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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
- 5
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- 7
Summary:
Bruce tries to get back to his routine, yet must understand that his routines have long been fucked up already and nothing will ever work out again if he doesn’t get his favourite clown back.
With a little help from his friends, he finally gets to see him again, yet, not without facing some serious nightmares before he can listen to the angels' talking.

Folie à deux

Three weeks and I was done.
I could barely sleep, I could barely eat, I could barely work, I could barely motivate myself to get out of bed when I didn’t have to work. And he watched in silence. Good Alfred silent. I knew that he was waiting for me to speak the first word, but right now, I’d rather have him watching instead of telling me about the worries about his dear Master’s life which was about to crack and break for good. He washed my stuff, he made the bed, whenever I managed to get up anyway, and he still kept serving me the breakfast I never touched, except the coffee.
Just as I thought it was going alright
I find out I'm wrong, when I thought I was right
He also kept cooking for me but I never managed to eat much. He didn’t cook smaller portions, he was doing that on purpose, trying to make me feel bad about the stuff he’d have to throw away, but I had other problems than food in the garbage. I hoped he’d realize that he could bring it to some social welfare organization as well.
One of those other problems was that Alfred had ridded the house of alcohol, completely. No gin, no whiskey, no gross fruit schnaps, not even alcopops. He knew that I’d just have gotten drunk every single day after work and he tried to avoid that.
It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
Though, I managed to have it my way, going out more often and just ending up at some shabby bar where no one cared about the other. Gotham was full of those. Funnily enough, I also saw officers, judges and even Bullock there once.
I’d make my way home then, my misery drowned in even worse stuff. Alfred took it on the chin; not looking me in the eyes at all when I came home, letting me feel that he didn’t approve of it but would wink at it for the sake of our relationship which he tried to preserve.
I could say day, you'd say night
I was glad that I wasn’t home alone, even if we didn’t talk. His opinion would never change, whatever argument I would bring up. He was a stubborn man, once having arrived at some belief he wouldn’t give it up anymore.
Tell me it's black when I know that it's white
On the other hand, I’d rather stand that honest man than having a phoney flip-flopper by my side. He knew me well enough to leave me alone when he couldn’t convince me. Eventually, I’d come back to him, apologizing.
Not this time, though.
It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
However, he had done something I had not deemed possible. Maybe an attempt to approach me.
The next day after they had driven him to Arkham I had gotten up and dragged myself to the kitchen. Silently, he had poured me a cup of coffee and put the green ribbon next to the cup.
The sight caused a pang of joy and sorrow at the same time. When I looked up at him, flabbergasted, he looked squarely into my eyes, like a daddy giving the whining kid its toy back, and then went to the sink, leaned against it and drank his coffee, keeping me in sight.
He had seen me most desperate. He had seen me down-at-heel, he had seen me smeared with blood, dirt and whatnot and he had seen me crying in misery. He had seen me in all possible states already so I didn’t need to hide my emotions.
I took the ribbon and sighed.
From then on, I carried it along, wherever I went. Business meetings, dinners, from the living room to the kitchen. I felt so sorry and so guilty.
Had I just tried to reach him earlier and not waited till the next Saturday. Maybe it would have changed everything.
That was how I spent my days. Thinking, regretting.
Longing.
A three weeks’ time had not been enough to drive that lunatic out of my life and I feared that neither two months nor half a year would serve to make me forget him.
Turning me on, turning me off
Making me feel like I want too much
What had started out like a game, from the moment when he had entered my house and I had been stoned, on to the next time when I had tried to drown him and when we had finally opened up, showing the some parts of our hidden selves, down to the third time we had met when I had tied him to the bed. He had trusted me.
Actually, an unbelievable thing. Having the Joker tied to my bed, begging to get screwed. What a strange man.
And what a strange man was I, tying him to the bed and fucking him?
I hadn’t been aware of the emptiness in my life. Just now after I had lost him I felt it weighing down on me.
