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Black Diamonds	By : Triyune Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Batman nor the Joker and I don't make money from writing this fic. Lyrics by The Beatles/George Harrison; Nine Inch Nails/Trent Reznor; Depeche Mode/Martin Gore; Genesis; Madness; Wolfsheim

Chapter List
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Summary:
The Joker meets Bruce Wayne again who helps him discover new areas of that newly found rabbit hole.
However, this time, it's not all plain sailing.
Notes:
Credits: Lyrics of the song “Never let me down again” by Depeche Mode, written by Martin Gore.

Whiteout
Dear orgasm,
you might want to visit us again sometime!
Your friends,
J and Bruce

„Undress.“
That single word already sent a shiver down my spine. Things between us would never be the same ever again. After our previous meetings, I had accepted the fact that this man was the most interesting thing in my life right now and that if I denied that I’d be deprived of some of the most pleasant hours of my life. No backing out anymore.
I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
And I kept silence about it. Imagining the Batman or Bruce Wayne, it didn’t matter in the end, announcing to Johnny Onny, Jacky Dacky and the sort of guys that the Joker, their boss, was an anal whore who enjoyed getting fucked as violently as possible, didn’t exactly put me in a cheerful mood.
Me and him, silence. Agreed.
He repeated that word, impatiently, and I did as he told me and made sure to do it as slowly and teasingly as possible. Wayne sat in his chair by the commode and watched me, arms crossed.
I never had considered my body beautiful. Average, rather. And the fact that I had been dipped in white hadn’t served to heighten my body awareness at all. I was a walking parody of beauty, in fact. Always, I strived to hide as much of it as possible, wearing gloves and even spats over the socks; hats to cover my hair, occasionally, when I felt really bad about it all.
Yet, that man had looked at my body in a way I hadn’t expected or ever counted on. He treated me with respect, even when he hurt me. That was a grotesque thing, but I could feel the care even when he damaged my body. During the last month, my perception had changed slightly. I accepted the fact that in his eyes, I was beautiful and slowly, I learned to feel that way about me as well. He was my cure.
I hope he never lets me down again
When I dropped the pants his eyes immediately fell to my crotch. I enjoyed it very much to be capable of drawing such interest to me. When the shoes and socks were gone as well I stood there, waiting for more instructions. He took the time to savour the sight, then he told me to lie down.
He knows where he's taking me
Taking me where I want to be
The bed behind me was huge; the blanket, sheets and pillows black.
He got up and approached me. I was curious as to what would happen next. He took a black scarf out of the back pocket and blindfolded me. My world went black and instantly, I felt afraid, but I did my best to not show it. However, it did show. My dick shrivelled to the size of a dried pear. Paralyzed, unable to move, I waited for what would happen next.
My wrists were taken and a rope wound around them. When he pulled on the ropes I had to comply, spreading them. He did the same with my legs and spread-eagled me.
My heart was racing since a kind of existential angst had taken over and I was breathing through my mouth, unable to hide my insecurity anymore.
The mattress moved and something touched me on my belly. I jerked, immediately feeling embarrassed at that. Still, I wasn’t used to touch and in this situation, it rather freaked the living hells out of me.
His hand touched my inner thigh and my reaction was the same, this time just more vividly.
“Don’t be so tense”
Whispered into my ear. That low voice. It only served to make me blush in embarrassment. I was utterly at his mercy, unable to see and move and defend myself, forced to take what he gave me.
I turned my head away and pulled at the rope, feeling the strong urge to free my arms and get out of that vulnerable position.
The mattress moved again and I heard him leaving the room. Those moments of silence turned out to be one single pool of horror. Had I angered him with my reactions? Had I disappointed him? Had he glimpsed something which I didn’t even know of and could even less know of, now, that I was blind?
I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
He returned and one moment later I had something between my lips. I knew that scent. Boldly, he held my nose and I had to inhale through my mouth. When I had done so he removed it and the sizzling sound told me that he took a drag as well.
The next time he stuck it between my lips he didn’t hold my nose anymore and I did it deliberately. Three more times, then he left the room again only to come back a minute later.
We're flying high
We're watching the world pass us by
During that minute, I felt warmth spreading again. The blackness in front of my eyes grew and felt heavy. I was just diving into the universe, feeling black diamonds materializing and dissolving again. The fear left me and I could breathe freely.
When I heard his footsteps a joyful anticipation claimed my mind and my nipples grew hard. He really knew how to handle me and he made me learn about myself.
