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Boo	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 10933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Boo
- 2-Boo to you
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"Get stuffed, Bat!" The thug shouted, darting under a fallen beam and hightailing it into a narrow passage.
"Charming," Superman gave his cowled companion a look.
"Yes, and that's on a good day," Batman agreed. "Oh well, if you're determined to finish up here, then I'll go chase that idiot."
"Be careful, half the ceiling in the next gallery is already down." Superman warned.
"Careful is my middle name," Bruce told him.
"And I thought your middle name was 'Paranoid'…" Kal deadpanned. "Or is it 'Insomnia'?"
"You can," Bruce was destined never to finish that thought. "Superman?" Because of where they were, it seemed sensible to keep using their working names.
"There's something in there," Kal tilted his head and squinted.
"In the next gallery?" Bruce resisted the urge to make a joke, it wasn’t really in keeping with the persona of the Bat, and he did like consistency, at least during 'hero time'.
"It's hard to see what it is, with all that lead piping in there." Kal commented, squinting.
"Lead?"
"Old water pipes and stuff," The Kryptonian contorted himself at an angle that a human would have been hard pressed to duplicate, even assuming that they were able to float. "You know, I think…" He tailed off.
"You do? You could have fooled me." Bruce simply couldn’t resist that one. And the expression on his colleague's face made it all the more worthwhile.
"Yes, I do," Kal raised an eyebrow, "and quite well, as it happens, because unlike someone I could mention, I try and get a good night's rest every so often."
"You're flagging if you have to resort to that old chestnut, country boy," Bruce told him happily, "and some of us have more exciting things to do at night than sleep."
"You, acckkk…" Kal gave up.
Giving his friend a happy smirk, Bruce waited. "Well?"
"Well, what?"
"What is it you thought you could see in there?" Bruce prompted, when Kal seemed a bit slow on the uptake.
"Oh! Turquoise eyes flashed. "Oh, yes! We ought to get in there."
"In there?"
"Why not? You were going to chase that idiot in there, weren’t you?"
"Actually, no. I doubt if either of us would fit safely through that passage, so I was going to go topside and use the homing device I planted on him to track him down." Bruce patted his gauntlet. "See?" The tiny yellow blip pulsing in the miniature screen cast reflections in the dimness of the cavern.
"Well, we have to get in there," Kal said stubbornly, "and now."
"Why?"
"Because I think there's someone trapped in there, under the rubble."
"Under it?" Bruce was horrified. If Kal was right then they had to do something, and quickly, before the rest of the cave roof came down. The gang they had just flushed out had been holed up in here for several days, had there been a falling out among thieves? Or had they been holding a captive? If so, whoever was in there was almost certainly in real trouble by now.
"Mmm." The red cape blurred and the smell of rock dust was suddenly almost choking. Hand over his face, Bruce waited. Sometimes having Superman for a pal was a two-edged sword, the guy could solve problems at an incredible rate, but that tended to have repercussions.
The dust billowed as Kal returned, bearing… something, swathed in the famous red fabric.
"I think you'll want to see this," He said softly.
"Me? Why?" When the Kryptonian knelt, and cautiously pulled back a fold of the cloth to reveal the contents, Bruce felt his heart give a curious little flutter. "Joker…"
"You really intend taking care of him here, Bruce?" Kal waited. "All by yourself?"
"Alfred's not due back for over a fortnight, I'm not cutting his vacation short for this. Besides, it's safer this way, the fewer people involved the better."
"Safer?" The tone suggested that Kal though it was anything but safe.
Bruce shrugged. "I told you what happened, didn’t I?" He tore his attention from the pale figure lying in one of his spare beds. "When Harley tried to hurt me?" Although, naturally, what he'd shared with Kal had been a considerably edited version of the actual events.
"Yes, which is why I'm even considering this now." His over-large friend nodded. "I'm not happy about leaving you alone with him though,"
"Kal, the guy's half dead, if he didn’t hurt me when he had me captive, why would he do anything to me now?"
"I don’t know, but Joker's not exactly rational most of the time, is he?" Kal pointed out.
"He works to his own twisted logic." Bruce disagreed. "Now, how bad are his injuries?"
Kal wrinkled his nose. "I guess you're right about him having accelerated healing, the worst of the internal damage is already gone. It's not as fast as I would heal, but," He tailed off, obviously remembering just in time that the person with him was human, and not one of the other meta's.
