Slipping Into Entropy - Part 44 - NSFW

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As far as the police were saying, the Joker had escaped from the hospital by an unknown suspect, possibly someone he was working with. Which was of course a follow up to last night's breaking headline: the Joker, taken into custody, seriously injured, by none other than the Batman himself. It was frankly the best possible scenario they could have hoped for after breaking him out, but Bruce knew better than to think Gordon wouldn't have suspicions about the whole thing. He watched with tired eyes as the reporters began a discussion about the recent events. Where exactly did the Batman stand? What were his motives? There were mixed stories. The Joker at least seemed to have a straightforward impact on public opinion.

Joker growled in frustration, watching as the news began to obviously affect his lover and send his mood spiraling even further. He grabbed the sides of Bruce's head and turned his face towards him, trying to divert his attention away from the program. "...do I have to distract you again?"

"Wait." Bruce held up a hand between himself and the other man. He wanted to see if they would--yes, yes they did. They were listing off the Joker's injuries and likely condition now that he was away from the hospital. Though they stated clearly that he was still likely armed and dangerous, and now working with one or more possible suspects who were also armed and dangerous.

"Great. Now every street punk is going to go out bounty hunting for anyone in a wheelchair," Joker grumbled, obviously displeased that this meant he'd be forced to be housebound. "D'you think the Commish knows you were the one to pull a fast one on him?"

"I think so." Bruce's face was rather grave at that. "I can't be sure.......but if I were him, I would suspect it. Or something like it." It was better to play things on the cautionary side. He knew he would have to talk to Gordon soon, for better or for worse.

"Heh. He kept asking me about you, wanting to know what our deal was. I thought he was never going to leave me alone." His gaze shifted sideways. "Any idea what you're going to tell him? Give him a bouquet of street punks tied with a black ribbon, then kiss and make up?"

Bruce shook his head. He had no idea. Well, he had a bit of an idea.....but it wasn't much. Definitely not enough. But Gordon, Gordon had always trusted him so far. Even when he shouldn't have. "He wouldn't have left you alone even if he'd thought I had nothing to do with you. That's his job." A bit more than a job, it was what he believed in and Bruce knew it.

"If it was just a job, he wouldn't have pushed so much. There was something else." Gordon seemed particularly bothered that they had struck a deal and that he refused to let him in on the terms. "He seemed to think I had gotten you to agree to something monstrous in return for not killing people," he laughed.

Bruce became lost in thought at that. It was neither a relieved expression, nor an incredibly troubled one, just...... He would have wondered the same thing if he were in Gordon's place, once again. "I'll have to put his mind at ease," he said with a sigh. With the way things were adding up, he wasn't sure if it would be so easy this time.

"And how do you propose to do that? By wheeling me out and explaining I'm your kept criminal? That I'll keep being nice and not kill people if you keep me so worn out from sex that I can't move?" Joker laughed, rolling his eyes, before turning back to the newscast. "I'm sure he'll find that reassuring."

Shifting a little uncomfortably, Bruce regarded the Joker. "I don't think we should be in the same place at the same time without a secure way out, not if you can't walk. I don't know what he's thinking. I don't know if he'll trust me." His eyes fell. Considering. Weighing the options in his head.

"...you don't have anywhere secure enough that has multiple exits?" Joker asked, raising an eyebrow. As much as cops could get crafty, he knew Bats was paranoid. He seemed to have gadgets and secret panic rooms in every nook and cranny of his life, something to fit every occasion.

Bruce's eyes swiveled over to the clown. "Nowhere within his range that I could get you in and out with those legs. Not when he has an entire force on hand." He shook his head. "There's no way we can catch him off guard. He'll be expecting me to come."

The smaller man's green eyes narrowed dangerously. "You think he's going to use his entire force at your next meeting, and you're just going to go ahead and go through with it anyways?" Joker growled, looking more than displeased. "I'm not letting you waltz off into a trap to get caught yourself, Bat."