Living with you's just putting me through it all of the time
On Tuesday, Alfred entered my sleeping room. Too early in the morning and I was just asking what the heck was wrong when he put a note on the bedside table and left again. Sighing, I turned to the side and took it.
“Dear Sir,
you have an appointment at the Arkham facility, Wednesday, 11 am.”
Frowning, I put the note aside and lay down again. Had he phoned the shrink to talk to me?
He made me get up. Just on the way while looking for him I realized that it was not about that. Had he wanted me to see a shrink he’d have phoned someone else. I found him in the kitchen room, reading the newspapers. When I saw him I was speechless, didn’t know what to say anymore. He shortly looked up from the morning post, then continued reading.
I sat down in front of him and before my ass touched the chair he had gotten up to bring me a cup of coffee. Then, he sat down again and kept reading in silence.
He had talked to them to get me an appointment to ask the Joker why he had jumped from that building and had wanted me there.
That conclusion brought a smile to my face, the first in two weeks. I’d see him.
Smiling like an idiot, I looked at Alfred, indulging in that thought. Of course, he noticed and looked up. He closed his eyes, slowly, relaxed his lips and tilted his head to read on again.
I got up and went to the fridge to get me a yoghurt.
One more day.
Alfred had never said anything when I had brought a woman with me and when I screwed her. Not even when she left the next morning and had never been seen again here. He had never asked me why I had invited that Mistress and he had never asked me why that woman had had such a deep voice. He had thought he had managed to let go of his boy and let him live his own life.
Running around, staying out all night
Taking it all instead of taking one bite
Though, when he had seen me with the Joker he had realized that it had been a lie. Whatever decision to forget things which actually couldn’t be forgotten I had made, whatever stupid thoughts had brought me to that, he could not accept that. I couldn’t be mad at him for caring about me and I understood his attempts to keep me from potential danger and damage but I was a grown man. Intelligent enough to understand that letting the Joker into my life meant to play with fire.
The first time, I had been stoned, unable to think straight. Had I been able to think straight it never would have come to this, honestly.
The second time I had wanted to take revenge on him, and at understanding that it wouldn’t work out I had gotten drunk. Had I been sober it would never have come to that, honestly.
The third time I had been sober, craving an exotic fuck.
No excuse there.
Denying it would have been hypocritical.
It is what it is.
Living with you's just putting me through it all of the time
I spent the rest of the day thinking of what I would wear. I cut my nails and took a bath. While I was resting in the warm water Alfred entered the bath room.
“Master Bruce, may I offer you my services and give you a shave?”
I knew that he would break the silence, sooner or later. However, I hid my smile and just nodded and he got the stuff and spread the shaving foam on my cheeks.
He didn’t understand. But he accepted it. He trusted me to be reasonable enough to know what I was doing.
“Master Bruce, I’ve never seen you so happy. Happy might be the wrong word. Content. I asked myself,” he said, massaging my cheeks, “what had changed in your life, since I did not see any great changes.”
He wiped his hands clean, then took the razor. I loved it when he shaved me; he was the best. An English gentleman. He took a deep breath and started.
“When I came home that evening and saw you with this man I was angry. Honestly, I just felt angry. Thinking of what he has done to you and people who were dear to you and suddenly seeing him in your bed like that just...”
I stared at the wall in front of me, feeling so tired all of a sudden. About 21 nights and I had just gotten around 5 nights of sleep in whole during these three weeks. The warm water made it all worse.
“I just lost it. I couldn’t understand how you could herd with this man. I thought you to be deluded, blinded by the false charm of this trickster.”
He cleaned the razor by just putting it into the bath water. I was used to that.
“I could not see how I ever could be wrong about this...but then I realized that I have no right to question you. I acted in benevolence, I meant well for you, Sir, and I hope you know that and that this makes it easier for you to forgive me.”
I knew him so well.
“I strongly believed in him being out to hurt you. I was so stupid as to believe that you would not notice that. When you have actually proven to me that you know a lot more about psychology than I do.”
Not per se, but if he said so.