“Better?”
The word merged with his lips as they closed around mine. Full and luscious flesh caressed my mouth and his tongue gently explored my cavern. I let it happen, getting lost in his closeness. The pain I felt at him pinching my nipple made me gasp into his mouth. He let go and brushed over my chest and flank, drawing a rippled moan of pleasure from me. I would just come from his touch, so I feared.
Fingers pushed through my lips and collected spittle. It was spread on my dick and he gave me a few strokes which made it grow immediately. His fingers slid over my balls, then they left, together with him.
Silence. Growing anticipation, craving and impatience.
Something hard pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth. The ball gag pushed past my lips and was fastened behind my head. Unwillingly, I pulled at the ropes again, falling the victim to a fit of thrill and fear again.
I could feel his breath on my face; he must have been close to me, looking at me, enjoying my confusion. Even if I had been able to talk I wouldn’t have managed to say something or give the slightest sound.
“Love you”
Two words, whispered into my ear.
Two words which caused a pang in my guts.
Two words which changed the world.
Two words which freed my soul.
Two words I would never forget.
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground
And then, horror shot through my veins. Earplugs, one after the other, were placed inside my ears. I tried to shake my head and keep him from that, but he violently pushed my head against the headboard, nipping all attempts of resistance in the bud.
My muscles started twitching and I clenched my fists, feeling the rope cutting my flesh. My breath came in fits and I was torn between panic and excitement. A high sound was ringing in my ears, but other than that, it was completely silent. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t hear. Hot panic benumbed me.
His fingers touched my belly again and I reflexively jerked, muscles tensed from the thrill. I clearly saw him in front of my eyes, his eyes drunken with lust and power. Suddenly, euphoria kicked in and I gave a muffled sound of arousal. With my eyes blind, my mouth silent and my ears deaf I felt his touch doubly as intensely, one second of contact stretching to eternity.
Cold leather lay down on my chest and I was lifted into the air and laid down again; leather placed on my back as well. I felt him working on something on my chest and then it went tight.
Tighter.
And even tighter.
My breathing was restricted and I panicked again. He quickly reacted to that by kissing my upper lip and caressing my flanks, pulling me out of the dark and back to him.
I could hear myself breathing; loudly and fitfully, trying to accommodate myself to that sensation. His hands moved towards my pubes and I focused on his touch again, finally understanding the logic of these restrictions. He was in control, telling me what to see, what to hear, how to breathe and what to feel.
I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
The need to touch him was unbearable. I made a desperate sound and pulled on the ropes for the hundredth time, feeling the thin strings cutting into my skin even deeper. He could have taken thicker ropes but I knew that he was using these on purpose, giving me just another bit of hell.
His tongue touched my belly and I threw back my head, moaning around the gag. He circled my navel and then went on with kissing my skin until he switched to violent sucking and biting. His hands were resting on my sides, grabbing my skin and tearing it apart.
Too much. Despite that sensory deprivation I felt a load of images, sensations and feelings raining down on me, taking me to spheres I never had glimpsed in my life before.
Silence, blackness and my limited breathing only served to heighten the impact of his actions.
My arousal had grown to an unbearable extent and I was struggling for air, my body demanding more oxygen to deal with the situation appropriately, but he denied me that. I started to feel lightheaded and the world took an unexpected turn. My attention centred around my genitals; I just wanted to be touched there, by him. Nothing else mattered anymore, no restrictions, no fears, no me anymore. I had become pleasurably fragmented, existing only in that small spot of my hard cock. I could feel it resting on my stomach by now.
Please.
I hope he never lets me down again
The tip of his tongue touched my tip. I let go and let my body do what it needed to do, shoving my self aside and switching to a primitive and most original mode, free of thoughts, free of fear, free of pain.
Just there, please…
His tongue circled my glans and I watched him with deepest pleasure. His hair was covering his eyes and his cheeks were tinged in red from excitement as well.
Then, his lips closed over it. I arched up into the air, moaning loudly, spilling my mind freely in that small area of these few cubic centimetres of manifested desire. His hand cupped my balls lightly and my dick twitched, escaping from his mouth.
His breath hit my tip and he stretched the moment to the maximum, lightly touching the skin with his tongue from time to time, teasing the living daylights out of me.
And then, pain took over. He bit my inner thigh so hard that the pain poured from my nose, the lightheadedness worsening. At the same time, I was begging for him to stop and begging for more. It was always about this sick wish to stop and carry on simultaneously which gave me the thrills.
