing seemed to bother him, Bruce was too far gone, too awash in sensation to care about anything as trivial as pain. He felt as if all the numbness inside of him had left him suddenly and he was anchored by the feeling of the Jokers cock stroking inside of him. Bruce could feel the Joker tensing he groaned lowly, encouraging him come inside him, to burn away the remnants of his depression.
The Joker's orgasm slammed into him with the force of a truck. He was completely helpless under its power-his hips twitched as he buried himself deep inside Bruce and surrendered. After the fog cleared from his mind he reached down and stroked Bruce. It’s only took the lightest touch before Bruce was sobbing out his own pleasure, broken under the force of it.
“Feel better now, Brucey?”
Bruce nodded, feeling emotionally and physically drained. Almost instantly he was asleep. The Joker watched him for a moment, feeling content in a way he never had before following him into sleep.
***
“You’re looking much better this evening, Master Wayne.” Alfred commented with a smile.
“Thank you Alfred. I feel better too.” Bruce said as he gingerly lowered himself into his chair.
“Oh Brucey, are you sore darling?” The Joker asked sweetly, throwing himself into his own chair with a smirk.
Bruce colored brightly and the Joker cackled.
“Don’t worry dear; I’ll kiss it better later.” The Joker winked saucily.
Bruce raised his eyebrow in challenge
“Master Bruce, might I suggest that you eat you dinner before you molest Mr. Joker here on the table.” Alfred said dryly between bites of pasta.
“Yes Brucey, listen to Alfred, you’ll need your strength.” The Joker giggled.
“You are in so much trouble.”
“You keep telling me that, but you ne-ver punish me.” The Joker sing-songed.
“Just wait.”
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: On the anniversary of Bruces parents death, the Joker gets to help Bruce the way he helped him.
“Now Mr. Joker, I’m going to have to ask you to drink your tea and listen to me for a moment.” Alfred announced as he sat a steaming cup of tea in front of the Joker.
The Joker looked up from his typewriter curiously but did not respond. He felt that if he opened his mouth all of his rage and worry would come pouring out and drown Alfred. There were moments when the Joker missed killing but Alfred was not one of his intended victims.
“You’ve been with us for nearly six months now and I like to think that I’ve learned to understand you a little.”
The Joker took a breath to respond but Alfred cut him off.
“Drink your tea and do not interrupt me. You need to listen.”
He brought the cup to his lips obediently and drank. It wasn’t wise to piss off Alfred-he did the shopping.
“As I was saying, I’ve learned to read some of your moods. For example, I know that you’ve been anxious all day because Master Bruce has been very quiet and solitary. He went to work early and is still not home and you’re worried about that. I’m here to tell you that this will get worse before it gets better.”
The Joker's eyes widened and Alfred fancied he could hear the screaming and laughter that had begun to ring in the younger mans head.
“Do not give into your panic, Mr. Joker. At least let me explain to you why Master Bruce has been sitting in the dark alone.”
Alfred watched as the Joker fought against the voices in his head. He closed his eyes tight and tugged at his hair until his body finally stopped shaking and he could hear the world around him again.
“Did I do it?” He asked, his voice more like a child’s than a maniacal murderer.
“Not this time, Mr. Joker. This time next week is the anniversary of Bruce’s parents’ murder. In the years since, I’ve watched him become withdrawn a week before it like clock work. This is also the time of the year when any relationship he’s ever been in has fallen apart. No one appreciates a rich playboy who becomes moody and disinterested for nearly two weeks of the year.”
“Bruce has had other relationships besides that Dawes girl?” The Joker asked suddenly.
Alfred closed his eyes against the pain Rachel’s name brought.
“Yes. He’s had several relationships with both sexes but none of them have survived these two weeks.
“Why are you telling me all of this?” The Joker asked suspiciously.
“Other than to keep you off of a murderous rampage? Because he will need you the way you’ve needed him and that puts you in a very unique position, Mr. Joker. Will you be able to handle it?” Alfred asked as he took up their empty cups and took them to the kitchen.
The Joker watched him go then jumped up and followed him.
“What if I can’t?” He asked anxiously as the door opened and Bruce slumped in.
“Then you’re not the man I thought you were beneath those scars.”
