Halloween Anonymous Fic - A Halloween Valentine
Title: A Halloween Valentine
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Batman belongs to DC, so does the Joker, I'm just having fun.
Summary: The Joker gives Batman a treat on Halloween.
“Master Wayne?”
Bruce Wayne rolled over in his bed and blinked. It was early, the sun wasn’t even up, and his clock said 5:13 am. Why was Alfred waking him up?
He glanced at his oldest friend and shook his head. “What is it, Alfred?”
“The Batsignal is shining in the sky...it’s almost dawn, the Commissioner must have an emergency.” Alfred told him. “I got up to get a drink of water and saw it.”
Bruce rose and nodded. “You’re right. I’ll go right now.”
It took him 15 min. to get to the MCU headquarters. He found Jim Gordon on top of the building and the relief on the commissioner’s face told him that this wasn’t going to be good.
“He’s gone. The Joker. He escaped from Arkham, 2 hours ago, they estimate.”
“How?” Batman demanded.
“Killed the night guard. He’s gone, and the only thing he left in his cell was this.” He handed the caped crusader a picture taken of the cell where the Joker had been kept for the last year. There on the wall was a rough outline of a bat.
“He used blood to make that. His own, we think...” The Commissioner said heavily. “He’s mad...”
Batman stared at the picture, a cold shiver going down his spine. Why had he done this? Why now?
“I’ll find him.” Batman said tonelessly. “I’ll take him back to Arkham when I’m done, tell your people to keep a look out for him, but to not confront him on their own.”
“Where will you look?”
“Everywhere.”
The Joker stepped carefully over the body of the store security guard he’d just gutted. He didn’t want to get his new shoes dirty after all. Not with the blood of this nobody, anyways. The blood of the man he wanted was different. He’d bathe in that blood, if he could.
He preened in the mirror, his new clothes and makeup making him look so dapper, so handsome.
“You sir, are a good looking man.” He told his reflection. “You look like a movie star...”
His gaze grew evil and he smiled. “He’ll be so pleased...”
Then he slowly left the store, giggling as he went to go meet his date.
The Batman had lied to Commissioner Gordon. He wasn’t going to look everywhere. He wasn’t going to look at all. He didn’t have to, but he didn’t want to say that. He drove to the ruins of Wayne Manor, then to the Batcave, where he parked the Batmobile, and got out and waited in the dark coolness.
It didn’t take long. There was the sound of footsteps, then the low, insane laughter. “Trick...or...treat...” the voice was soft and mocking. A shadow moved in the entrance of the cave.
The shadow took on substance and the Joker walked up, almost dancing to where the Batman stood. He looked at his arch-enemy steadily and clenched his fists. “What are you doing?”
“Uh, uh, uh...” the Joker wagged his finger at Batman. “That’s not how we want this to begin, is it? You have to tell me how fantastic I look, how much you’ve missed me....”
The Batman just looked at him. “How many people did you kill to get that outfit?” he asked angrily.
“One. Now tell me how good I look.” The Joker giggled.
“Answer my question!”
“I did, didn’t I?” The Joker giggled more.
“What are you doing?” the Bat’s shout echoed in the cave.
“Oh...that one. Well, I’m here to see you, obviously. So we can have a date. Why are you asking? You obviously knew, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here to wait for me, all handsome....” he touched a finger to the other’s chest then looked up at him. “You look fit, as always.”
“I saw the wall in your cell.”
“And did you like it?” the clown asked eagerly.
“It made me sick.”
The Joker frowned. “Well, that’s not what it was supposed to do. You’re supposed to be happy about it. After all, it was all for you...”
“You drew a bat in blood, and that’s supposed to make me happy?” Batman asked incredulously.
“What did you expect me to use? They don’t exactly hand out paintbrushes in there. It was your valentine.” The Joker sounded peeved.
“Why don’t you use lipstick, it’s the same colour. And it’s Halloween, not Valentine’s Day.” Batman snapped.