Yet, he did stop and left.
I gave an angry growl, now being left alone in the middle of divine dissolution.
However, soon, he returned and sat down between my legs.
Cold metal made me gasp. My balls were pulled away from my body and something clicked. He let go of them but they didn’t move up to their original position at all. Cold, heavy metal kept them from my body. The sensation almost sent me over the edge.
He gave me a few minutes to get used it and to pull myself together so I wouldn’t just come at him touching my belly again.
A ring of metal closed around my aching dick and sent me into Nirvana. I was so terribly hard already, yet, he had given me a cock ring to make it all worse again. I protested by violently pulling on the strings and writhing in a mix of pleasure and pain.
One earplug was removed and the gag was taken from my mouth; yet, I couldn’t breathe freely because the strap was still wrapped around my chest.
“What do you want?”
The words took some time to seep into my brain. A bubble of defiance and glee welled up inside me. Smirking, I replied breathlessly: “A glass of water.”
It was silent then. Without a further word, he left the room.
When he came back I really thought I’d get what I had asked for. And indeed, I got it.
Cold water hit my stomach, splashes hitting my cheeks even.
I cried out in shock but hurried to calm down, seeing golden spots in front of my eyes already.
Promises me I'm safe as houses
As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers
“Anything else?”
Well, that had backfired.
“Cold,” I pronounced with chattering teeth, my muscles twitching randomly.
He left again. Whenever he did that I became painfully aware of my situation again.
Hotness hit my chest and I wound myself in pain. More drops of hot wax hit my stomach and I struggled for air, the sensations overwhelming me. Then, I started to hyperventilate. I couldn’t help it. Desperately, I sucked in the air and kept it there. Writhing in utmost despair, I felt close to losing consciousness and just about in time he loosened the strap around my ribcage.
I bent forward as much as possible, wheezing and shaking. Fingers closed around my glans and I fell back into the sheets again, helplessly overcome with pleasure.
With his other hand, he removed the second earplug and took away the scarf.
The sight made me freeze.
Shiny blue eyes, full of lust, glared at me. His hair was wet, sticking to his skin, his mouth slightly open, inviting me in. He was naked; his erection pressed against his stomach as well.
When I finally managed to look down I felt that pang in my guts again. The sight of my dick and balls framed by shiny metal made me fall into worship.
He grabbed a handful of flesh and squeezed, drawing my attention to my body again, but I couldn’t avert my eyes. I had never seen him like that. Each time we ran into each other brought me a set of insights and surprises.
Driven by nothing else but lust, he still glared at me, waiting for me to settle down but I couldn’t. He was breathing heavily, his ribcage moving and suddenly drawing all attention to it. I had never looked at his nipples at all and now, they caught every and all of my attention. Immediately, images of me licking and sucking them tore at my mind, circling them with my tongue and just then, I felt the solid metal getting uncomfortable. I shifted a little in sour trouble, helplessly looking at him, lost in things which just tore me apart, to the left, to the right, to nowheres.
He laughed; a loud shattering sound filled my ears which had gone without the slightest hint at reality for so long and now they couldn’t bear it, thus. I pressed my head against the pillow and merged with it, feeling my head melting and floating into the cotton feathers. Quite a new feeling.
While I was busy sorting out my limbs and the accurate nerve ends which needed to be triggered correctly, he engulfed my dick, wholly, without gagging.
“Shit,” I pressed forth and disappeared in the pillow cotton worlds, both ends of it closing above me, veiling me in whiteness. A whiteout.
His nipples came to my mind again, where had they been? They had been there and suddenly, I-
When he circled my glans I gasped for air, feeling a sweet kind of electricity seizing my entire body and making me twitch uncoordinatedly.
I hope he never lets me down again
Desperately, I reached out, reaching into nowhere land since I still couldn’t see anything. Well, by now, I suspected him holding the pillow against my face anyway, he himself. I could not have manoeuvred myself into this awkward position. No, right?
My balls bounced out of the metal ring when he opened it, at least it felt like that. Waking and aching, they unfolded again, I could even feel them moving. And he did the worst thing in the world then, fully knowingly: He squeezed them tightly. The pain that embrace unleashed sent me into orgasm.
I released a scream of ecstasy into the soft white and unloaded. Everything shut down around me but that one spot in front of me and sheer bliss rippled through my body. The bliss mingled with pain and I rode the wave a little longer, eager to stretch it to an unhealthy point. He helped me with that by fervently pumping my dick and swallowing all that I gave. His face appeared in my mind and with a last, desperate groan I turned to the side, shaking.