***
“Brucey, you’re not a two year old. Stop sulking and eat your damn oatmeal.” The Joker growled between clenched teeth. Bruce had been stirring his oatmeal aimlessly for nearly an hour and it was driving the Joker dangerously close to the edge.
“He’s right Master Wayne, either eat your breakfast or put it in the sink.” Alfred sighed.
Bruce stood up sullenly and took his bowl to the sink. Then he left the kitchen and went into the bedroom.
“I don’t know about this Alfred. I don’t know what he needs to feel better.”
“Hm, well you see, I always believed that he loved Rachel because she was very motherly towards him. He missed his mum so he found someone who reminded him of her. He misses his father the most but he projects the majority of those feelings onto me. I always though that if I were 30 years younger, he’d have fallen in love with me the way he did Rachel and for the same reason. You though, are very different; you are not like his parents at all. You don’t force meals on him or ask him things like ‘why we fall.’ That’s my job-your job is to show him just how much you are not his father.” Alfred winked at the Joker then chuckled when he saw the light of realization come into his eyes.
“Why didn’t you just say that he needs a good fucking?” The Joker cackled gleefully.
“As if I’d ever be so crude.” Alfred scoffed, putting his nose in the air distastefully.
“And you never told this to any of his other partners?”
“They didn’t really care about him, Mr. Joker. They wanted what they saw-someone handsome and rich who only wanted to play and buy hotels.”
The Joker nodded as he left the kitchen and made his way to the bedroom. Alfred smirked a he drank his morning tea; Bruce was in for a surprise this year.
“Alright Brucey, you’re done with the pouting fit for this year.” The Joker growled as he entered the bedroom and locked the door behind him.
Bruce looked at him with wide, hurt eyes, but his body was obviously already interested.
“Now, I know you still blame yourself for your parents’ death but I’m not going to do the same song and dance routine everyone else does. You can blame yourself if you want but you’re not going to ignore me.” The Joker deftly stripped out of his pajamas as he stalked towards the bed then he pounced atop the other man, straddling his hips and grinding against him breathlessly.
“Now be a good boy and take your shirt off for me.” He commanded, then giggled happily when Bruce scrambled to comply.
“You have a choice, Brucey. You can lay back and I can suck you, or you can make a little effort and grab the lube off the table for me so I can ride you.”
Bruce reached out for the lube blindly, knocking it over in the process before finally palming the bottle and handing it of to the Joker. The Joker grinned at him as he poured some of the liquid onto his hand then slicked it over Bruce’s erection. Then he positioned himself and slowly sank down on his cock.
The Joker's head rolled back and his mouth gaped as waves of pleasure and pain crashed over him. Bruce’s hands came up to grip his hips tightly, his blunt nails digging into the sensitive flesh and adding to the delicious mix of sensation swirling through the Joker. It was too much yet still not enough. With a growl he reached down to roughly fist his own erection, gasping at the way Bruce bucked wildly in response.
“Harder Brucey…” The Joker ground out as he slammed himself back to meet Bruce’s thrust.
Bruce’s movement became erratic and the Joker knew that he was close. With a devilish grin he tightened his muscles around Bruce, causing him to cry out shrilly as his orgasm was ripped from him. Warmth spread out inside the Joker and he laughed happily as he felt his own release build at the base of his spine then come rushing out of him, streaking Bruce’s chest and face with come. They collapsed together and the Joker giggled as he licked the pearly strands off of Bruce’s skin.
“I feel a lot better now.” Bruce said softly.
“Good. Take a nap then we’ll try this morning again.”
***
The Joker awoke to the sensation of being filled. With a sleepy cry he arched back into the sensation, his body quickly warming up to the idea. Bruce chuckled against his shoulder and the Joker forced his eyes open. While asleep they had shifted until the Joker was curled up with Bruce spooning him from behind-which made it much easier for Bruce to slide into him now.
The Joker was aware that with a full bladder and a half asleep mind his body would not last long. Bruce was mercilessly pounding into him and when he reached around to touch him the Joker was lost. His orgasm was just as powerful though now nearly as plentiful as earlier. Bruce thrusted twice more before following with a soft groan. He curled around the Joker tighter and sighed.
“Are we going to try and get out of bed now?” The Joker asked sarcastically.
“Do we really need to? Alfred can bring us lunch.”