"But what is?" Bruce finished for him.
"Yeah," Kal flushed.
Bruce only laughed and squeezed his shoulder. "It's not a bad thing, Kal."
"No, I guess not."
"And neither is this," Turning his attention back to the man in the bed, Bruce sighed. "I appreciate this," He told his friend.
"I only hope he does…" Kal straightened his shoulders, "I have to go, but I'm on the end of the phone, if you need me – for anything." He added.
"Kal, I…"
"You want him." Turquoise eyes met blue.
"You know?" Bruce thought he'd done a reasonable job of hiding that. But then, Kal IS Superman…
"Your pulse speeds up each time you look at him," Kal said softly, "even when you just talk about him. You've got it bad…"
"I…"
"It's not a crime." Kal gave a shy smile. "Sometimes the bad ones are the most interesting. We can't help who we're attracted to."
"We?"
"Oh, very definitely…" With a grin, Kal blurred off.
Wonder who HE'S attracted to? Bruce had a sudden recollection of the way Kal always seemed to know what a certain younger Luthor was about to do. Which meant that Kal had to be keeping fairly close tabs on the man, didn’t it, and although there were other reasons for why that might be happening, Bruce was suddenly in no doubt.
Lex? Kal's interested in Lex? Ooh, I can definitely foresee a few personality clashes with that pairing…
"Easy there," Bruce soothed, lightly dabbing at the pale brow with a wrung out cloth. "Those goons really did a number on you." He wasn’t sure if his patient even knew who Bruce was. For the past hour, Joker had been drifting in and out of consciousness, fever causing the other man to mumble snatches and to shake under the covers.
Bruce was beginning to wonder if he should have sought medical assistance after all, but who would know what was normal for the Joker anyway?
HE would… only I can't ask him…
Red eyes blinked open, and a hand closed weakly around his wrist.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Bruce promised. "You're safe here."
Whether the Joker had understood, or simply passed out again, Bruce's hand was quickly released. He found himself feeling oddly protective. Was this what Joker had felt while Bruce was in his clutches?
We'll never really know, will we? Still, at least Harley isn't here to stick her nasty little pins in things… Bruce had neither forgotten nor forgiven the clown girl for the attempt on his life.
Wonder where SHE went? It occurred to him that there had been no sign of Joker's side-kick anywhere around the gang headquarters.
Unless she was under the rocks too? It wasn’t a very heroic thought, but Bruce decided that he really didn’t care if she was.
Kal would have done a thorough sweep of the caves – and if she was there he would have found her, alive or otherwise.
"So where was she?" He asked his unresponsive patient. "And why were you there?" There was no answer, but then Bruce hadn't expected that there would be. They would get to that part later…
"Until then, you can enjoy the hospitality of Wayne Mansion…" He smiled. "Although I have to admit that I don’t usually give quite this level of personal service…"
When the fever turned to chills, Bruce shucked his own clothes, and slipped under the covers with the chalk skinned lunatic.
"And which of us is the more mad?" He whispered, "Me or you?" The man in his arms made no answer, but the way that the shaking flesh pressed against him spoke volumes. It was curiously endearing to find himself the recipient of such total trust.
"Even if you don’t know who's playing hot water bottle, eh?" Just for a few moments Bruce pondered over what the Joker would do if he found himself sharing sheets with the big bad Bat…
Smiling to himself, Bruce pulled the covers up higher around them both, and settled down for a much needed rest, trusting his highly trained senses to alert him to any change in the other man's condition, for better or worse.
A few hours later, Bruce roused to find himself cuddling his arch-nemesis. Soft with sleep, Joker was a pleasant bed-fellow, wrapped around Bruce like a second blanket.
"Nice," Bruce decided. He would have cheerfully stayed there, had it not been for the need to take care of certain bodily functions. Easing out of the bed, he padded off to the bathroom, making sure not to disturb his guest in the process.
A quick light breakfast and some clean clothes had restored the inner Bat, and left the billionaire frisky and curious.
"Let's see how you are this morning?" Bruce cautiously lowered himself back onto the side of the bed. Free to indulge his curiosity, he did. The room was warm, but the skin under his fingers was warmer, and one thing just seemed to lead to another. He hadn't set out to completely uncover his patient, but somehow that was what happened.