The Joker’s face grew dark. “They don’t let me have makeup in there, you know that! And really, don’t you think it stands to reason that you and I celebrate Halloween as our Valentine’s Day?”
“I can’t have this...conversation with you.” Batman turned away and shook his head. The Joker was insane, and this wasn’t getting them anywhere.
He stared out into gray morning, not even paying attention to the man behind him. He was right, the Joker was...he’d known that the Joker would come here, after all, he’d been here before, twice, when Batman had caught him and hadn’t returned him to Arkham immediately. The last time had been enough. He had placed the Joker in his cell himself, and made a promise to himself never to see the other again. It was one he’d kept, until now.
“Bruce...” the voice came from behind him, almost soft, “look at me...”
He turned and his eyes filled with tears. The new suit lay over the hood of the car, and the Joker stood there, naked. On the Joker’s chest, arms and legs were cuts, many of them, ragged and ugly.
“I did this with my bare hands, I ripped my flesh so I could draw you a picture, so you would know it was you I wanted...you that I’ve always wanted...I ripped into myself over and over, and every tear was another gift for you...”
“Don’t...I don’t want to hear it....” the Batman’s voice was raspy and pained.
The Joker walked up and touched the other’s face, leaning forward to sniff the scent of the other’s cologne. The expensive stuff, that lingered long after the man was gone.
“I dream about you every night...and every dream turns into a nightmare when I wake and realize that you’re gone.” The Joker whispered. “I hate you...and I hate myself for driving you away...”
Batman’s hands were shaking as he tried to back up, away from this maniac and his obsession. But there was nowhere to go and he could feel his blood start to burn. “No more, I told you last time, I can’t...its wrong...we’re...wrong...”
The Joker’s hands were slowly and carefully pulling off the cowl, and then his fingers were running through the soft brown hair, and the Joker kissed the warm flesh. “How could this be wrong?”
His mouth moved to cover the Bat’s and suddenly the strong arms were around him, crushing him and he felt his body meld to the steel body of the man that held him. His mouth was being devoured and as the Batman licked the scars of his mouth, he felt his body ache inside. His hands roamed the suit and started to pull at it until the other man helped him and removed it. He gazed at the scarred, muscular body and felt his own respond immediately, his cock hardening almost painfully as he moved to kiss his way down the Bat’s chest, leaving streaks of greasepaint as he did. He got to the juncture of the man’s legs and his cool mouth surrounded the other’s hot, leaking organ.
Bruce slid his hands into the Joker’s hair and pulled him closer, almost gagging the other. The Joker chuckled, he loved it, but Bruce didn’t even care. It had been so long, and though he wouldn’t admit it to the other, he dreamt about him every night as well. Dreamt about the slim body, the white face and the paint that stained his body afterward. He dreamt about the sounds the Joker made when he was inside him, and the way he felt as he penetrated him over and over.
Soon, the mouth wasn’t enough and Bruce pulled him up, pushing him over the hood of the car, kicking his feet apart. He didn’t make it easy for the other, he just moved between the white legs and pushed inside, feeling the flesh resist then give as he kept pushing.
“Aaah...” the Joker cried out, but his hand came back to rest on Bruce’s hip, pushing him inside more. He craved the pain, and this was the way he wanted it. Hard, flesh ripping flesh...
Bruce groaned and started to thrust, going deeper each time, slamming the Joker into the car.
“Harder...” his enemy’s voice was strangled.
Bruce pulled out, flipping him over and laying the other on the ground to spread the legs to enter him again, his eyes never leaving the painted, smeared face as he thrust inside him. He touched the cuts on the other’s skin, knowing how much they must’ve hurt to do. He touched a deep one on the other’s chest and the Joker arched up, keening. He slid his hand over it gently, then suddenly dug his nails in, ripping it open once more.
The Joker screamed, then begged him. “Do it again...”
But Bruce leaned down and licked at the blood, tasting the salty wetness and then without thought pushed his tongue deep into the wound. The Joker moaned, his hands coming up to cradle the head of his lover, the pain being far outweighed by the pleasure.