"I think it's a possibility. If he sees you especially." Bruce held the Joker's gaze. "He won't have an excuse not to go after you. With me, he's still.....on shaky ground. I can get in, and I can get out. I'm not going to walk into a trap."

"I don't like it," Joker muttered, rebellious look firmly in place despite his decided lack of ability to physically do anything about it. "He could always hold you and demand I come out and give up. He could unmask you if he decides he doesn't like things and doesn't trust you anymore."

"He can't hold me if he can't catch me," Bruce responded. "And he can't hope you'll come out if he thinks I've been hiding you. He knows I generally work alone." He sighed. "Look. I trust him enough to give me a chance."

"I still don't like it." There was nothing else to be said but that; Bruce was extremely stubborn and would do what he wanted whether or not anyone approved of it. "I suppose this means you'll be running off tonight to set up a meeting." Gods, how it irritated him that he wouldn't even be able to sneak along!

"Yes." Bruce's tone was flat, but he couldn't help the little pang of guilt that came with the admission. Not when he'd only had the Joker back for a few hours. But he couldn't leave things like this forever. Gordon had to know; he owed it to the Commissioner not to leave him hanging for long. "I'll come back as soon as I can. And.....you can talk to me, from down in the cave."

"Show me how it works, then. I'm not just going to sit here waiting and hoping you come back." He wouldn't be able to physically be there, but it would be something.

With another sigh and a swipe of a hand over his forehead, Bruce nodded. "Alright." It was a weary agreement. He helped the injured man off the couch and back into his chair. They took the hidden elevator all the way down in a tepid silence.

Letting the hero wheel him over to the console, Joker was unable to control himself and began fiddling with the different buttons, switches and knobs, making the screens flicker like mad and the audio crackle before Bruce caught his hands. "Show me how you work this thing."

"If you'd slow down and pay attention to what you're doing, you might figure it out." Bruce flipped a switch, dialed down the volume, and handed the Joker a wireless headset. Thankfully, the crackling disappeared. He brought up a program, and entered a password to access it. A map very much like the one that came with the Joker's tracker loaded onto the screen. There was even a little red dot in its center. "This tracks the suit." Bringing up a secondary menu, with a string of passwords this time, the map suddenly fleshed itself out with near photo-quality terrain. It was the terrain of Gotham, at about a forty five degree angle above Bruce's penthouse to be exact, with the red dot idling there in its center on the ground. "There's a satellite up there looking down on us, right now." He'd had the funding a couple months ago to put one into orbit. Now there was a small network of Wayne Tech satellites cluttering up the skies. "I can't guarantee much at night, but you'll be able to use it to watch me."

Slightly mollified now that he'd be able to watch and listen, to some degree or another, from afar, Joker nodded. "This will be fine. I hope you actually know what you're doing, Bat, and aren't just pretending to. If he shoots you or catches you, there's going to be hell to pay, and I'm not just talking about Gordon." Settling the headset into place, his eyes never left Bruce's.

He gazed back at the Joker with a very flat expression. He already knew what Bruce would say to that. "I'm going to find you some pain killers." Leaving the Joker to play with the satellite, Bruce went to find a nearby storeroom housing an assortment of medical equipment. The Vicodin were stacked neatly on a shelf, but there wasn't much else. Bruce hoped it would be enough for now.

Joker, meanwhile, was taking advantage of the computer access, especially whilst he was unsupervised. Everything was clearly lit in the late afternoon sun, and scrolling through the visuals gave him more ideas that he filed away for later. It was so much easier to plot when you could see the placement of everything all at once, rather than referring to maps and driving around to verify information. ...you can keep an eye on every police and fire station in the city from here! Every government building!

When Bruce returned, he found the other man practically bouncing in his chair with excitement. He tread up softly behind the clown, and dropped two bottles over his shoulder, into his lap. "Just in case you get tired of the pain."

"Oh? And here I thought you'd said you were going to lend me a hand, scratch itches when I get the urge, all of that." Joker grinned, leaning back in the chair and tilting his head to look at Bruce upside-down. "You know, when you said there was no way you could explain things in a way I could possibly understand? I think this is one of those, but for you." The skinny man shrugged, pushing off with one foot so the chair spun in circles. "I don't think I could make you understand how I feel things. Maroni and his men couldn't understand, which is why they kept trying more and more, just because they didn't get the responses they were expecting."

Bruce couldn't help watching his legs as he went round and round. Large ridges jutted out from under the fabric of his pants, and the hem of one leg had caught on one of the metal nails halfway down his shin, revealing half of the contraption beneath. The Joker was right, it did look painful. If Bruce were him, he wouldn't have enjoyed it one bit. But as coincidence would have it, he wasn't the Joker, and from his angle, standing over the broken man, it looked....... He sucked in a breath of air and swallowed. "I think I realized that somewhere along the way. Even if I can't appreciate it..... exactly the way you do," he added with a slightly suggestive lilt to his voice.

Grinning in response, the man stopped himself by reaching out and catching Bruce's waist, pulling him closer and smiling up at him like a child. A particularly evil child. "I hope you save your strength. I may need a bit more... attention than usual. Things to help ease the boredom and discomfort. Don't fight evil out there so hard that you forget to fight it at home," he admonished cheerfully, winking and Bruce and cackling. Oh god, I can't even think...

That was....different. Bruce felt like he should have been rolling his eyes instead of getting turned on, but....apparently the human mind and body didn't always work in the ways he thought they should. He swore it was that smile, those eyes, that look.... looking up at him. His excitement was beginning to show, especially with the Joker at that convenient level. "Funny....you don't look all that threatening..."

"Ahah, but looks can be deceiving, Bat. Everyone thought I was just a lovable prankster until the jokes turned on them. 'Just another harmless psycho, pay him no mind, he just killed the Chechen and fed him to his dogs.' A bit poetic, that was." He didn't even need to look, seeing the movement out of the corner of his eye as he kept his focus on Bruce's expression, his hand sliding over the tense fabric in response. "Luckily, you seem to know just how to keep me in line. Or do you? Maybe you just think you do..."

Breath hitching, Bruce eased into the touch. "Does it matter if I know or not? You keep asking me that. I don't think I have an answer." That hand hadn't stopped, and now Bruce was really leaning into it.

"Probably not. But it does make me wonder just how far I'm able to go. Do you really have that strong of a hold on me, or is it all just your imagination?" Laying one scarred cheek against the valley above Bruce's hip, his hand continued its ministrations, his green eyes turned up and shining with a fond sort of mirth. "Do you really know who you're keeping?"

"You don't know, do you?" Bruce said between little gasps. "You don't know how strong a hold I have. Ahhhh. And no, neither do I. I don't....nnnh....I don't know how strong this thing.....we have.....is....." By now his hands had buried themselves in the Joker's hair and splayed out across his back. His hips swiveled forward in slow motions. "I can only hope.....we never have to find out," he added after a brief silence.

"But you should know by now - I never stop being curious," Joker whispered, eyes still trained on Bruce's face as his fingers worked at the zipper, reaching in through the panels of cloth to torment a little further. "I love figuring out where all the little buttons on everything is, then pressing them all just to see what they do," he illustrated, one thumb swiping over a damp, sensitive tip before applying pressure.

A sharp intake of breath was his reward. Bruce arched his back slightly, pushing his hips further into the Joker. His feet planted themselves firmly on the ground, legs on either side of the man's knees. "Just to see what happens? What if you don't like what happens?"

"Ah..." Joker breathed, releasing Bruce for a moment in order to guide the man's hands to his shoulders, smile suddenly as dark as the look behind his eyes. "In that case, I remember, and I try a different button." Fingers darting in to pull away the barriers, he fixed his gaze on Bruce once again, intent on watching every second as he suddenly leaned in and swallowed him whole.

Groaning deep within his throat, Bruce clenched his fingers tight into the hollow divots of the Joker's shoulders. The muscles in his thighs contracted, taut with effort to restrain himself from thrusting forward. If this man's tongue had infuriated him once upon a time, it was doing wonders for him now. He gained a whole new sense of appreciation for the snakelike muscle that resided in the Joker's mouth.

Talented as he was at spinning silver lies and half-truths, sowing chaos and rage through well places hints and insults, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy putting his talents to this particular constructive use. Green eyes drunk in every little detail as he sucked and pulled reactions from Bruce, still thrilled not only at the feeling of power over the other man... but that he was trusted so implicitly. He knew all about pain. It must have taken an extreme leap of faith for a man to trust his most sensitive and fragile possession to those mad, flashing teeth and expect to come out whole at the end of it all.

Bruce hadn't actually needed to think about that in a while, whether or not he trusted the Joker with his body. He knew he did now. It was curious then that what he didn't implicitly trust the Joker with was anything and everything else. But the man had told him straight out that he didn't care about anyone but Bruce. That might have had something to do with it. Another reason that might have had something to do with it was the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that the madman offered up to him.

Careful to keep the jagged yellow points from touching the tender flesh, Joker wrapped one arm around Bruce's hips, moving him back and forth in a steady rhythm while his serpentine tongue coaxed beautiful sounds out of his lover's throat. His other hand glided over the tense surface of the man's stomach before drifting lower, cupping and applying a gentle pressure. It took a great deal of concentration to be gentle, much less stay that way, but... You'll never leave. I'll make you happy, and then you'll always stay.

Bruce melted into the motions, letting the Joker pull him in for more again and again. His head would roll back and then forward, so that he could look down and drink in everything that was happening to him. He loved the look of it, he realized. That green hair, just a large mass from above, those scarred red lips, sliding slick over his flesh, the hallow the Joker's cheeks made when he sucked real hard, and best of all, the little flashes of tongue here and there. It was enough to work Bruce up into a small frenzy.

The more Bruce sighed and grew closer to the edge the more smug Joker became, absolutely pleased with himself for his ability to pleasure the taller man and put him at his mercy. As the minutes stretched out and he watched Bruce watching him all of the other flickering thoughts, all the impulses to bite or scratch or twist or squeeze just a bit too hard... they vanished. Joker was left gazing up at him with an intense, worshipful devotion. Bruce, and Batman, had become the center of his universe, and he was determined to become the same for the other man.

Bruce's mouth had fallen open some time ago, loud groans and catches of breath emanated from him and mingled with the wet sounds of the Joker's mouth. He fell forward, catching his hands around the handles at the back of the chair and leaning over the other man. The pace quickened. He pulled himself up enough to catch the Joker's eyes, locked on his face. Bruce's hungry eyes stared back as he keenly felt nothing but bliss building in his gut.

Knowledgeable enough to feel Bruce was close to the end, Joker continued to stare at him from the depths of his obsession, quickening again for the last few strokes needed to finish him off. Sliding down to the root as he felt the muscles beneath his hands tighten and Bruce's frame shake slightly, Joker drank him in, his arm holding him close. Whatever would I do without you, Bat?

Bruce cried out as he came, screwing his eyes shut for just a moment, a moment it took to realize he couldn't see the Joker like this, and opened them again. He soaked up every detail of this image, everything he could to commit it to memory. The way the Joker looked right now, he knew he would want to remember that again, somewhere far from now. He was practically glowing.

Holding him in place until Bruce's frame stopped shaking, his muscles slowly loosening as Joker cleaned away the last few drops with his tongue, the clown released him with a grin. "If I didn't know any better, Bat, I'd say you look like you're enjoying yourself more now that I'm a helpless invalid. Or is it just more fun to play with someone who feels pleasure instead of pain?"

Bruce couldn't help a smile at that. It had taken some time to realize, but judging by the Joker's tone, this was him being playful. Bruce swept his hair back out of his eyes, swiping away the sweat at his brow at the same time, and waited to catch his breath. "If I didn't know any better, Joker," he paused for a small breath, "I'd say you're enjoying it, too." He took one hand off the handle of the chair, moving it down to the other man's thigh and resting a good amount of his weight there. The move brought them almost face to face as well.

The pressure on the recent bruised and wounded muscles made Joker's breath leave in a rush, his grip on Bruce's waist tightening as his eyes closed and color rushed to his face. "....ah, touche. Ever the observant one. Perhaps I'll let you win this round." Eyes opening to find Bruce just inches away, Joker smirked. "Well? Come and get me, Bats."

With a smirk, Bruce dove in, catching the other man's mouth hungrily. His tongue wormed it's way through teeth that parted a second later to find the Joker's meeting him in a tangle of saliva. He used his height to tip the man's head back, enjoying the feel of his arched neck. The hand on his thigh released some of the pressure, sliding upwards, pulling up the Joker's shirt, undoing a button, then the zipper, and slipping underneath the fabric to find him already hard.

An answering moan hummed into Bruce's lungs as his hand wrapped around him, Joker's legs already trying to shift him to a better angle. Letting go of his waist, the clown reached up to burrow fingers in his lover's dark hair, keeping him from breaking the kiss. His mind wandered for a second, wondering if it was possible to suck a piece of another's soul out and carrying it with you, forever hearing another's voice in your head. He didn't have long to muse before carnal friction put all thoughts of the metaphysical out of his mind.

The strokes were quick, but long. Each ran from base to tip, swiping a thumb over the slick head with every pass. Bruce didn't seem like he wanted to go anywhere. Their mouths remained locked, trying to mirror the intensity of what Bruce's hand was doing to the Joker just inches below. Bruce could hear the clang of metal as his hips tried to rise and meet the strokes, using his grip on Bruce's hair and the rigidity of his legs for what leverage he could get.

Joker inhaled sharply whenever his involuntary movements jarred the painful points in his legs, his mind interpreting it as an overwhelming rush of pleasure on top of Bruce's attentions. He arched as much as he was able, finally breaking the kiss. "...somehow I get the feeling that our surroundings weren't planned with this in mind," he rasped, giving the taller man a sly look.

"No, they weren't," Bruce replied against the Joker's lips. He didn't have so much as a couch down here. At least not in the main room. He did have a bed, but that was it. He picked up the pace and licked at the Joker's lips, biting lightly and moving his free hand down to the man's opposite knee.

Had it been anyone else, they would have been screaming bloody murder and trying to escape very real physical torture. Joker's scrambled nervous system, however, had in melting in the chair and stroking Bruce's hair in encouragement. If the hero ever worried that he was going to far or hurting the smaller man, Joker's eyes were more than reassurance otherwise; still playful and burning with lust, he was all but begging for more. "...perhaps you want to think of remodeling, then."

"And what do you suggest?" Bruce asked, only half paying attention to the conversation. He could feel hard muscle jump under both his hands; one slick, and one dry; one bruised, and one aching in an entirely pleasurable way.

"Oh, I don't know... a cot here, a couch there, maybe a desk since you seemed to like that so much..." His hips trying to rise again, pushing against Bruce's hand, Joker closed his eyes and laughed. "I don't care about the specifics much as long as it doesn't include handcuffs or cameras."

Bruce leaned into his ear, twisting his hand around the tip of the Joker's shaft as he spoke. "I have cameras everywhere." He licked around the shell and breathed warm air over it afterward, increasing the pressure in both his hands.

Joker shuddered, both from the mixture of pleasure and pain and from the chill that ran up his spine at the thought, remembering his earlier exhibitionism in the cell and the way he'd spied on Bruce with those selfsame cameras. He swallowed. "Ah, but do you use them to record me and watch them later?"

"I haven't needed to yet," Bruce whispered back, "I have you right here." That was true. He may have thought about it while the Joker was still locked up, when he'd barely wanted to touch the man, but lately he'd much rather have the real thing.

"And I'll always be here," he murmured, wrapping arms around Bruce's neck and pulling himself upward, closer. "Don't use the cameras. Have fun with me. I don't think I'd ever be able to refuse," he chuckled, the sound cutting off before turning into a moan.

Bruce said little in return, simply keeping up the motions. He bit lightly at an uninjured part of the Joker's shoulder instead. The man was bucking against him, and practically hanging off of Bruce's neck. His arms were locked tight and Bruce knew it was going to be sore when they were finished. But it was only a fleeting thought.

Joker finally gave a breathless growl and arched one last time, twitching within Bruce's grasp as his climax washed through him. The long nails digging into the hero's shoulders were almost painful as the clown held on for dear life before suddenly losing his grip and falling back into the chair. Watching Bruce as he caught his breath, Joker smiled weakly. "...well... unless you're up to doing this for hours on end, I suppose I should take some of those painkillers you mentioned. I'm going to go insane otherwise."

Chuckling softly, Bruce picked up the bottle and handed it back to the Joker wondering what exactly would happen should he be left alone in pain. Would it still feel as good as he claimed it did? Would he be locked for hours in a kind of tortuous sexual frenzy because of it? Or would it simply revert to the kind of pain Bruce was accustomed to? He wiped his hand on an oil cloth resting on a tool bench and leaned against the desk and watched the other man.

Turning the bottle over in his hand, Joker finally uncapped the thing and rattled out a couple of capsules, swallowing them without a fuss. Catching the look Bruce was giving him, the smaller man paused while closing the container, raising an eyebrow in question. "What is it, Bat? Amazed that I'm actually taking damned medicine of my own free will for once?"

"A bit." Bruce's eyes moved from the bottle in his hand to his face. He shifted his weight to a sitting position on the desk, all languid and relaxed fluidity. He felt practically boneless. "What would happen while I was gone if you didn't?"

"Promise not to tell?" Joker asked, glancing around conspiratorially as if they might be burst in upon at any moment. "The same thing that happened when I used to get beaten and left chained and alone. We'll just say that I know from experience that you can rub yourself raw and bleeding. It just made things worse."

Bruce inclined an eyebrow, gaze dropping back down to the man's groin. "Indeed," he nodded as his imagination ran wild. "So.....essentially I'd come back to find you.....gone mad and ready to tear my clothes off?"

"More or less. Don't go getting any smart ideas, now," he warned teasingly, shaking a finger at Bruce, thoroughly amused at the look on the other man's face as he stared at his crotch. Even minutes after their romp on the chair the pain was already having its effect again.

"Fascinating." Bruce knew the Joker could see gears turning in his head, but he couldn't help it. He really was intriguing. That little crumb of information had just given Bruce a lot to think about. Just how much was the Joker a slave to his desires? More than he wanted to be, it seemed. Though he'd obviously learned to live with it.

"And what exactly do you mean by that, Bats? If you use this to try to torture me, so help me, I'll make you regret it," he laughed, not seeming in the least bit perturbed. It was an effort to keep his hands still and empty while he waited for the pills to kick in.

"It's.... fascinating, is exactly what I mean," Bruce responded, biting his bottom lip and trying to shove down a renewed interest lurking in his gut. He could imagine it all to well, what it must have been like then and what the Joker might become like now. .....he'd have to make sure the man let himself heal. "If you run out, there's more in the supply locker." Bruce jerked his head to where he'd retrieved the drugs. "Just don't OD on me."

Not having much in the way of willpower, Joker's hand had already wandered, shamelessly stroking himself and smirking at the taller man. "Oh, I won't. I have no intention of killing myself by accident."

Bruce shifted on the desk, eyes glued to the Joker's hand. He was quickly becoming aroused again. "You're insatiable." It would take about fifteen minutes or so for the drugs to kick in...... Just long enough for...... "God. Come here." Bruce jumped off the tabletop. "You're right, we do need more furniture," he said a little breathlessly as he all but lifted the Joker onto the desk where he'd just been sitting. He cleared off the mess of papers behind him before Bruce crawled atop it, too.

"You might be enjoying this more than I am," the clown teased, content to be picked up like a doll and draped wherever Bruce wanted. "Just be careful not to break anything more than it already is. I think you probably want me to last for quite a few years before I'm in danger of being worn out."

"Funny, I was just thinking I should be telling you that," Bruce replied with a smirk. He was careful of the Joker's legs, nevertheless, trying not to move them any more than necessary. He was lying lengthwise atop the desk now, and Bruce spread himself over the other man, legs and hips between the Joker's spread ones so as not to put pressure on them. He kissed the man's neck and rubbed against him, bringing their hips together.

Joker closed his eyes and sighed, writhing against Bruce in wanton abandon. A strange impulse rose up in him, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. Deciding against hiding it, the mix of happiness and sorrow was an odd sound indeed, echoing softly as he ran his hands up Bruce's sides.

Bruce took over from where the Joker's hand had started again, digging into his pants and pulling him free. His hands were big enough to grasp both of them in one, so he did, sighing into the Joker's ear. He couldn't imagine what was going through the man's head, tossing back and forth, tears running down the sides, and such sweet sounds falling from those red lips, but it was delicious to watch.

Joker's hands scrambled to hold onto him, clinging as Bruce slid them both together and against each other. It was blissful, not only finally having another being that he trusted, but one that seemed to understand what he needed and wanted... and complied. One that didn't betray and hurt him at every opportunity. It was... different.

The Joker's soft moans echoed off the walls of the hallow room, straight back into Bruce's ears. He had never known so much pleasure in one man before. And pain, he'd had to remind himself, but it was futile because right now, his head was filled with nothing but bliss. He wanted to burrow into the heated body of sweat, paint, bright colors, broken bones, and muscle beneath him because this man, this man alone in all the world, held the ability to make him forget his pain, replacing it with nothing but pleasure.

Responding immediately to every touch, every movement, every sound, the smaller man melted against Bruce, wanting nothing more than to tie the man to him forever so he'd never have to live without this. He had no concept of what love was to other human beings, what it felt like... but this must be something close. Joker tried to curl even closer, panting against the hero's neck. "...oh god... anything you want..."

Every time the Joker said that, it would send Bruce's lust soaring to new heights. The man had to have known it on some basic level. Bruce would never believe that he didn't, he was too good, too instinctively manipulative not to. He ground his hips and hand harder, flattening his body into the other man's, biting at one side of his neck and then the other, feeling a racing pulse beat there.

The feel of teeth at his throat just set his heart beating faster, moans beginning to punctuate his breathless promises to give anything, do anything, so long as Bruce stayed with him. As sick as it might have seemed to another person, being completely dominated again didn't fill him with revulsion and fear. The fact that Bruce had that aspect to his personality only increased his lust and the tingles of pleasure building in his spine.

Bruce felt it, deep down and somewhere very primal, he wanted it too. He wanted this man, buried deep inside him, bent over backwards, telling him Bruce could do whatever he wanted. "More.....say that again." That was exactly what he wanted. He forgot his own warnings, that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to let him have that much control, but right now after everything they'd just been through, nearly losing the Joker to his own stubbornness, then then to the mob, the police, and death's door, Bruce didn't feel like messing with what he was given. He simply wanted it.