"While you're down there, you can give me a blow job." A weak voice suggested. "Otherwise I'll have a drink, water would be nice?"
Caught in the act of staring, Bruce jumped slightly, reaching for a glass he filled it and helped to hold it steady while the other man drank.
"Hey…" Red eyes focussed on him. "It's okay…"
Which was an odd thing to say, given the circumstances.
"Is it?" Putting the glass down, Bruce met the ruby gaze properly.
"A sexy guy like you can look all you like." Joker managed to say. "I'm all yours." He added. "Although I don’t know how much use that's going to be, seeing as I'm dead…"
"Dead?" Bruce thought that odd.
"Well, this has to be heaven, since last thing I remember everything was coming down rocks. Now I'm clean, and not thirsty, and I don’t hurt – well, not much." The other man sighed. "Plus I haven't seen anyone so beautiful in a while."
"You're not dead, you're at my home." Bruce smiled at him. "And you're clean, because I bathed you."
"You did?" A twinkle appeared in the red depths. "A sweet little thing like you? Heaving this big old lump around?"
Bruce found himself blushing furiously. Something that the Joker seemed to find amusing.
Then again, he finds a lot of things amusing, doesn’t he? This is not going the way I imagined it…
"Cat got your tongue?" Joker raised an eyebrow. "Shame, I was really starting to look forward to that blow job…"
Looking down, Bruce decided that, judging by the current state of the man's endowments, Joker was being entirely honest for once.
"Oh, I think I can do something about that…" Bruce smiled, and carefully taking up position, he ran the tip of his tongue over the head of Joker's cock, opening his mouth wide enough to catch it as it jerked up.
"God…" The other man breathed, "Now this is how I always want to wake up…" He grinned. "Dead or not…"
Releasing his prize long enough to bestow a long lick along the pulsing length, Bruce grinned back. "Oh, I think it's safe to say that you're not dead," he cast an enticing glance up along the pale body, "or that at least one part of you certainly isn't…"
"That might not prove anything," The other man whispered dubiously, "It could be rigor mortis?"
"Let's find out, shall we?" Bruce chuckled, and carefully retracted the foreskin, before running his tongue over the crown. One sloppy lick over the shiny head and he pulled back slightly, before breathing softly over the swollen flesh.
"Is that enough blow in your blow job?" He asked silkily.
Joker groaned. "Everyone wants to get in on the act," He murmured. "Go on, you're killing me here!"
"Can't be," Bruce disagreed with a grin. "You're already dead, remember?" But before the other man could answer he had resumed his efforts and was lightly investigating the tiny hole with the tip of his tongue.
A whimper from his 'victim' suggested that the Joker appreciated his thoroughness. Bruce was having a rather good time too, the combination of control and danger sending his arousal levels through the roof.
Engulfing the entire head and at least half the length in one go, Bruce sucked lightly.
"Oh, God!!!" Joker arched his back, "Do that again!"
Working around the hot flesh, Bruce took a little more in. Three quarters of the way and this was where it got tricky, and he really didn’t want any sudden moves. It was embarrassing to gag, not to mention unpleasant.
Time for a bit of martial arts…Resting his forearms over the tops of Joker's thighs, Bruce used his upper body weight to gently pin the other man in place - not a move that would have been of any real value in a combat situation, but perfect under the current circumstances - and complied with the previous request, adding a few licks to improve relations.
Joker let out a long gasp to show his appreciation, the thick thighs tensing, corded muscles starting to strain.
Alternating between licking and sucking, Bruce continued to assiduously torment his guest. He liked the feeling of power over the pale man, and for his part, Joker didn’t seem in the slightest bit unwilling. Large hands occasionally stroked the back of Bruce's head, but otherwise the other man seemed content to lay there and be pleasured.
Like all good things, it could only last so long. The shivers that wracked the captive body increased, as the other man approached his peak.
"So good," Joker murmured. "Baby… any second now I'm going to cum…" he warned.
Appreciating the notice, but not hesitating in the slightest, Bruce continued to suck around the invading length, burying his nose right into the sparse pubic thatch and tightening his throat around the other man's cock.