“I guess I will have to accept it. All I ever wanted is to see you happy and content. It should not matter to me how you achieve this, in the end. Just because I don’t approve of it doesn’t mean it is not an appropriate means to get to that.”
Admitting that surely must have been hard for him, but I appreciated his honesty. In the end, we could always talk about it. Sometimes, we just needed some days to calm down.
“I phoned the principal of Arkham and asked whether it was possible to see that man because you were curious to find out why he wanted you to be on the roof with him. He consented to it.”
I had listened to him in silence. With every word he said I felt better, feeling like getting my life back.
“Thank you.”
He didn’t reply anything to that but continued the shave. Just when I was about to fall asleep in the tub he was done and I stepped out of the water. The first night I would sleep through.
Later in the evening, I put the clothes on the chair in my sleeping room and lay down, my head full of thoughts.
So full that I could barely sleep.
At 5 am I got up and went to the living room to switch on the TV. Half an hour later Alfred got up and served me coffee. We sat there together and watched the news and documentations till half past nine. With every hour passing, I got more nervous, yearning for the moment when I would see him again. Alfred took notice of that but didn’t say anything.
Then, finally, I got dressed and left. He had offered to drive me there, but I wanted to be on my own.
When I saw the gates of Arkham I felt afraid. Those gates. Rusty, black and made to last beyond eternity. I hated that place. When I finally entered through the massive doors it sent a shiver down my spine. I had been there once already, meeting him, but that was years ago. I had never liked that place. It was hostile and so full of evil vibes.
I could leave but I won't go
It'd be easier I know
I was led to a small room where two people were waiting for me. One of them wore a long subtly green coat, the other pants and a shirt. They told me about their names and their functions, then one left and I was left with the shrink.
“Nightcut, you said?”
“Yes. Please have a seat, Mr. Wayne.”
He had a calming voice, but I thought it to be part of his strategy. When he eyed me I felt uncomfortable because I knew that I was looking like shit.
I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes
“Have you been asking yourself how it had come to this?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I have tried to get an answer from him, but he refused to speak to me. He wanted you to be there, he wanted you to see him jumping. He might tell you some more.”
“That’s why I made this appointment.”
“Really, have you?”
“Well, no, my butler did.”
“Mr. Wayne...” he said, and I knew that things were getting even more uncomfortable, “Can you think of a reason why he wanted you to be there?”
“Not at all.”
I was so tired. So tired that my eyes stung, but I had to concentrate on not giving something away which I would regret or which would get me in trouble.
“Why you? What did he say when you were up there?”
I snorted.
“Nothing which would make sense, actually.”
“What exactly?”
But why does it always seem to be
Me looking at you, you looking at me
“Mr. Nightcut, I can’t really remember,” I said with an angry voice, feeling my head aching from the strain and tiredness, “It was just nonsense, you know him. Stupid, supposedly funny things,” I added and pinched the brick of my nose.
“Mr. Wayne, are you alright?”
“Yes, just tired,” I said with closed eyes, trying to compose myself.
“Do you feel guilty?”
I froze. I couldn’t but freeze. And he saw that.
It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
“Can I just see him?” I asked with a vexed voice, looking straight into his eyes. I’d stare him down, I would.
He looked back at me. No chance; I had lost already.
“I want to know whether I am guilty or not,” I said finally, trying to defuse the situation.
“I hope you will find what you are looking for. I just fear...”
“Yes?”
“I just fear”, he started again, “That it might prove difficult to get him to talk. You see, our head is convinced of the efficiency of electroconvulsive therapy, and...”
Hearing that word made me swallow. I was not convinced of the efficiency of electroconvulsive therapy at all and imagining him being treated like that turned my stomach.
“He just thought that he would get him to be cooperative if he just, well. He insisted on it, also to decrease the risk of an attack. It was done yesterday, but he seems to have difficulties recovering from it. I can understand...”
I felt sick. Tired, sick, worried and just like crying.
“Mr. Wayne?”
I shook my head and concentrated on looking serious and competent.