"...god, do whatever you want, anything..." He was too far gone to even have any caution left to throw to the wind. The other man could strangle him to death while getting off and he probably wouldn't even care. He'd always felt a thrill from their wrestling for dominance, even back when they're simply been enemies, and this was one game he didn't mind losing every single time.

Bruce curled into the Joker when he hit his climax. He clamped his mouth down over the other man's as if he could drink up those words if he only tried. Time stood still for a moment as sensation after sensation washed through him. It hit hard, more drawn out than the first time around. And twice as exhausting. He collapsed into the crook of the other man's neck when he was spent, hand still caught between them.

Joker was just as limp, heart pounding like mad as he tried to catch his breath, disoriented from all the euphoria and the haze as the painkillers finally began to kick in. "...if we keep this up, you won't have any energy left to go crusading with," he finally whispered, one side of his twisted mouth curling up in a half-grin "A knight too busy using his sword for other purposes to manage battling evil. Maybe this is how one goes about defeating you."

"Ahh...." Bruce had to turn his head so that he could speak properly without actually having to pull himself up. "But I've already got my bandit." He wound up speaking into the Joker's ear. He stretched languidly, pulling his hand free. He didn't want to move. This desk suddenly seemed like the nicest place to rest in the world.

That got a cackle out of the pinned man, his arms tightening briefly around Bruce. "Maybe that was his intention all along. Maybe he likes getting caught," Joker teased, giving his lover an amused look. "And lucky me. I get the best self-heating blanket in the world out of the deal. Didn't even have to break into anyplace to steal it." That sounds like fun, actually. Maybe we should play a little citywide game of hide and seek once I get my legs back...

Bruce snorted and finally lifted his head. He shifted, noticing the mess they'd made of their clothes and grabbing the towel once again to clean his fingers and whatever else he could. "Hm. I'm going to need another shower before I go." He gazed down at the Joker. "And you....might want to at least change your shirt before you run into Alfred while I'm gone."

"The prude will get his stuffed shirt in a twist if he sees me painted white, hmm? Guess that rules out getting my face back." Shifting as Bruce wiped off what he could, Joker gave him a pointed look. "...get me back in the chair and I'll try to deal with it. At least you've got a lift instead of something idiotic, like stairs or a fireman's pole."

Bruce smiled weakly in return. It didn't reach his eyes. "Alfred shouldn't mind as long as it stays on your face and not over everything else in the house," he said while observing the Joker's diminishing makeup. He helped the slighter man off the table, holding most of his weight while he eased back into the chair.

"Being that I'm stuck in this thing, I doubt I'll have a chance to roll on the carpets and leave white streaks," he countered, still bitter that he was stuck with such limited movement for now. "He must be grateful. With me like this, he barely has to lift a finger to keep me where he wants me."

"Somehow, I doubt that." The taller man adjusted his clothes back into place and punched an intercom on the computer, asking Alfred to collect and bring down the Joker's clothes. The response wasn't very thrilled, but the butler would be on his way. Bruce checked the time and the satellite image of the MCU building. The sun was just beginning to get noticeably lower in the sky.

Notably calmer now that the painkillers were beginning to kick in, as far as the clown could ever be calm, Joker turned the chair and wheeled towards the elevator entrance. "Yeah, well, let him think he's got things under wraps for a bit. It will make things that much funnier when his bubble gets busted. Eheh..."

Bruce rubbed at his temples, trying not to jump at the baited comment. He went off to the lair's bathroom, taking a shower to simply rinse away the sweat and smell of sex from his skin, and returned barely five minutes later. He gathered tools for the night, then dressed and armored up quickly, fitting the suit to his body like an intricate puzzle.

Joker went to wait by the lift, watching Bruce dress across the room as he prepared to go out as he did every night, ever hunting for the roots of crime within the city so he could tear them out of the soil. It was a futile effort, but he knew better than to try and tell the vigilante that. He needs to stop all the blaming and atoning and just live a little, that's what. His head turned as the elevator started humming, announcing someone's descent.