It has to be now, or I'm going start to run out of breath. Well, he wouldn’t be The Batman if he didn’t have at least one secret weapon in reserve, would he? Employing it, Bruce shamelessly hummed and then swallowed.
Joker let out one rising wail and came, unloading pulse after pulse down Bruce's willing throat.
Releasing his 'victim' with one last lingering lick, Bruce lay there; the tightness in his own balls turning into an ache. Massive arms reached down, lifting him up and laying him on his back. A strong hand wrapping around his length, and pumping expertly, had him gasping and coming in seconds.
"Baby, I swear, you could raise the dead…" Joker murmured admiringly, cradling him against the barrel chest.
Bruce smiled to himself in satisfaction. Unorthodox it might be, but the recovery treatment seemed to have been proved 100% effective.
"Doing this would probably make me as twisted as he is…" Bruce muttered to himself. Staring at the eyedropper, he thought it over.
"Then again, I can't exactly take him out like this and show him off, can I?" Wandering around Gotham in the company of a known criminal was bound to have an effect on Wayne Industries stock value, and there were a lot of ordinary people depending on the company for their wages. Not to mention the damage that a recovering Joker could, and probably would do, if unleashed on the city. However, there was one way to have a little fun with his fool…
"Oh damn… he didn’t exactly play straight with me, when he had me at his place, did he?" 'Had' being a very appropriate term for a lot of what had gone on in the Clown Prince's Lair… enjoyable as much of it had been. Though Bruce was perfectly well aware by now that the Joker had gotten significantly more out of the experience than he had.
He's ahead by at least four more climaxes, for a start…
"Just for once…" Bruce deliberately squeezed a single drop of the bluish liquid into his guest's soup.
"You not having any?" Joker glanced at him. "Come on, it's very good."
"I'm not that hungry." Bruce shrugged.
"A solidly built chap like you?" Joker raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised." He held out the spoon. "Go on… have a drop."
Bruce wavered.
"It'll put hairs on your chest," Joker added.
"I hope not." Bruce grinned. "I don’t particularly want a hairy chest, and I've heard that waxing is damned painful…"
"Oh, come on, just for me?" Ruby eyes glittered.
Damn, he was going to have to do it wasn't he - or else Joker would get suspicious.
"Alright, just for you." Bruce reluctantly agreed, and taking the spoon, helped himself to a large spoonful. "Actually, it is rather good…" He added, taking another for good measure.
"Hey," His clown pouted. "That's supposed to be for me, you know?"
"Then you finish it." Bruce suggested, handing the spoon back.
"Not going to spoon feed me?"
"In your dreams," Bruce laughed.
Five minutes later, and Joker was out for the count. Checking the steady pulse rate, and waiting another couple of minutes more just to be sure, Bruce gathered his guest into his arms.
"This," He predicted, "Is going to be fun…" But only for one of us
"So, Joker…" A familiar voice echoed out of the darkness. "Nice of you to finally join me…"
"Bats?" Blinking, Joker attempted to see where the Dark Knight was. It was pointless. The lighting was minimal, and the black suit blended perfectly with the darkness of the cave.
From his vantage point, Bruce could see the Joker working things out.
"How did I get here?" The madman eventually asked, "And…"
"And how come you're wearing the latest in restraint gear?" Batman asked wryly. "Oh, let's just say that I've been wanting a few words with you for some time, shall we?"
"What words would those be?" Joker asked warily, casting around for some hint of his captor. The thin hospital gown rustled with each movement.
Secretly Bruce grinned. "I'm sure that you'll figure it out, eventually," He stated, thoroughly enjoying playing his other role.
"How long do you plan to keep me here, hero?"
"Until I'm satisfied that our business is concluded." Bruce told him shamelessly. And I plan on being VERY satisfied this time around
"You're mad." Joker retorted.
Pot, kettle, much? Bruce kept that thought firmly to himself.
Stepping out of the shadows and taking up position just beside the Joker's ear, Bruce pitched his voice to be as menacing as possible. "That depends on your interpretation, doesn’t it?" He moved closer until they were almost touching. "Although you could be right," He added softly.
"Uhhh," Non-plussed, the Joker blinked and swallowed.
"No witty banter?" Bruce whispered, "No innuendo, no snappy come-backs?" He smiled as he remembered the prize concealed under the flimsy fabric. "I do hope you aren't going to disappoint me, Joker?"
"I'm not sure what you want," Joker wavered.
"No?" Bruce couldn’t resist a tease. "Sure?"
"No-ooo." The red eyes gleamed in the near-dark, as Joker visibly racked his brains for some clue.
"How's your memory?" Bruce prompted.
"Pretty good…"
"Then you'll know exactly what I'm talking about if I say that you had the pleasure of holding a certain billionaire captive a short while ago?" Bruce suggested. Pleasure being the operative part...
The effect on the other man was instantaneous.
"What do you know about that?" Joker gasped.
"Oh, I think you'll find that I know … everything." Bruce told him.
"What do you mean, everything?" The other man was sounding rattled.
"Harley has a very nasty temper, doesn’t she?" Bruce couldn’t resist a quick dig at the side-kick. "Overdosing someone isn't exactly fair, wouldn’t you say?"
"I didn’t tell her to do that!" Joker protested. "And I did everything I could to put it right again!"
"Oh, you certainly did put a lot of effort into the rescue," Bruce agreed, "But it was hardly the sort of treatment that Florence Nightingale would have approved of, was it?"
"He…" Joker bit down on whatever he was going to say, obviously realising that casting doubts on the natural leaning's of his previous captive was hardly going to endear him to an avenging Dark Knight…
"Yes?"
"Nothing!"
"Oh, it wasn’t nothing… was it?" Bruce leant in closer, until his breath was stirring the other man's hair. "No, it most definitely was something… the sort of something that makes a man sit very carefully for the next week or so."
"I didn’t hurt him!" The Joker blurted.
"You took advantage though…"
"Maybe? How do you know any of this anyway?" The red eyes held a hint of caution.
"I know everything that Bruce knows." Bruce told him, working overtime to keep any clue from his voice.
"What if I did have sex with him, he's a big boy, what's it got to do with you, Bats?" Joker countered.
"A consenting adult? There wasn’t a lot of consenting going on at first, was there?" Bruce countered. "So, why did you do it? Just tempted, or was there something more?"
"You're jealous because I fucked him!" The other man made the obvious, but totally wrong conclusion. "What's the matter, Bats? Won't he let you have him?"
That was so patently ridiculous that Bruce just had to laugh out loud. "If I wanted to do anything to Bruce Wayne, I would just do it," He told his captive with total honesty, "In fact, I could do anything at all to him…"
"Liar," Crimson lips spat the word out. "He's way too beautiful and popular to hang about with a techno-geek like you! I bet you spend all your time either dreaming up new gadgets or making them…"
"So, are you serious about him?" Bruce threw the question in almost randomly.
"What?"
"You think he's beautiful, that must mean that you're interested in him. Why? You don’t even know him."
"Not true! He's…"
"What?" Bruce had to ask.
"Listen," Joker sighed. "I don’t care if you believe me or not, but I spent months planning the abduction. I admit that at first it was purely for the money, but then as I kept looking in the papers; on the internet; TV coverage of the swanky do's, I started seeing the real man: the guy behind the pretty face."
"Go on."
"Bruce is looking for affection." Joker sighed. "But you'd know that, being so close to him, huh?"
"No comment."
"Yeah, figures that you'd say that. Let me tell you something, Bats, one guy to another, that little sweetie has it all – money, position, respect, adoring fans, but none of that is what he needs."
"So what do YOU think he needs?"
"Same as the rest of us. Another warm body, the chance to give up control for a while, love maybe…"
Astonished, Bruce stood there. How could anyone be able to read him so accurately, let alone Joker?
"Ah, hit a nerve did I? I know what it is to hide behind a smile, Bats," The arch criminal nodded. "The Batman has the armour, I've got this face, but Bruce Wayne hides just as effectively behind what people want to see… Our favourite rich boy may not usually let anyone get near enough to him to see how much he's hurting, but fever does strange things to a person, weakens the usual barriers…" He hesitated.
"What do you think you found out, Joker?" The man in the Bat suit had to know.
"I did mention about the effects of the gas," The other man said carefully, "but in at least one way the warning was already unnecessary…"
"In what way?" For a second, Bruce wavered.
"Getting an erection isn't exactly a subtle way of telling someone you're attracted to them." Joker waved a casual hand.
"So you were just trying to help, were you?" Bruce was suddenly scornful. Just sex then… But what else could it have been…
Nothing, that's what… Why would I even think otherwise…
"Helping myself, yes. A body like that? Wanting me? Begging for it? I'm no saint, and it was too good to resist." Joker shrugged.
All off a sudden, Bruce could practically feel the weight of that ruby stare despite the armour.
"At first I'd have been content with that, but I found myself falling for the man inside the skin…" Joker added.
"Romantic." Said as coldly as Bruce could manage. What IS going through that devious head?
"Not hardly, more like two mutual souls finding a little pleasure in a cruel world…" The red eyes gleamed. "A lot of pleasure, seeing as how we're being honest here." A quizzical eyebrow suddenly cocked at Bruce, "Or are we?"
"Meaning?"
"One of us is hiding something," Joker looked directly at him, "And it isn't me."
"You think you know something about ME?" Bruce demanded.
"Yep," The other man's eyes locked onto his. "Two people murdered in an alleyway, and a little boy who saw it all happen." Joker said softly.
"Hardly a secret, the murder of the Wayne's was in all the papers."
"And the bats? Does anyone else know about that?" Joker murmured. "Fuck me, Bruce, if you want to, any way you want to, but don’t shut me out."
Stunned, Bruce stood there, trying not to gape. "You knew…"
"Not until just now," The other man gave a long sigh. "You were so ill back at the hideout, I tried everything I could to just keep you alive, but the only thing that seemed to help was when I held you. It started me wondering about why someone who looked like you do, would be so touch starved… And then there were the scars…" Joker stretched slightly, easing the tension in his muscles, "You were hallucinating for a while, talking to Alfred. That old man must be quite a character… I was half hoping to meet him."
"I don’t think Alfred's ready for that."
"Who is?" Joker agreed. He cast a longing look toward Bruce. "I honestly never thought I'd ever find myself saying this, not to the Batman, but I'm so fucking hard that it hurts…"
"Really?" Now that was starting to sound intriguing.
"You look so good in that gear, especially since I know what's underneath it," Joker smiled gently. "I've been behaving myself nicely, haven't I?" He asked, "Don’t I deserve a treat?"
"You have been co-operating rather well," Bruce agreed, "Maybe I ought to reward you?" Slowly he ran a gloved hand along the Joker's bare thigh, stroking upward from knee to hip, fingers running lightly over the sensitive inner area.
"Oh please," Joker arched his back. "Please don’t tease me…"
"Wouldn’t dream of it," Bending, Bruce applied a little heat treatment to the affected area.
The lustful moan that burst out of the Joker's pale throat had the walls echoing. Neither man noticed.
Bats filled the cavern, squeaking and chittering. Rising to his full height, Bruce pressed his lips against those of his captive, sharing the rich taste with the Joker while leathery wings danced in the air around them.
Finally, silence closed back in on the pair, as the creatures returned to their roost and resumed their interrupted slumbers.
"Oh god…" Joker panted, when Bruce reluctantly released him from the lip lock. "Oh, god, I've never come so fast in my life, but seeing you there, in costume, doing that… I couldn’t," He was silenced as the Dark Knight leaned in again and licked a line straight across his mouth.
"Shush," Bruce told him, "Anyone ever told you that you talk too much?"
"Funnily enough, no." Joker smirked, "but you can have special dispensation to tell me anything you like… Any chance of getting out of these things soon?" He added hopefully. "Only my shoulders are starting to cramp."
"Can't have that, can we? I definitely don’t want you stiff there," Bruce deftly unfastened the restraining straps. "Might impair your performance…"
"Babe, with you motivating me like that, NOTHING is going to impair my performance long enough for it to matter." Joker promised.
"You still want to…" Bruce tailed off.
"Nothing I'd like better." The trademark grin was back. Less irritating now, and more endearing. "Just don’t feed me any more of that soup…"
"You seemed to like it well enough," Tugging off the cowl, Bruce raised an eyebrow.
"I did," His guest nodded, "But I'd hate to doze off now and miss anything." He cocked his head. "You had some too. How come you didn’t zone out, or did you?"
"You're not the only person who can cultivate immunity to certain things," Bruce told him archly, shedding the rest of the costume as he headed toward the lift. "Coming?" He turned, to find himself being admired.