“Yes, I can understand his fears. I have been dealing with the Joker once and it was not a very pleasant situation; I noticed that he can be quite brutal. Let’s go then.”
The shrink finally got up and I followed him to his cell. I knew that he knew that something was wrong, but I just hoped that he would never find out what it was.
When he unlocked the door of his cell and pushed down the handle my heart was beating so fast that I feared he would hear it.
Just seconds away.
I entered the cell. A strange kind of smell made me swallow. He was lying on the bed to my right. Unable to resist the urge to see him I turned my head.
A miserable wretch; I clenched my teeth in dismay. Nothing moved, although I could see the turmoil in his eyes; his pupils growing larger when he spotted me. Knowing that he was unable to talk made things easier for me. His words would have overwhelmed me, probably.
Becoming aware of me gazing at him like a freak I turned my head and sat down on the chair in front of his bed. As terrifying as that sight was, I felt warmth spreading inside me. It felt so good to see him.
Nervously, I searched for a spot to concentrate on, but I wouldn’t find anything else than his thin fingers.
I knew what it felt like when they touched me. You would think that they made me bleed and corrode my skin, but they didn’t at all. They made me heal. I lifted my head to look at his face, finally feeling safe and confident enough to stand his look. Sunken cheeks, the gleeful gleam in his eyes gone, his skin pallid, almost grey. Only his lips were still so red and full.
I averted my eyes again.
Truth is I love you
“I’m sorry,” I started out with a thin voice, “It was meant to be a joke. I...I thought it funny to keep you there and just untie you in the morning, but Alfred got up earlier and...when I got up you were gone.”
It was ridiculous what kind of havoc that little misunderstanding had wreaked. I prayed to God that he would believe me, that he would give me a chance.
He closed his eyes.
More that I wanted to
“Why didn’t you just...ask me or come back to talk?” I said, taking the bait of accusation and justification.
“Sorry,” I said again when I noticed that these things were just pointless now.
There's no point in trying to pretend
I reached out for him again and this time, I could take his hand. His lifeless fingers rested on my hand and I held my other hand on top of his. So cold.
“I didn’t mean to. It must have been hell for you. When you jumped,” I continued with a constrained voice, feeling a globus in my throat, “I...”
There's been no-one who
makes me feel like you do
I bit down on my lip. What had I come for actually?
The strange atmosphere was getting to me. To the point where I feared they would take notice of my fucked up state and keep me here as well. I turned to look at the door; it was closed. No one would hear me, no one would see me.
I let go of his hand which made him open his eyes. I just moved my chair closer to the bed, then took it again, rubbing his fingers to get some blood into them.
“I can’t put it in words.”
His eyes went shut again. Somehow, I appreciated the silence because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to deal with his words, whatever they were about. This time, he was the one unable to speak and who had to watch.
“I didn’t mean what I said. When Al suddenly was there I was just surprised and didn’t know what to do. He hates you.”
I moved closer again, then fearfully looked at the door. Someone was behind it. I had to lower my voice.
“When you were gone,” I whispered, clutching at his hand, “I wanted to run after you, but I just didn’t know where to. I waited for you to return cause I thought you, no...it was just stupid to think that...”
A noise behind the door made me look up and inspect the steel. I stared at it for some moments, then looked at his face again. His eyes. There was some life back in them.
“Don’t you want to, you know...” I bent down to whisper into his ear because I was sure that by now, they got every word I said, “Leave this place?”
Say we'll be together till the end
I swallowed hard and nudged his ear with my nose, that familiar scent. A loud noise coming from the door made me jump in fright. His hand slid from mine as I jumped from the chair, staring at the door. How could they just...
I looked back at him. A strange expression. He flexed his fingers and slightly moved his lips.
Why was it so dark here?
The handle was pushed down and I freaked. Gasping, I took some steps backwards until my back hit the wall. It was cold. I had made a mistake, coming here. They could see that I wasn’t well and now what I just had said must have proven them that I was insane.
I knew they came for me. They had heard every word and they were going to execute me.
“How long...”