The cotton was taken from me and cold air tickled my skin. Every single strand of my hair seemed like having gathered in front of my eyes and I still couldn’t see anything.
A tender swipe moved them to the side and he appeared, gleefully smirking at me.
“I love that look,” he cooed and gave my dick one last squeeze. I gave him what he wanted to see, closing my eyes and producing a short, deep moan which aimed at soothing the aching spots.
He looked ready to come, more ready to come than possible. Tenderly, cotton woolly bliss lay down on me and spread everywhere. Warmth and an agreeable feeling flooded me.
The warm urine welled from my dick like the wells in the ancient Gardens of Semiramis, streaming down his fingers and my thighs.
When I realized that I was just peeing myself I sat up as much as I could and hoped to see my dick dryly retreating and nothing else.
But reality wasn’t as kind to me.
That man that claimed to accept me the way I just was was lying on the bed; roaring laughter shattering my ego.
‘I just tried to see how far I could go’ wouldn’t be a good quote right now and I pushed it aside, trying to reanimate my dying ego in other ways. When I had found a promising thought I clung to it and repeated it: I am the Joker, I can do anything I just please.
At first, it sounded like a sorry excuse, then it assumed the shape of an acceptable lie and finally, it was the perfect explanation.
Defiantly, I looked at him, waiting for him to meet with my eyes.
Yet, when he did and noticed that look in my eyes he went silent, his muscles cramping up due to a wave of laughter which was just too much than to be released at once, his diaphragm protesting. He had his mouth opened wide, his eyes tightly shut, silently pressing his head against the sheets. He finally inhaled long and loudly and then he burst into side-splitting laughter.
I had never minded the tragic side of my own jokes when I was up for some nonsense, wearing two guns, one of them real and one of them a BANGy joke and finally grabbing the joke gun and killing him with that plastic flag. I aimed to cause laughter, just no one ever laughed at my jokes. And now that I had one laughing I disapproved of it. Well, because it hadn’t been a joke at all.
The liquid turned cold. I thought him capable of letting me sit in my pee for at least an hour before he’d have mercy with me.
When he was done he sat up, drying his eyes with the sheets. With slightly lifted eyebrows, I glared at him, trying to put as much toughness into that look as possible. He pinched the brick of his nose and abruptly froze.
That served him right. He had not wiped his fingers clean and it hadn’t dried as fast as he had hoped for.
“Taking quite the piss out of me, eh?” I snarled, fully being aware of the funny side of it. If I cracked a joke about my miserable state before he could do so he wouldn’t be able to take all the credit for his next joke.
“You just peed on my parade, in fact,” he repeated with a more serious voice than he was supposed to.
I tugged at the ropes, for a change, which drew his eyes to them. He straddled my legs and took my heels to lift them up.
But something else happened.
With a loud noise, the huge doors hit the wall, both of us jerked und felt our hearts leaving our bodies in shock at hearing someone entering the room.
“Master Bruce?!” a low, loud voice of doom echoed through the room.
Said Master froze, with pupils as tiny as pins. I had no other choice, still tied to the bed, than to do the same.
“What..the..heck,” he yelled, pronouncing every word so slowly that it made the feeling of guilt a hundred times worse, “is happening here?!”
Never let me down
He had arrived by the bed now, yet, he didn’t dare to confront both of us with his angry person since he stopped behind Master Bruce, who was looking at me in a mixture of amusement and panic.
“What in...” the Butler peered over his Master’s shoulder and saw me, “God’s name...good lord...Master Bruce...”
Then, he saw his hard-on.
“GOOD LORD, MASTER BRUCE!” he exclaimed and took a step back.
Master Bruce’s face slipped and he tried hard to choke the laughter. My heels slid from his hands and I hurried to get my legs together to hide what could be hidden from that old chum.
“What in-“
“Will you stop now, you old hag?! I’m not a child anymore that must be watched!” his Master yelled back at him, clumsily descending from the bed and then finally planting himself in front of him.
Alfred looked up and down his body, but just with his eyes.
“Master Bruce, may I remind you that this is the JOKER?!”
“So what?” I interjected casually, being highly amused at him pointing out rather my nature than his Master’s sexuality.
“Can’t I be gay?” I continued to tease the couple.
I could feel the anger pulsing through his veins and I could feel Bruce Wayne pressing his teeth together so hard that they’d still hear the echo in the 6th dimension.