"If you continue walking around naked like that in front of me, almost certainly," Joker admitted. "I don’t think I could ever get immune to seeing you…"
"Let's hope not anyway." Bruce grinned.
"Now that," Warm arms wrapped around him, "Was worth waiting for."
"What was?"
"You – looking happy."
"Oh," Bruce thought about that. "You like seeing me happy?"
"It's always been my mission in life to put a smile on every face," The Joker reminded him. "Although," He added. "It occurs to me that I'm going to have to rethink my methods. Since I don’t want you angry with me."
"That's nice," Bruce bestowed a lingering kiss on his clown as the lift ascended.
"So was that," Joker approved, as they stepped out into the house proper.
"I think my new ambition is to see what you look like when you come." Joker decided, as he followed Bruce along the corridor.
"You must have seen it already, surely?" Bruce couldn’t quite reconcile that with what he already knew. That earned him a solemn shake of the green dreadlocks.
"Not really, when we did it in the warehouse I mostly took you from behind," Joker reminded him, "upstairs earlier you had your mouth rather full – and the same again just now… Not that I'm complaining, you understand, just stating facts."
"Facts are good," Bruce agreed. He slid a roving hand down the sturdy body. "But fucks are better."
"You," An equally warm hand returned the favour, "Are naughty."
"I am?" Bruce asked, when his brain came back online.
"Yes, you shouldn’t be teasing me like that."
"How should I be teasing you then?" He was encouraged by a hearty laugh from his companion.
"You're corrupting me," Joker warned. "I'm going to have to go straight at this rate."
"Straight?" Bruce cast a glance at the other man's groin, and at his own, noting in passing that they were both at about the same stage.
Definitely no chance of either of us being straight, not based on the last few minutes anyway…
After the rest of this evening, if previous experience, which granted had been limited, but fun, was anything to go by, they would be lucky if either of them could even walk straight…
"Well, in a manner of speaking, oh hell!" Grabbing Bruce and lifting him up, Joker leant against the nearest wall. "Get your legs around my waist, my lovely," He said firmly. "And get ready for the ride of your life."
"What sort of ride?" Bruce found himself grinning again. "I like white water rafting myself." Hopefully you couldn’t get splinters from polished oak panelling, because it would be damn difficult to get them out of that particular area, and even worse if he had to enlist Alfred's assistance… Or explain it to him...
"There'll be white, and it'll be rapid, but there won't be a lot of water involved," His partner promised, starting to lightly probe him.
"You're so tight," Joker whispered. "I like that, but maybe this would be easier on you if we were in a bed?"
"Like the one in here?" Realising where they were, Bruce stretched out and turned the door knob, opening his bedroom door.
"Exactly!" The other man hesitated, "This is YOUR bed, isn't it?"
"They're ALL my bed…" Bruce reminded him. "But this is the room I usually sleep in."
"You weren’t thinking of doing a lot of sleeping in it tonight, were you?" Red eyes watched him seriously.
"Depends on how riveting your performance is, doesn’t it?" Bruce told him cheekily.
"Ooh, you are going to get it for that one…" Joker promised.
"Actually," Bruce took the initiative and kissed his clown into submission. "I was rather hoping that YOU might get it this time?"
"Tell you what," The other man pulled Bruce down gently on top of him. "I'll let you bottom from the top, how does that sound?"
"Confusing," Bruce admitted.
"Then let me show you," Warm arms and several minutes of passionate preparation persuaded Bruce that he could wait a while longer to try pitching rather than receiving, and it wasn’t very long before both of them got exactly what they really wanted…
From a point not too far away, a pair of alien eyes blinked in arousal.
"Wow…" Kal just about managed to stay balanced on the apex of the roof. Thankfully using the X-Ray vision usually kept the Heat vision at bay, because setting things alight tended to alert people to his presence. He was also incredibly glad that he hadn't decided to try and watch any of that while flying: staying in the air took a lot of concentration, and it would have been embarrassing to have to explain why he had crashed into anything.
Though maybe not as embarrassing as wearing a skin tight costume while sporting a rather obvious erection?
Satisfied that Bruce was not in any danger from the Joker – unless chafing counted, Kal turned his attention elsewhere. How was he going to get rid of his own not-so-little problem?
I wonder… Switching back to X-Ray vision, Kal took a good deep look into one particular building. Ah-hah!
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