The Joke's On Batman | By : kgemeni Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter 5
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"Armor. How typical. Like you're going into war." The Joker found the small panel that attached the armor to Batman's body and released the chest plate with a click. He carefully took it off and dropped it on the floor. "Oooh." He stared at Batman's muscled torso. "You're built."
Batman felt bile in his throat.
The Joker removed his cape, and then his gloves, leaving him feeling exposed and defenseless. The sensation was only increased when The Joker took away his utility belt. Live, Batman told himself. I want to live. He swallowed and said nothing. The acid taste in his mouth was stronger.
The Joker walked around him appraisingly. He grinned and whistled inappropriately. "Nice ass." The clown giggled. "I bet it's never been touched." He bit down on his own hand to keep from cackling.
The Joker made him take his spandex-weave protective shirt off. He stood there, feeling The Joker's hungry gaze on his bare upper body. He was no longer Batman, but only Bruce Wayne. He was robbed of his power, a man in half a costume locked up with a madman in the back of an abandoned warehouse.
The Joker's expertly tailored straight-leg slacks were marred by a bulge lying under his belt. "Oh, Batman. I never imagined you would be this delicious."
He walked forward and wrapped his arms around Bruce, kissing his neck. His hands wandered down Bruce's muscular back. He forced Bruce to the floor and climbed on top of him. The Joker ground his erection into Bruce's groin.
Bruce was mentally retreating, silently chanting his old meditation mantras and trying to separate his mind from his body. He didn't want to feel what was in store for him.
"Feel that?" The Joker asked breathlessly. "That's how much I like you. You like me, don't you?" He took Bruce's hand and forced him to touch the bulge in his pants. Bruce took his hand away.
The Joker licked a trail from Bruce's collarbone up to his lips and kissed him, sucking on his lips and taking his tongue into his mouth. The Joker's hands wandered up and down Bruce's chest. They found his nipples and began rubbing them, carressing them so softly it caused flashes of heat in Bruce's nerves.
Bruce closed his eyes, calling more strongly to the meditation exercises, trying to keep them in his mind.
The Joker rubbed himself against the caped crusader's body, purring. "You're mine now."
Bruce tried harder, blocking out the words. He could feel his body responding, but the sensations were far away. Take my body. Don't take me.
The Joker took off his jacket, shirt, and tie. He tossed them away from them impatiently, exposing his pale, smooth body. He was very thin, but his bones did not show as horrifically as Bruce had supposed they would. He was very delicate in appearance. A finely crafted ceature of death.
The clown's breath was hot on Bruce's skin. The Joker bent down, sliding lower, grinning his cheshire grin. His hand snaked over Bruce's stomach and gently squeezed his groin. "Ah," he breathed. "So Batsy's excited too."
"No," Bruce whispered. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter.
"No?" The Joker laughed huskily and placed his hot, wet mouth on Bruce's chest. He sucked and licked his way to one of Bruce's nipples, taking it into his mouth. He traced his tongue around the shape of it, sucked the hardening bead of flesh, nibbled it. He licked Bruce's hard, toned pectoral and circled the dark, flat areola. He could feel his victim getting hotter and hotter to the touch. He flicked Bruce's hardened nipple with his tongue, retreated for one long, panting moment, and did it again. A giggle lodged deep in his throat, he waited with the eyes of a predator and repeated his torture. Squirm. Squirm, Batsy, squirm. Show me how much you like it.
"Do it." Bruce gritted his teeth and turned his head away. "Do it." He could not wall out those sensations much longer. If The Joker didn't rape him now, he would be pulled back to the hell of earthly sensations with no chance of escape.
"Uh-uh-uh," The Joker admonished. "Not yet. Wait your turn for my dick to investigate." He giggled and then threw back his head, laughing at the top of his lungs. He slid his hand under Batman's tights and ran his hand down his hardening member.
Bruce bucked in shock, trying to throw The Joker off. "No more. No more. Please. End this now."
The Joker brought his face so close to Bruce's that Bruce could feel breath on his face. "No."
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