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Ashes, Ashes	By : JaneKrahe Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 6446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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~Just a sidebar, kiddos: I wrote most of this chapter with the two of them together, not from seperate perspectives, because it was such an intimate thing, I didn't want either of them to seem disconnected. So, in case you were wondering, I did it on purpose, and as you'll see, I go back to my old style at the end. Enjoy!~

Barbara released a slow, long breath. There. It was done. She’d sold herself for her freedom - though she wasn’t even sure of that word’s meaning anymore. Now she would get to go home - and perhaps rid herself of this morbid fascination with a painted, scarred man. She looked up at him. He seemed unable to catch his breath. “So,” she prompted. “What now?”

Joker wasn’t sure. He hadn’t thought much past the question. “Do I look like a man with a plan?” he asked, trying to sound sarcastic. He knew he’d failed, however, when Barbara smiled knowingly.

“I suppose… we should go back to your room,” she said. Then, she turned, and walked away, knowing, *hoping*, that he would follow.

And, of course, he did.

They reached Joker’s room, quickly, and on a whim, he held the door open for her. She smiled at him, and he wondered if he’d ever learn to breath properly again. She walked in and sat on the edge of his bed.

Joker was unsure of how to proceed. He was out of practice.

Barbara, watching him, had a sudden thought. If he was a real man, as she’d finally realized earlier, then surely he had a name? “What’s your name?” she asked.

Joker froze. Should he tell her? He never used his name, because he hated how he’d gotten it, hated the man who’d given to him. But, then again, that man was dead, and the name belonged to him alone now. “Eh -” Joker’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Eric. My name is Eric.”

Barbara smiled, looking down at her hands. “Eric,” she repeated. She liked that name. It was so… human.

Joker strode to her, and dropped to his knees. “Say it again,” he demanded, his voice shaking. She raised her head and looked him in the eyes.

“Eric,” she said.

“Again,” he growled.

“Eric.”

He grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, sliding off the bed onto her knees with him. He released his grip on her hair and slid his hands down her back, and around her waist. Barbara began to undo the buttons on his vest. Soon, she slipped it off his shoulders. She loosed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. Underneath, he was wearing a white t-shirt. Seeing it, she laughed. “Why are you wearing so many layers?” she asked. “It makes taking your clothes off very tedious.”

He shrugged. “It never occurred to me. I mean… a woman’s never taken my clothes off before.” Until that moment, Joker had never admitted that to anyone.

“Really?” Barbara’s voice was quite, but try as he might, Joker couldn’t hear the slightest bit of pity in it. That was good. He wasn’t sure he could handle pity.

They were quite for several moments. Then, Joker said, “Get up on the bed.”

“Why?” Barbara asked, just to be snarky.

He raised his eyebrows at her. “Because I told you to.”

She grinned. She laid down on the bed as Joker removed the last of his upper layers. He stood above her, his chest bare. He pulled a switchblade out of his pocket, and pressed the button. The knife flicked out, and he glanced at her. He could see no fear in her eyes. He got on the bed and leaned over her. He brought the blade to his own thumb, pressing the tip into his skin. Blood welled from the small wound, and he brought it to her lips.

Barbara opened her mouth, and he placed his thumb on her tongue. Blood didn’t taste the way she thought it would. It was thick, and coppery, but sweet at the same time, and so hot it almost burned. She sucked the blood off his thumb, and leaned down and kissed her again, slowly this time, savoring the taste of his blood in her mouth. He tossed the knife off the bed and lowered himself down on top of her, loving the feel of her body underneath his.

Barbara let her hands wander over his chest, just as scarred as the rest of him. It was smooth, despite the scars, and she could see the wiry muscles moving beneath his skin. He sat up suddenly, pulling her up with him. She was about to ask why, when his hands went to the zipper on her dress and began sliding it down. He slipped the straps down off her shoulders, revealing the violet bra. She stood, unsteady on the bed, and took the dress off. As she stood, he slipped the leggings down off her legs.

Soon, Barbara stood in nothing but her underwear.

Joker saw the bruise on her hip, framed by deep bite marks. He smiled slightly, running a finger across it. She shivered. He looked up at her. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice a strange, husky growl he’d never heard from himself before.

She shook her head. “No.” Barbara dropped back down to the bed. “Your turn,” she said.

Joker was confused. “‘My turn’ for what?”

Barbara took him by the shoulders and shoved him onto his back. She went on her hands and knees above him. Then, she slid a hand down his chest, to his belt. She watched his expression as she began to unclasp it, then the button and zipper on his slacks. She slid them down his hips. He had a look on his face that was almost agony. Finally, his pants were gone, leaving only a very tight pair of green boxer-briefs, made tighter by his obvious arousal.

Quite soon, they both lost what was left of their clothes. Joker was stunned at Barbara’s beauty.

Barbara was equally stunned, but wasn’t going to let Joker know that. Somehow, she’d never expected him to be so… normal. All she wanted to do in that moment was taste him. So, with him still on his back, she leaned over and wrapped her hand around the base of him. He was about eight inches long, and so wide it seemed unnatural. She lowered her lips over the tip of him. Joker’s back arched immediately, his hand tangling itself in her hair. She took more of him in, watching as he writhed. She managed to swallow most of him, but it was a challenge. She came back up for air, then did it again, shallower this time. She sucked, listening to him moan. She trailed her tongue down his length, and up again. She wrapped her mouth around him and sucked again, this time grazing him with her teeth.