Bruce lifted his head, his mouth covered in blood and for a long, frightened moment, the Joker froze, seeing the other look so much like himself; it was terrifying.
Then the thrusts began again and the Joker lost himself in the pleasure. He closed his eyes to block out the sight of the handsome face covered in blood and he tossed his head back, his hands gripping the forearms of the Batman as he came, the white liquid mixing with the blood on his chest.
Bruce started to shake and then he was jerking inside the other, pinning him down as he filled him with his seed before collapsing on top of him.
The Joker stroked the other’s back almost tenderly, as the Batman fell asleep, exhausted. The Joker’s eyes stayed wide open though, and the mouth was no longer smiling.
When Bruce awoke, he was alone, lying on the floor, his cape covering him. There was a note beside him on the ground. “Gone home, my love...Happy Halloween...”
He looked around, it was dark outside. He rose slowly, and dressed before getting into the car and heading back to the city.
Once he got home he avoided Alfred and headed up to his bathroom, where he stripped and started to run a shower. He caught his reflection in the mirror and stopped. His body was covered with smears of greasepaint, blood, and fluids. His mouth was caked with blood. He quickly got into the hot spray, washing the evidence from his body.
When he looked like himself again, he dressed back in his costume and drove to Arkham. He found the police there, and Jim Gordon shook his hand cheerily. “Thank you. I don’t know how you got him back in his cell without being seen, but we’re very grateful.”
“I’d like to see him.”
“Of course.”
They left him alone with the other, just glass separating them. He gazed at him. “You came back on your own..”
“You would’ve brought me back anyway.” The Joker countered lightly.
“You could’ve just ran.”
“You would’ve caught me.”
Batman nodded slowly. The bloody outline of the bat was still on the wall, and he tried not to think of how the blood had gotten there, or how it had tasted.
“You were right.” The Joker said suddenly. “To stay away. You were right. We are...wrong...”
Batman put his hand up to the glass, but the other turned away, and his hand slowly fell.
Then he turned, and silently walked away.
Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn...
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Batman belongs to DC, so does the Joker, I'm just having fun.
Summary: The Joker gives Batman a treat on Halloween.
“Master Wayne?”
Bruce Wayne rolled over in his bed and blinked. It was early, the sun wasn’t even up, and his clock said 5:13 am. Why was Alfred waking him up?
He glanced at his oldest friend and shook his head. “What is it, Alfred?”
“The Batsignal is shining in the sky...it’s almost dawn, the Commissioner must have an emergency.” Alfred told him. “I got up to get a drink of water and saw it.”
Bruce rose and nodded. “You’re right. I’ll go right now.”
It took him 15 min. to get to the MCU headquarters. He found Jim Gordon on top of the building and the relief on the commissioner’s face told him that this wasn’t going to be good.
“He’s gone. The Joker. He escaped from Arkham, 2 hours ago, they estimate.”
“How?” Batman demanded.
“Killed the night guard. He’s gone, and the only thing he left in his cell was this.” He handed the caped crusader a picture taken of the cell where the Joker had been kept for the last year. There on the wall was a rough outline of a bat.
“He used blood to make that. His own, we think...” The Commissioner said heavily. “He’s mad...”
Batman stared at the picture, a cold shiver going down his spine. Why had he done this? Why now?
“I’ll find him.” Batman said tonelessly. “I’ll take him back to Arkham when I’m done, tell your people to keep a look out for him, but to not confront him on their own.”
“Where will you look?”
“Everywhere.”
The Joker stepped carefully over the body of the store security guard he’d just gutted. He didn’t want to get his new shoes dirty after all. Not with the blood of this nobody, anyways. The blood of the man he wanted was different. He’d bathe in that blood, if he could.
He preened in the mirror, his new clothes and makeup making him look so dapper, so handsome.
“You sir, are a good looking man.” He told his reflection. “You look like a movie star...”
His gaze grew evil and he smiled. “He’ll be so pleased...”
