Batman: An Interlude in Bondage
Title: An Interlude in Bondage
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: Set directly after the kitchen interlude, Bruce gets his revenge.
The Joker woke up and realized that he could not move his arms. Any normal person in that situation would have panicked but instead he smiled widely and looked around the darkened bedroom.
“Where are you at, Brucey?” He chuckled as he pulled at handcuffs. They made a dull clinking sound against the headboard but did not release.
“I’m right here, Joker.” Bruce said, using the low, gravelly voice he used for Batman.
“Oh, is this my punishment for embarrassing you yesterday? Because I can think of much more effective punishments.”
“Well, I could leave you here for Alfred to find later. Maybe then you’d feel a bit exposed.” Bruce stepped out of the shadows and the Joker grinned widely.
“How are you gonna fuck me with all that armor on Brucey?”
“Stop calling me that. Call me Batman.”
“That’s kinky Brucey-I mean Batman. Should I beg you to stop?” The Joker cackled but Bruce effectively shut him up by draping himself atop him.
“Fuck, that doesn’t feel as thick as your regular armor.” He hissed, arching up to rub his erection against Bruce’s.
“It’s not. It’s padded with like foam instead plated so I can still fuck you as Batman without being hindered.”
“I see. And how exactly are you supposed to get your cock outta that, because I don’t see any buttons.” The Joker asked dryly, craning his neck to look at Bruce’s outfit.
Bruce smirked as he reached down and found the conveniently placed zipper on his suit. Instantly he had his erection free and was stroking it slowly. He watched the Joker's eyes glaze over as he eyed him hungrily then reached up to grab the lube off the bedside table.
“Been planning this for a while, eh? You had to have been since you got a special suit and everything.”
“Ever since that day in the kitchen-- I told you that I’d get you back for it.”
“So you’re going to punish me by fucking me? Oh the humanity!” The Joker rolled his eyes dramatically and Bruce grinned behind his mask.
“I didn’t say how I was gonna fuck you, or when.”
“What do you mean, when?” The Joker demanded, but Bruce ignored his question as he pulled off the Joker's only article of clothing, his pajama pants.
Slowly Bruce mouthed kisses along the Joker's pelvic bone then down his thighs. The Joker's body was tense and he writhed, trying to get Bruce’s mouth where he wanted it. Bruce ignored all of his movements and instead focused on lapping at the underside of his knee. After each leg had been kisse he moved directly upwards, pausing to lave each nipple in turn before turning his attention to his neck and shoulders.
“Seriously Bruce, what the fuck are you doing? Why aren’t you fucking me yet?” The Joker whined, arching up to rub his leaking erection against Bruce’s. A streak of pre-come smeared his mock-armor but Bruce paid it no mind. Instead he nipped sharply at the Joker's earlobe-causing him to gasp and buck involuntarily.
“You’re going to kill me Bruce.”
“Batman. I’m in charge, you’re my captive and you will call me Batman.” Bruce growled, biting his should roughly then soothing the spot with his tongue.
“Yes, you’re Batman and I’m the Joker and please for the love of God will you fuck me?!”
“No.” Bruce answered, once again trailing kisses down his body and settling at his cock.
“You’re going to suck me then?” The Joker asked hopefully.
“For a time, yes.” Bruce murmured against the head of his cock before taking it deeply into his mouth.
Instantly the Joker arched off the bed and fisted his hands on Bruce’s mask. His orgasm was building low in his spine and he wanted it. He thrusted shallowly, urging Bruce to take him deeper but just as he felt his release approaching Bruce sat up and wiped his mouth. His fingers gripped the base of his cock tightly and the Joker felt his orgasm halt.
“What the fuck, Batman?!”
“This is punishment, remember?” Bruce reminded him.
The Joker looked murderous but Bruce only shrugged. He found the lube in the bed and quickly popped the cap. The cool liquid felt divine on his overheated skin and he slathered it on copiously, stroking himself at a steady pace.
“Fuck that’s hot.” The Joker murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Bruce nudged the Joker's legs apart and kneeled between them. The Joker held his breath in anticipation as Bruce positioned himself then drove into him in one smooth stroke. All the air in the Joker's lungs huffed out instantly and he groaned loudly in appreciation. The soreness that had developed yesterday was still there but the pain wasn’t overwhelming, instead it was just enough to make the Joker gasp at the stinging sensation. It was too much almost instantly and the Joker's halted orgasm came rushing back burning through him like wildfire. He cried out shrilly-but then Bruce’s hand was gripping him again and the delicious movement inside him had stopped.
“Brucey, you can’t do that to me. I need to come, please let me come.” The Joker's voice was near hysterical. The ever present laughter was tinged with desperation and Bruce couldn’t help but take pity.
“Are you going to embarrass me again, Joker?” Bruce asked lowly.
“I can’t lie! I probably will! But you know it’s because I like watching you squirm and blush, not because I’m trying to hurt you! Fuck Bruce please…please…” The Joker begged, twisting his hips to gain friction.
Bruce pulled back until only the head of his cock was still sheathed-then slammed back in. The Joker's body left the bed completely as he moved into the sensation, throwing himself into each thrust. Bruce swiveled his hips in search of the Joker's prostate and was rewarded by a shriek when he found it.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop Bruce.” The Joker chanted and in response Bruce stroked his erection in time with his thrusts.
The Joker went completely still, his body as taut as a bow string-then erupted. Strand after pearly strand painted Bruce’s hand, their chests and stomachs as the Joker cried out in relief. Bruce watched him with heavy lidded eyes before allowing himself to come as well. The Joker moaned softly when he felt Bruce explode in side of him but he seemed too dazed to do anything but lay back and pant for breath.
Bruce rolled off of the Joke gently and reached up to unlock his hands. The Joker slipped an arm around Bruce but he stayed quiet and still.
“Are you alright?” Bruce asked after a long minute.
“Mhm…get outta that costume so we can go to sleep.” The Joker mumbled sleepily as he pushed Bruce away.
Bruce jumped up and skinned out of his outfit and lay back down in the bed.
“Effective punishment after all?” Bruce smirked.
“If you ever do that to me again, I will have no problem killing you.” The Joker answered gravely.
“I doubt it. That would piss Alfred off and I know how much you avoid that.”
The Joker snorted in amusement but didn’t offer any more responses. After a moment he fell asleep. Bruce chuckled softly before settling back to sleep as well.
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Summary: Set directly after the kitchen interlude, Bruce gets his revenge.
The Joker woke up and realized that he could not move his arms. Any normal person in that situation would have panicked but instead he smiled widely and looked around the darkened bedroom.
“Where are you at, Brucey?” He chuckled as he pulled at handcuffs. They made a dull clinking sound against the headboard but did not release.
“I’m right here, Joker.” Bruce said, using the low, gravelly voice he used for Batman.
“Oh, is this my punishment for embarrassing you yesterday? Because I can think of much more effective punishments.”
“Well, I could leave you here for Alfred to find later. Maybe then you’d feel a bit exposed.” Bruce stepped out of the shadows and the Joker grinned widely.
“How are you gonna fuck me with all that armor on Brucey?”
“Stop calling me that. Call me Batman.”
“That’s kinky Brucey-I mean Batman. Should I beg you to stop?” The Joker cackled but Bruce effectively shut him up by draping himself atop him.
“Fuck, that doesn’t feel as thick as your regular armor.” He hissed, arching up to rub his erection against Bruce’s.
“It’s not. It’s padded with like foam instead plated so I can still fuck you as Batman without being hindered.”
“I see. And how exactly are you supposed to get your cock outta that, because I don’t see any buttons.” The Joker asked dryly, craning his neck to look at Bruce’s outfit.
Bruce smirked as he reached down and found the conveniently placed zipper on his suit. Instantly he had his erection free and was stroking it slowly. He watched the Joker's eyes glaze over as he eyed him hungrily then reached up to grab the lube off the bedside table.
“Been planning this for a while, eh? You had to have been since you got a special suit and everything.”
“Ever since that day in the kitchen-- I told you that I’d get you back for it.”
“So you’re going to punish me by fucking me? Oh the humanity!” The Joker rolled his eyes dramatically and Bruce grinned behind his mask.
“I didn’t say how I was gonna fuck you, or when.”
“What do you mean, when?” The Joker demanded, but Bruce ignored his question as he pulled off the Joker's only article of clothing, his pajama pants.
Slowly Bruce mouthed kisses along the Joker's pelvic bone then down his thighs. The Joker's body was tense and he writhed, trying to get Bruce’s mouth where he wanted it. Bruce ignored all of his movements and instead focused on lapping at the underside of his knee. After each leg had been kisse he moved directly upwards, pausing to lave each nipple in turn before turning his attention to his neck and shoulders.
“Seriously Bruce, what the fuck are you doing? Why aren’t you fucking me yet?” The Joker whined, arching up to rub his leaking erection against Bruce’s. A streak of pre-come smeared his mock-armor but Bruce paid it no mind. Instead he nipped sharply at the Joker's earlobe-causing him to gasp and buck involuntarily.
“You’re going to kill me Bruce.”
“Batman. I’m in charge, you’re my captive and you will call me Batman.” Bruce growled, biting his should roughly then soothing the spot with his tongue.
“Yes, you’re Batman and I’m the Joker and please for the love of God will you fuck me?!”
“No.” Bruce answered, once again trailing kisses down his body and settling at his cock.
“You’re going to suck me then?” The Joker asked hopefully.
“For a time, yes.” Bruce murmured against the head of his cock before taking it deeply into his mouth.
Instantly the Joker arched off the bed and fisted his hands on Bruce’s mask. His orgasm was building low in his spine and he wanted it. He thrusted shallowly, urging Bruce to take him deeper but just as he felt his release approaching Bruce sat up and wiped his mouth. His fingers gripped the base of his cock tightly and the Joker felt his orgasm halt.
“What the fuck, Batman?!”
“This is punishment, remember?” Bruce reminded him.
The Joker looked murderous but Bruce only shrugged. He found the lube in the bed and quickly popped the cap. The cool liquid felt divine on his overheated skin and he slathered it on copiously, stroking himself at a steady pace.
“Fuck that’s hot.” The Joker murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Bruce nudged the Joker's legs apart and kneeled between them. The Joker held his breath in anticipation as Bruce positioned himself then drove into him in one smooth stroke. All the air in the Joker's lungs huffed out instantly and he groaned loudly in appreciation. The soreness that had developed yesterday was still there but the pain wasn’t overwhelming, instead it was just enough to make the Joker gasp at the stinging sensation. It was too much almost instantly and the Joker's halted orgasm came rushing back burning through him like wildfire. He cried out shrilly-but then Bruce’s hand was gripping him again and the delicious movement inside him had stopped.
“Brucey, you can’t do that to me. I need to come, please let me come.” The Joker's voice was near hysterical. The ever present laughter was tinged with desperation and Bruce couldn’t help but take pity.
“Are you going to embarrass me again, Joker?” Bruce asked lowly.
“I can’t lie! I probably will! But you know it’s because I like watching you squirm and blush, not because I’m trying to hurt you! Fuck Bruce please…please…” The Joker begged, twisting his hips to gain friction.
Bruce pulled back until only the head of his cock was still sheathed-then slammed back in. The Joker's body left the bed completely as he moved into the sensation, throwing himself into each thrust. Bruce swiveled his hips in search of the Joker's prostate and was rewarded by a shriek when he found it.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop Bruce.” The Joker chanted and in response Bruce stroked his erection in time with his thrusts.
The Joker went completely still, his body as taut as a bow string-then erupted. Strand after pearly strand painted Bruce’s hand, their chests and stomachs as the Joker cried out in relief. Bruce watched him with heavy lidded eyes before allowing himself to come as well. The Joker moaned softly when he felt Bruce explode in side of him but he seemed too dazed to do anything but lay back and pant for breath.
Bruce rolled off of the Joke gently and reached up to unlock his hands. The Joker slipped an arm around Bruce but he stayed quiet and still.
“Are you alright?” Bruce asked after a long minute.
“Mhm…get outta that costume so we can go to sleep.” The Joker mumbled sleepily as he pushed Bruce away.
Bruce jumped up and skinned out of his outfit and lay back down in the bed.
“Effective punishment after all?” Bruce smirked.
“If you ever do that to me again, I will have no problem killing you.” The Joker answered gravely.
“I doubt it. That would piss Alfred off and I know how much you avoid that.”
The Joker snorted in amusement but didn’t offer any more responses. After a moment he fell asleep. Bruce chuckled softly before settling back to sleep as well.