“It’s not about you, you frigging-“
“Alfred!”
“You come to his defence, Master Bruce?”
The butler was shaking with anger.
“I thought you were with Miss Miglet, doing your veterans meeting,” Master Bruce tried to distract him. But the butler didn’t fall for it.
“Whose idea was that, huh, boy, I bet it was his, ain’t I right? What did he do to get you around? Not enough that he knows your identity, no, you are obviously taking great delight in this man’s depravedness! What does that make you?! Oh Master Bruce, if your parents knew...”
“Don’t you dare bring my parents up!”
“But really, Master Bruce, this is just in-“
“Hell, will you get out of here now?!”
Both were yelling at each other by now and I was still rotting in my piss. At worst, they’d forget that I was still here and would let me perish there till morning.
“And that? Ya smoked weed again, boy? What did I tell you about-“
“ENOUGH!!!” his voice almost sent him flying through the room.
I pursed my lips in false shame and real embarrassment. Wrong place, wrong time.
Bruce Wayne’s erection bobbed up and down as he was gesticulating with all his body could just offer for gesticulation.
“I’m not disappointed,” the butler continued with a shark voice, “I just wonder-“
“You don’t have to wonder about anything! Leave us alone now!”
The butler gave him a ‘we will talk later’ look and then left, closing the doors behind him.
“Joke’s on you,” I commented, bringing him to erupt in a look which could have killed me, had he just looked at me for longer than a few seconds.
“But I can understand that poor guy,” I continued, grinding his gears, “when his Master makes around with a madman clown that has even pissed himself, HA”
A loud laugh escaped me before I was silenced by a kick into my side.
“YOU!!!”
“Well, in fact,” I groaned, “I came at your invitation, you know...”
I loved to fan the flames of anger and I succeeded, having him huffing and puffing until he just turned around and left, slamming the doors shut behind him. His ass was just so beautiful.
Well done.
I was left to rot in my pee till tomorrow morning.
See the stars, they're shining bright
Joke’s on me. Sighing, I tugged at the ropes again.
“WAYNE!!! GODDAMNIT, YOU ASSHOLE, UNTIE ME!!!”
I shouted as loudly as I could, my voice cracking and making me cough in anger and helplessness. Never would I have thought that one of my encounters with the dark knight would end like this, tied to an antique bed with post-orgasmic piss all over.
“You coward...” I added, still coughing.
I heard them yelling through the door. The thought of visiting Wayne again sometime soon made me smirk again. Surely, I was up for some fun, now that the joke was out of the bag.
“We had a fight and he just attacked me so I tied him up! What do you expect from me when I’m high, Alfred!”
I burst into laughter but hurried to calm down again, eager to not miss one single word of this delicate talk.
“Certainly more than this, Master Bruce, and I told you not to ever toke again! And will you now throw him out of ‘ere, will ya!”
“Just do it yourself if you please. It’s none of my problems or business.”
“Master Bruce!”
“Go fuck your ‘Master Bruce’, I’ll go to sleep now, I’ve already had more than I am willing to take tonight anyway. G’night, Al.”
Fucker. Liar. But a good one.
“WAYNE!!!” I screamed once again.
“SHUT UP!!!” I heard it wavering through the door.
Feeling myself being part of a little déjà-vu, I decided to play along.
“I’M COLD! AND PEE PEE PISSING!”
“FUCK YOU!!!” I heard it shattering across the entire mansion.
Laughing, I closed my eyes and waited for the dumb old butler to cut me free, with greatest displeasure.
To my own displeasure, he never came and I spent the night there, tied up, wet, stinking.
Served me right if I trusted in Bruce Wayne. What a traitor. But I would have done the same, had Harl ever caught me screwing the Bat, so I couldn’t really be mad at him.
I’d just note it down under the header ‘Awfully funny tales of a man with red lips’. Or ‘Too funny for words, see the pictures’.
Eventually, I fell into a fitful sleep, dreaming and waking and confusing both states, dreaming of lying here on that bed and consciously lying there and dreaming until the sun set.
In the morning, the butler tended to my needs with the most sour face I had ever seen. Muttering curses and Cockney slang words I didn’t understand, he cut through the ropes and my arms fell down, totally numb by now.
“...holy moddr...”