The Joker thought for a moment. On one hand, it’d be great to lounge around in bed all day while Bruce fucked him senseless, but on the other, he knew that he had to move around and write if he wanted to be in any condition to entertain Bruce.
“Yes, we really do need to get up. I know that I’m not the most hygienic person in the world, but you’re covered in come and I know you want to wash it off.” Bruce dutifully got up and went into the bathroom to bathe. The Joker followed him after a moment-and was shocked when Bruce reached out and pulled him into the shower with him.
“My, my, aren’t you full of surprises today.” The Joker drawled as Bruce mouthed kisses around his chest and up his neck.
Bruce hummed softly in agreement and the Joker shook his head.
“There’s no way you can possibly be ready to fuck me again. We’ve had sex twice in the past couple of hours. It’s humanly impossible.” He groaned as Bruce pressed him back against the cool wall. The Joker could feel his body responding sluggishly to Bruce’s touch and his cock twitched feebly.
“I’m always ready to fuck you.” Bruce purred softly, his hot breath tickling the Joker's ear.
The water falling around them turned cool and Bruce turned the knob up before aligning their bodies and rubbing his half-hard cock against the Joker's.
“Are you getting sore? Should I be more careful?” Bruce asked in the same low, hypnotic voice.
Desire was quickly clouding the Joker's mind and he struggled to answer the question. There was an ache in his backside but it was something he could ignore in favor of more sex. He shook his head negatively then whimpered when Bruce coated his hands in soap and stroked his cock.
“Are you sure you’re human, because you seem awfully ready to me.” Bruce chuckled as he slickened his erection and guided the Joker's legs around his waist.
“I’ll try to be gentle.” Bruce murmured.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” The Joker gritted through clenched teeth.
The pain was much sharper than the Joker had expected it to be, but the edge helped clear his head. His body arched and swayed with Bruce’s, both of them chasing their own pleasure. The Joker's head thumped against the wall in time with Bruce’s thrusts but he didn’t seem to mind. The Joker's orgasm hit him full force as he let himself fall limp against the wall as Bruce thrusted a few more times before following. They washed up quickly in the cool water before wrapping up in fluffy towels and warm robes.
Alfred was sitting in the kitchen with Lucius when they stumbled in. Bruce blushed hotly as the older men looked at them-taking in their obviously well shagged looks and grinned.
“I just came by to drop off some paper work since you didn’t make it into the office today.” Lucius explained, gesturing to the small stack of papers.
“Thank you Lucius.”
“Ooh Brucey, you’re embarrassed!” The Joker cackled gleefully as he watched Bruce blush deeper. “You can talk to Mr. Fox about your paper work while I go write for a little while.” The Joker winked at Bruce once more before bounding out of the room. He didn’t bother getting dressed; instead he went to his typewriter and sat in front of it.
“What’s inside me today, hm?” he murmured aloud as he settled his fingers on the keys.
Without any actual thought he began to type, words flowing out from him without his consent. The Joker had already felt sated but the draining of his excess feelings made him feel more relaxed and mellow than he ever had in his life. When he reached the end of the page he pulled the paper out and found that he’d written a narrative about sex with Bruce. The Joker sat the page aside; sure that Bruce would be interested in reading it later, and began typing again. He was so wrapped up in his therapy that he didn’t hear Bruce come in, shut the door and drop his robe.
“Hard at work?” Bruce asked softly, laying his hands on the Jokers shoulders.
“Brucey, you can’t possibly be ready for another…” The Joker trailed off when he realized that Bruce’s hands were trembling on his shoulders. He tried to turn around to look at the other man but Bruce held him firmly in place.
“What’s wrong with you, why are your hands shaking?” He asked worriedly.
“I want to tell you something, but it’s hard.” Bruce began softly.
Instantly warning bells went off in the Jokers head and he allowed his fingers to begin typing rapidly to keep his head clear.
“I haven’t been asked if I miss my parents since I was 13 years old. Apparently, once a boy is a teenager he doesn’t need his parents anymore. The problem with that assumption is that I’ve always missed them but not in an adult way. I’ve always missed them in a childish way; I would imagine playing catch with my father or posing for pictures before prom with my mom. Then all the rage would come again-it was like my yearly renewal, and all the anger I fed on everyday would come rushing back into me along with the guilt and sadness to create a potent mix of emotions that would fuel me and Batman. But not this year. You didn’t let me hide away like everyone else did, you found a way to keep me engaged with reality-even before today. I’ve been depressed for days but I’ve barely thought about it because you have been my main concern since they day you first came to stay with me.”
“Brucey, you don’t have to tell me all of this…” The Joker interrupted, his voice obviously pained. He did not like hearing Bruce sound so torn and upset.
“No, I do. This year has been different for me because I haven’t thought about graduating with my parents cheering for me-instead I’ve wondered what my father would think about how I’m spending my days. I’m wondering if he’d approve of this-us, or if he’d turn me away.” Bruce paused and the Joker could hear him breathing deeply. When he began to speak again there were tears thick in his voice but the Joker couldn’t turn around to see if they were on his face or not.
“But then I remembered that my father was dedicated to helping people, to giving them better lives. He would want me to help you and besides, if Alfred can respect and condone what we’re doing than my father would too. They’re cut from the same cloth.”
The Joker let out the breath he did realize he was holding. He looked at the paper in his typewriter and he saw that he had typed nonsense the whole time Bruce had been talking.
“What ex-actly are you trying to tell me, Brucey?”
“I don’t feel angry this year, I don’t feel guilty. I don’t know what to do without all that rage burning inside of me; I don’t know how to be Batman without it. I need you to make me feel something, anything.”
“What do you want me to do?” The Joker asked as he finally took his fingers away from his type-writer and pried Bruce’s away from his shoulders.
“I want you to fuck me.” Bruce’s eyes were red but there were no tears on his face.
The Joker nodded in understanding before pulling him towards the bedroom. Bruce went with him easily and lay back on the bed without another word. The Joker found the bottle of lube and poured it liberally in his hand and slathered it around Bruce’s opening. Bruce wiggled anticipation but he didn’t tense or try to hurry the Joker along. He was very aware of the vulnerable position he was in and he reveled in the feeling.
The Joker was having a bit of trouble controlling himself. He’d never had someone as beautiful as Bruce sprawled out in front of him and the need to take was very strong. His hands shook as he slathered lube over his cock and positioned himself. Bruce reached down to help guide him and his look of complete trust in his eyes was the Jokers undoing. He thrusted sharply and groaned when Bruce tightened around him. He expected Bruce to swear at him or buck him off but instead Bruce arched into him and wrapped his arms and legs tightly around him.
They moved together roughly, The Joker straining to keep himself in check but every sound that Bruce made urged him on, caused him to plunge deeper. His fingers were bruising Bruce’s tan hips but nothing seemed to bother him, Bruce was too far gone, too awash in sensation to care about anything as trivial as pain. He felt as if all the numbness inside of him had left him suddenly and he was anchored by the feeling of the Jokers cock stroking inside of him. Bruce could feel the Joker tensing he groaned lowly, encouraging him come inside him, to burn away the remnants of his depression.
The Joker's orgasm slammed into him with the force of a truck. He was completely helpless under its power-his hips twitched as he buried himself deep inside Bruce and surrendered. After the fog cleared from his mind he reached down and stroked Bruce. It’s only took the lightest touch before Bruce was sobbing out his own pleasure, broken under the force of it.
“Feel better now, Brucey?”
Bruce nodded, feeling emotionally and physically drained. Almost instantly he was asleep. The Joker watched him for a moment, feeling content in a way he never had before following him into sleep.
***
“You’re looking much better this evening, Master Wayne.” Alfred commented with a smile.
“Thank you Alfred. I feel better too.” Bruce said as he gingerly lowered himself into his chair.
“Oh Brucey, are you sore darling?” The Joker asked sweetly, throwing himself into his own chair with a smirk.
Bruce colored brightly and the Joker cackled.
“Don’t worry dear; I’ll kiss it better later.” The Joker winked saucily.
Bruce raised his eyebrow in challenge
“Master Bruce, might I suggest that you eat you dinner before you molest Mr. Joker here on the table.” Alfred said dryly between bites of pasta.
“Yes Brucey, listen to Alfred, you’ll need your strength.” The Joker giggled.
“You are in so much trouble.”
“You keep telling me that, but you ne-ver punish me.” The Joker sing-songed.
“Just wait.”