Then he slowly left the store, giggling as he went to go meet his date.
The Batman had lied to Commissioner Gordon. He wasn’t going to look everywhere. He wasn’t going to look at all. He didn’t have to, but he didn’t want to say that. He drove to the ruins of Wayne Manor, then to the Batcave, where he parked the Batmobile, and got out and waited in the dark coolness.
It didn’t take long. There was the sound of footsteps, then the low, insane laughter. “Trick...or...treat...” the voice was soft and mocking. A shadow moved in the entrance of the cave.
The shadow took on substance and the Joker walked up, almost dancing to where the Batman stood. He looked at his arch-enemy steadily and clenched his fists. “What are you doing?”
“Uh, uh, uh...” the Joker wagged his finger at Batman. “That’s not how we want this to begin, is it? You have to tell me how fantastic I look, how much you’ve missed me....”
The Batman just looked at him. “How many people did you kill to get that outfit?” he asked angrily.
“One. Now tell me how good I look.” The Joker giggled.
“Answer my question!”
“I did, didn’t I?” The Joker giggled more.
“What are you doing?” the Bat’s shout echoed in the cave.
“Oh...that one. Well, I’m here to see you, obviously. So we can have a date. Why are you asking? You obviously knew, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here to wait for me, all handsome....” he touched a finger to the other’s chest then looked up at him. “You look fit, as always.”
“I saw the wall in your cell.”
“And did you like it?” the clown asked eagerly.
“It made me sick.”
The Joker frowned. “Well, that’s not what it was supposed to do. You’re supposed to be happy about it. After all, it was all for you...”
“You drew a bat in blood, and that’s supposed to make me happy?” Batman asked incredulously.
“What did you expect me to use? They don’t exactly hand out paintbrushes in there. It was your valentine.” The Joker sounded peeved.
“Why don’t you use lipstick, it’s the same colour. And it’s Halloween, not Valentine’s Day.” Batman snapped.
The Joker’s face grew dark. “They don’t let me have makeup in there, you know that! And really, don’t you think it stands to reason that you and I celebrate Halloween as our Valentine’s Day?”
“I can’t have this...conversation with you.” Batman turned away and shook his head. The Joker was insane, and this wasn’t getting them anywhere.
He stared out into gray morning, not even paying attention to the man behind him. He was right, the Joker was...he’d known that the Joker would come here, after all, he’d been here before, twice, when Batman had caught him and hadn’t returned him to Arkham immediately. The last time had been enough. He had placed the Joker in his cell himself, and made a promise to himself never to see the other again. It was one he’d kept, until now.
“Bruce...” the voice came from behind him, almost soft, “look at me...”
He turned and his eyes filled with tears. The new suit lay over the hood of the car, and the Joker stood there, naked. On the Joker’s chest, arms and legs were cuts, many of them, ragged and ugly.
“I did this with my bare hands, I ripped my flesh so I could draw you a picture, so you would know it was you I wanted...you that I’ve always wanted...I ripped into myself over and over, and every tear was another gift for you...”
“Don’t...I don’t want to hear it....” the Batman’s voice was raspy and pained.
The Joker walked up and touched the other’s face, leaning forward to sniff the scent of the other’s cologne. The expensive stuff, that lingered long after the man was gone.
“I dream about you every night...and every dream turns into a nightmare when I wake and realize that you’re gone.” The Joker whispered. “I hate you...and I hate myself for driving you away...”
Batman’s hands were shaking as he tried to back up, away from this maniac and his obsession. But there was nowhere to go and he could feel his blood start to burn. “No more, I told you last time, I can’t...its wrong...we’re...wrong...”
The Joker’s hands were slowly and carefully pulling off the cowl, and then his fingers were running through the soft brown hair, and the Joker kissed the warm flesh. “How could this be wrong?”