Joker cried out, his voice ragged. “Stop!”

She released him and sat up. “Why?” she asked with mock innocence.

He looked at her and laughed. Then, before she could react, he grabbed her, and threw her onto her back. He descended on her , catching her mouth with his own. Then, Joker’s hands went to her thighs. He pulled them up around his hips. Barbara could feel him, pressing against her, and it excited her, not just because of what they were about to do, but because she knew it would hurt.

She wanted it to hurt.

Joker couldn’t wait anymore. With one, fluid roll of his hips, he thrust himself inside her. He heard her gasp in his ear, and her nails raked his back, and he loved every second of it. He began moving, slowly at first, then faster, her voice in his ear urging him on, driving him crazy. She kissed him again, and he bit her lip, her blood seeping into his mouth. His mouth moved lower, to her breasts like pale, ripe fruits, bouncing in time with his thrusts. He placed a hand on her breast, gripping it, squeezing it so tightly he knew it hurt, but she didn’t stop him. In fact, she growled in his ear, “Harder,” and he obliged, sucking on her nipple, not-so-gently nibbling it.

He released her breast and kissed her mouth again. Her breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. She came suddenly, convulsing around him, surprising him. At the height of her climax, she gasped, “Eric!” and it was more than he could take. The sound of his name cried out in lust drove him over the edge, and he came as well, shuddering with the intensity of it.

Once it was over, they broke apart, both trying to catch their breaths. Joker lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he had died. And if he had, wondering why they had allowed him into heaven, for surely he was there, even though he didn’t deserve it.

Barbara lay there, wondering where he had learned everything. She’d had sex before, but it had never been like that. One orgasm, and she weak and floppy. Was she an amateur? Come on, now. She was Barbara-fucking-Gordon, emphasis on the “fucking”. She turned to face him. “Joker?” she said. He didn’t seem to hear her. “Joker?” she tried again. No response. “Eric?”

He jumped slightly, and turned to look at her. “Yes?”

She smiled, and felt his heart break. “Not out for the count yet, are you?”

He laughed, and he grinned wolfishly at her. “How can I be? I haven’t even broken out the chains yet.”

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Seven hours they were in that bed together. For seven hours they tested each other’s limits, both for pleasure and pain, until finally they collapsed, glistening with sweat, exhausted and satisfied. They fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Joker awoke sometime around noon. He didn’t immediately see Barbara anywhere, and for a moment he couldn’t breathe. Had she left him already? Then, he felt something on his stomach. Lifting the covers her saw her. She was sound asleep, her arm around his waist, her head on his abdomen. He lovely hair was tangled and matted, her makeup smeared. She stirred, and he ran a hand down her face. She opened her eyes, looked up at him, and smiled. “Morning,” she said.

“Morning,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper.

She yawned and sat up, stretching her gorgeous frame.

“I suppose…” Joker’s eyes filled with tears, though he willed them not to fall. He cleared his throat and continued, “I suppose… you’ll be leaving soon.”

She shrugged. “All in good time.” She looked around the room, then said, “Hey, let’s go take a shower.”

His heart quickened. “Together?”

She laughed at him. “No, separately, hiding from each other. Yes, of course, together.”

“Why?” he asked, not believing his own luck.

She looked him full in the face, her expression serious. “Because I want to see the look on your face when you come, and I want to see it without the makeup.”

That did it. He was immediately aroused again. He followed her wordlessly to the bathroom, where she started up a hot shower. They both got in, and Joker began washing off all his face paint. It was difficult to concentrate, however, with Barbara’s hands drifting over his body. Finally, though, his face was bare. He turned to her, and she bit her lip, looking at him with such animal lust that it made him weak in the knees. “Well?” she said huskily. “What are you waiting for, Eric?”

He needed no more prompting. He kissed her hard on the mouth, then grabbed her by the hair and shoved her against the wall, under the spray of the shower. He heard her splutter briefly and knew she was having trouble breathing. The thought excited him. He pulled her hips backwards while pressing her face into the tiled wall. He shoved himself inside her, not bothering to warn her. Their night together had taught him that she was a bit of a masochist, and liked force.

He thrust, hard and fast, not pacing himself, not being gentle. She came immediately, but he didn’t stop. He hit the end of her, and knew it hurt, because she gasped. He was starting to lose control himself, his breathing faster. She looked back at him over her shoulder, and the simple look on her face brought him to climax.

They sank to the floor of the tub. Joker laid back, letting the water course over him. Barbara laid down with him, her arms around him. She was drifting back to sleep. Joker stroked her hair, and kissed her on the forehead. The were quite for a moment, but then, just before sleep enveloped her, Joker could have sworn he heard Barbara mutter, “I love you, Eric.”

Joker sighed. He looked down at her sleeping form, and laughed silently at himself. Joker, he told himself, you’re a dead man.

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~Chapter 6 will take a little longer, but hold in there, it will come!~
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