Eventually, I did understand something. My clothes were thrown into my face and gone was he again. It was going to be a long way out of this, not just out of this mansion. And by now, I doubted that I’d ever see Mr. Wayne again, if not on the other side of some window pane of his Wayne towers. I had gotten used to it. Strangely enough, I didn’t really feel bad for coming to him anymore. It had just gotten natural by now and just now, when we were about to have fun that old asshole peed on our parade. I wished him dead. I should’ve killed him back then. But maybe that would have kept me from meeting him.
I stumbled down the corridor, holding my pants, hoping to catch a last glimpse of Bruce Wayne. My legs and my arms hurt terribly from the long lack of blood and oxygen; every move hurt like hell and left my muscles stinging and aching. Though, I hurried to get to the door since I felt that old idiot staring at me with that knife in his hand still and I was sure he wouldn’t hesitate to stab me would I consider slowing down and looking for his dear Master.
By the way, dear Master didn’t let him be seen at all and I took it personally.
Ashamed by having been exposed to that idiot and annoyed at that man dropping me like a hot stone, I looked down on the floor, my cheeks burning. Yes, I enjoyed these feelings because I hadn’t been sensing that for years anymore, neither embarrassment nor such anger. It made me feel alive, even though those were negative feelings.
When I had made it to the front door I finally escaped and left that idiot behind. Maybe things would need some time to calm down again. Some day, it would all be water under the bridge.
However, I wasn’t sure whether I’d be able to resist him for so long. After all, the last thing I had seen of him was his delicious crotch, swollen to an agreeable size. Or well, no, it had been his unstretched ass. Those images wouldn’t leave me anymore. I wondered how he had gotten rid of his hard-on.
Craving and fear took their turns as I walked down that road leading away from Wayne Manor. The fear that I wouldn’t see him again grew until it turned into almost absolute certainty.
I knew that if the butler didn’t want me around I’d never set foot on that ground ever again. If he just had showed himself to me for another time and I could have read his face to know what he thinks about that...but he had kept himself concealed. I didn’t know whether I could or should take that as a sign of rebuff. Anyway, I was so angry at myself for falling for him so totally and so sad at the same time, barely able to catch a more positive thought.
I looked up at the sky. Clouded. Discouraged, I stopped.
Why had I spent all those years fighting him when I just could have loved him.
Absurd ideas came to my mind how to keep meeting him, some of them being about skin transplantations and other surgeries; however, I lost all hope for that.
After the gathering comes the scattering.
Everything's alright tonight
And suddenly, it didn’t matter anymore that I was soiled, hungry, tired and reeking of piss. Sighing, I sat down on the street, right in the middle of it. Within a few weeks, he had taken me, claimed me and crowned himself the king of my little kingdom. How had he managed to get so close, to invade my world and turn it upside down? The contrary feeling of that euphoria I had experienced just yesterday fell down on me like a hammer on a nail. I had to get away from him. I had to get him out of my head, out of my life again.
Determined to ban him from anything related to myself, I got up and continued walking.
Five minutes later I painfully became aware of the fact that all my thoughts were poisoned by his presence. When I tried to think up a plan to rob a bank yet again he showed up after the first few moments already.
I walked home with a head full of batshit. There, I got rid of my clothes and took a shower, again haunted by him. It felt so good when he touched me, so good when he sucked me off, so good when he looked at me. Desperately, I jerked off, swearing to myself that it would be the last time. It felt so good when he just looked at me.
Exhausted, I sank to the floor, letting the water flow down my face. I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. I had to get him out of my head, out of my life.
However, that wasn’t possible. By now, we were so inseparable, not just as two gay men but also as our other identities of the Batman and the Joker that there was only one way how to escape him. Not reasonable, but workable.
The only way to do that was killing myself.
It would take time. Preparations and patience and maybe I would realize that there was another solution as well but with him having ditched me and still haunting me in my daydreams I currently saw no other way how to escape him.
Besides, I would make his worst nightmare come true and I would return the favour and the pain; just that pain he had dealt me yesterday. He still felt responsible for what I looked like now and for the life I was wasting, according to him. Had he grabbed my hand everything would have been different, he thought so.
Maybe.
If I killed myself he’d lose. And the pain I felt now at having been left turned into a sweet one when I thought of his future sorrow.
I opened my eyes and looked up, struck by a sudden idea.
I wouldn’t kill myself. Where was the fun in that?
I’d pretend to kill myself.
Right in front of his eyes.
Smirking, I looked down again, my head already filling up with pleasant possibilities and delightful options.
Feeling some strength returning to me, I got up and turned off the water.
That was going to be fun.

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