His mouth moved to cover the Bat’s and suddenly the strong arms were around him, crushing him and he felt his body meld to the steel body of the man that held him. His mouth was being devoured and as the Batman licked the scars of his mouth, he felt his body ache inside. His hands roamed the suit and started to pull at it until the other man helped him and removed it. He gazed at the scarred, muscular body and felt his own respond immediately, his cock hardening almost painfully as he moved to kiss his way down the Bat’s chest, leaving streaks of greasepaint as he did. He got to the juncture of the man’s legs and his cool mouth surrounded the other’s hot, leaking organ.
Bruce slid his hands into the Joker’s hair and pulled him closer, almost gagging the other. The Joker chuckled, he loved it, but Bruce didn’t even care. It had been so long, and though he wouldn’t admit it to the other, he dreamt about him every night as well. Dreamt about the slim body, the white face and the paint that stained his body afterward. He dreamt about the sounds the Joker made when he was inside him, and the way he felt as he penetrated him over and over.
Soon, the mouth wasn’t enough and Bruce pulled him up, pushing him over the hood of the car, kicking his feet apart. He didn’t make it easy for the other, he just moved between the white legs and pushed inside, feeling the flesh resist then give as he kept pushing.
“Aaah...” the Joker cried out, but his hand came back to rest on Bruce’s hip, pushing him inside more. He craved the pain, and this was the way he wanted it. Hard, flesh ripping flesh...
Bruce groaned and started to thrust, going deeper each time, slamming the Joker into the car.
“Harder...” his enemy’s voice was strangled.
Bruce pulled out, flipping him over and laying the other on the ground to spread the legs to enter him again, his eyes never leaving the painted, smeared face as he thrust inside him. He touched the cuts on the other’s skin, knowing how much they must’ve hurt to do. He touched a deep one on the other’s chest and the Joker arched up, keening. He slid his hand over it gently, then suddenly dug his nails in, ripping it open once more.
The Joker screamed, then begged him. “Do it again...”
But Bruce leaned down and licked at the blood, tasting the salty wetness and then without thought pushed his tongue deep into the wound. The Joker moaned, his hands coming up to cradle the head of his lover, the pain being far outweighed by the pleasure.
Bruce lifted his head, his mouth covered in blood and for a long, frightened moment, the Joker froze, seeing the other look so much like himself; it was terrifying.
Then the thrusts began again and the Joker lost himself in the pleasure. He closed his eyes to block out the sight of the handsome face covered in blood and he tossed his head back, his hands gripping the forearms of the Batman as he came, the white liquid mixing with the blood on his chest.
Bruce started to shake and then he was jerking inside the other, pinning him down as he filled him with his seed before collapsing on top of him.
The Joker stroked the other’s back almost tenderly, as the Batman fell asleep, exhausted. The Joker’s eyes stayed wide open though, and the mouth was no longer smiling.
When Bruce awoke, he was alone, lying on the floor, his cape covering him. There was a note beside him on the ground. “Gone home, my love...Happy Halloween...”
He looked around, it was dark outside. He rose slowly, and dressed before getting into the car and heading back to the city.
Once he got home he avoided Alfred and headed up to his bathroom, where he stripped and started to run a shower. He caught his reflection in the mirror and stopped. His body was covered with smears of greasepaint, blood, and fluids. His mouth was caked with blood. He quickly got into the hot spray, washing the evidence from his body.
When he looked like himself again, he dressed back in his costume and drove to Arkham. He found the police there, and Jim Gordon shook his hand cheerily. “Thank you. I don’t know how you got him back in his cell without being seen, but we’re very grateful.”
“I’d like to see him.”
“Of course.”
They left him alone with the other, just glass separating them. He gazed at him. “You came back on your own..”
“You would’ve brought me back anyway.” The Joker countered lightly.
“You could’ve just ran.”
“You would’ve caught me.”
Batman nodded slowly. The bloody outline of the bat was still on the wall, and he tried not to think of how the blood had gotten there, or how it had tasted.
“You were right.” The Joker said suddenly. “To stay away. You were right. We are...wrong...”
Batman put his hand up to the glass, but the other turned away, and his hand slowly fell.
Then he turned, and silently walked away.
Some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn...