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Night Thoughts	By : ladymidath Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2760 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:I do not own Batman or these these characters, they are owned by DC comics and Bob Kane and Bill Finger. No profit is being made.

One

Penguin’s POV

I don’t believe it, it’s after two in the morning and they are at it again. Oh well, at least they are enjoying themselves. Or the Joker is anyway by the sounds of it. Hell, it’s hard to imagine anyone with that kind of energy. The man certainly has a libido.

Not quite so sure about the Riddler though, he must be half dead by now. Not that I feel sorry for him after all he put us though. Especially the Joker, he was the one that was blamed for that man’s death. What was his name again? Oh yes, Thomas Elliot. An old friend of Bruce Wayne. Both stinking rich, born with silver trust funds in their mouths. Exactly the kind of people I can relate to.

Oh my god what the hell was that? I can feel my heart playing leapfrog in my chest. That had to be the most horrible screech I have ever heard in my life, and I torture cats for fun.

Should I go and investigate?

The thought of bursting into the Joker’s bedroom makes me pause. But that noise…that was not the sound of someone coming, that was the sound of someone dying.

Then I hear the soft murmur of voices and I breath a sigh of relief. All alive and counted for. Not that I think that the Joker would kill Eddy. No, if he was going to, he would have by now.

After he had thrown in with that almost supernatural madman Hush. Hell, that little adventure had nearly gotten the Joker killed by Batman. No one was more surprised then me when not only did the Joker allow him to live, but then agreed to protect the little runt.

I always said that it was not only the Catwoman that had nine lives, certain green suited young men seem to as well.

Judging by the silence now coming from the Joker’s room, I would hazard a guess that they have both fallen asleep. I lay back down against the pillows, picturing the sight of the two of them sharing that huge bed together. Eddy with his lithe frame wrapped around the Joker’s taller one. Pink flesh pressed against white. Light brown hair, mingling with green.

I sigh and close my eyes, trying to blot out the succulent vision. After all, it was bad enough having to listen to their love making, but never being able to take part. That was what really hurt.

I know that I am not the most attractive man around, but still. One invitation would be nice at least.

Still, at least the Joker is letting me stay here while that monster that calls himself Hush is still prowling the streets looking for the Riddler. Personally I agree with Two Face and the Scarecrow. We should just hand Eddy over to him. It would certainly uncomplicate our lives. But Joker won’t hear of it. Absolutely insists that we have to protect out own.

Hell, who would have thought that the Joker had a sense of honour?

But then I should not be surprised. Joker is comfortable knowing that he is the alpha around here, and knowing that we all recognize that. I suppose he can afford to be generous from time to time.

These are the thoughts that I take with me as I settle down one more. I know that I am never going to be more than what I am. A short man grown stout and jowly in his old age. I am no match for Edward Nygma. Handsome and since his visit to the Lazarus pit, even younger and stronger than before.

With a sigh, I close my eyes and try to block these thoughts from my mind. After all, there’s no use dwelling on what I can’t have.

Two

Joker’s POV

Mmm, he feels so warm nestled against me. Normally I dislike sharing my bed with others, but for Edward, I make an exception. Usually after one of my increasingly rare bouts of sex with Harley I toss her straight out of bed and send her sulking off to that red haired weed , Poison Ivy.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy the sex, but afterwards that dominoed ditz has to start all that sickening lovey dovey crap. At least with Edward, he knows when to keep quiet.

Oh puddin I love you, do you love me? It makes me want to reach over, grab her by the throat and squeeze until her vapid face swells and that flapping tongue turns black. It never stops her though. Typical female.

Rolling over onto my side, I reach out to stroke the smooth skin next to me. I have to admit, that time Edward spent in the Lazarus pit has done more that just cure his cancer. It seems to have shaven years off him. His face so soft in repose seems as innocent as a choirboy’s.

I run my hand down his side, lazily taking in the fine features and the mass of light brown hair. All in all, not bad.

Oh he’s not as delectable as a certain caped crusader, but still, a nice dalliance. And I do know that he is infatuated with me. Has been since the first day we met. I still remember it. He was new to Gotham, young brash and cocky. He called himself the Riddler and loved leaving clues and conundrums in his wake. But he had made one serious mistake. Edward had not worked out who the main players in this town were.

And that just happened to be me.

His second mistake was to hit the same bank that I had marked out for myself. Both our gangs went racing inside waving our guns at the hysterical bank tellers. My guys in clown masks and his in black domino masks. It’s not that I mind a little chaos but even to me it looked ridiculous.

We managed to salvage what we could, then afterwards I decided to seek this upstart out in order to have a little chat with him. After all, he had to learn who owned this city once and for all.

He tried to brazen it out at first. All brash smiles and riddles and the smug self-assurance that only the very young and the very foolish affect. But to his credit, it did not take him long to work out who he was dealing with.

Soon it was ‘yes Mister Joker and, I’m sorry Mister Joker.’ Of course it had taken several of his men getting killed in various unpleasant ways and a couple of the Riddler’s fingers being broken. But the message was driven home and that was the important thing.

After all, he needed to know who was who in Gotham.

I smile at the memory, recalling the look on his face when the big bad wolf came knocking on his door. It was comical, his look of shock and dismay when his shabby, rundown hideout had been discovered and breached.

Of course that had not been the only thing that had been breached that night. After I had my henchmen dispatch his, I sent them away so that I would be able to have a private word with the now very frightened Riddler.

I still remember the way he cowered in front of me, convinced that I was going to kill him. I had knelt in front of him and gently wiped away the tears that were dripping down his face. Terrified, he had tried to pull away from my touch, but I had gripped him under the chin, trapping him nicely.

Once he realized that he could not escape, he stopped struggling and simply gazed at me like a puppy that had been kicked. That had only made him more desirable. The memory of how I had hauled him to his feet and then over the back of a stained couch still has a certain effect on me.

I had loved the way he had whimpered and pleaded as I divested him of those dark green pants that he still insists on wearing. The memory of the sounds he had made as I sank my cock into that hot virginal opening still arouses me.

But as enjoyable as that has been, more importantly as lesson had been learned.

A lesson that the Riddler had never forgotten.

After that, Edward had been wary of getting onto my bad side. But after I had carefully arranged a couple more ‘meetings’, he started to actually enjoy himself.

Now of course I have him eating out of the palm of my hand. Except for this recent incident with that damnable Hush. But I have to admit; I did enjoy teaching the Riddler the error of his ways.

Speaking of which, it seems that little Joker is beginning to stir to life. Time to wake my sweet little lover up again. After all, with that maniac Hush on the loose, things have been more than a little tense lately and what better way is there to relieve tension then this.

Three

Riddler’s POV

Oh great, there I was in the middle of a nice dream, you know-the kind where you are lying on a deserted beach somewhere surrounded by super models. Now I am awake, every muscle in my body is aching and my ass feels like it’s been reamed out with a hoe.

The Joker is leaning over me, his lips trailing kisses over my chest. Already he’s hard; I can feel his cock as it brushes against my thigh.

“Hello dearest,” he greets me as his teeth catch my nipple. Instead of answering, I let out a moan.

This makes Joker chuckle, a softer more agreeable sound then his usual screeching laughter.

His teeth nip at me once more, teasing my flesh. Then slowly he works his way down my body until his mouth finds my cock.

With another moan, I arch toward him, my body tense and beginning to tremble with the sensations that are already flooding over me.

Then without warning, he arches back, his green eyes bright with both amusement and lust. I stop, unable to tear my eyes away from his and I can already feel a worm of disquiet threading it’s way through my stomach. His smile is unsettling and I can feel that disquiet getting stronger. There is something predatory, something dark and frightening in that smile.

“What are you thinking dearest?” The Joker croons as he reaches around to cradle me in his arms.

“I am thinking that I feel like a fly caught in a spider’s web,” I whisper. His smile widens at that.

“So you should,” he replies softly. “Because that is exactly what you are. A very small fly indeed. Soon to be a snack for a hungry spider.”

I can feel the light touch of his fingers as they gently caress me, making my skin tingle. I shiver and despite my fear, I begin to crave his touch.

I watch as he reaches over to the small nightstand beside the bed for the tube of lubricant. I gasp as he applies the cold gel to my anus. Then bit by bit I relax as he slides himself into me.

Then slowly he starts to move and I move with him. Together we find that deep primitive rhythm and soon we a locked in a dance of bliss.

“Joker,” I whisper and he responds with a kiss that turns into a bite. I moan against his mouth and he grips me even tighter.

Soon I am crying out, helpless and sweating as he rides me. His thrusts are harder now, more urgent in his own need and then, just as I think I can’t hold on much longer, I feel him tense. His cock shudders with release even as my own climax erupts.

“Hmmm.”

I can’t help but smile at that single sound of approval. Lazily I nestle down into his arms and with surprising gentleness, he cradles me. We don't speak though as we lay cocooned in the warmth of our bodies. We do not have to, silent conpanionship is enough.

I listen as his breathing deepens as he falls asleep, then closing my eyes I follow him into the depthless shadows of dreams.

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