I licked my lips and stared at the door, waiting for the handle to be pushed down again. They were playing with me, trying to make me feel safe. I never should have talked to the shrink at all.
“...long...have you gone...without sleep?”
I heard his feeble voice to the left. No, I remembered that man having told me that he wasn’t able to move at all. Some nights, I had heard sounds and voices, between 2 and 3 am, just a bad time. It sounded similar. They just wanted to know more about me.
To check for the truth, I looked at him for just a second, knowing that I had to focus on the door and what would come through it. He still lay there like before. Couldn’t have been him.
My heart was beating fast and my head ached so terribly that I thought it would burst, but I had to pay attention to the door.
This place, it was so evil. Right after I had taken the first step after entering I had felt it. So many souls craving freedom, deliverance, reaching for this pure soul walking past them. They were like demons, screaming and yelling, trying to reach me to tear me apart and feed on my soul.
I could leave but I won't go
It'd be easier I know
A scream which went through the door shattered the last bit of reason I had been clinging to so desperately. A nausea spreading from my guts made the alarm bells ring in my head.
I was terrified of what was behind that door. They would take me, take me away and lock me up.
“Bruce”
From the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at me. I saw the fight, how he tried to overcome the paralysis and move and I saw him losing.
I’d face the same.
A loud noise like metal hitting metal, coming from behind that door, let me sink to my knees, feeling lightheaded. They were coming. I felt so sick that I just wanted to die to escape that state.
Gasping and heaving, I lay down on the floor, black spots growing in front of my eyes.
They had won. They were getting me, turning me into one of them. I could see their hands reaching for me, I could feel their teeth ripping pieces of skin from my body and I could hear the joyful yells.
“Bruce!”
I can't feel a thing from my head down to my toes
At least, we were together.
The sickness had reached my brain and I passed out.
“GUARD!!!”
It took some time, but then, two people entered the room and at seeing that man dressed in his black coat lying on the floor, they instantly left again to get help.
The room filled up with people then, the head was among them as well. When he saw the body on the floor he turned around and seized the Joker’s throat, hissing at him: “What have you done?”
He couldn’t defend himself nor could he speak.
“Get a gurney!”
When he realized that it was futile he let go and turned to the other man who was already lifted by the guards. They carried him out of the room and closed the door behind them.
Silence, loneliness, again.
He blinked several times, then tried to clench a fist. He would have reached for him. If he just could he would have reached out for him and held him.
“Fuck...”
Meanwhile, the body was transported to the hospital section. He was undressed to his underpants and put in a bed. A butterfly needle was pushed through the skin of the back of his hand and a saline solution was forced into his veins.
The doctor lifted an eyelid to check for reflexes, then he checked his pulse. As he was content, he turned to the worrying head.
“May just be the weather. The air pressure is quite low today; if he’s sensitive to the changes in weather and hasn’t had any food yet it might be just that.”
Both of them left.
Bruce Wayne was alone. But he didn’t notice. He was lost in unconscious darkness. Floating, drifting, apart.
____________

After two days of sleep he woke up to find himself alone in a strange room. Beds to the left, beds to the right, a dim light barely illuminating more than the silhouettes.
He tried to remember.
When he remembered he wished he hadn’t.
It had sucked him in, like a vortex of utter madness. Now he couldn’t relate to his ideas and visions anymore; he didn’t understand what could possibly have made him think that those were demons, reaching for his soul. He hoped that no one had noticed. He’d be in trouble if someone had.
__________

“Where is he?” I asked the man, pushing some green strands out of my face to show him that I was serious.
Nightcut had chosen to give me some of his attention again after that incident. Traumatizing event, that, for sure. Seeing a man passing out was far beyond what I could take so I needed to talk to him.
However, now, with my man within reach, I felt arrogant. In fact, I needed no one in here, neither Nightcut nor anyone else. He had merely been a means to achieve my goal.
I was feeling better, the effects of that treatment wearing off more quickly than the first time. Still, my head ached, but that was all. With some water, I could even get rid of that.
It had been an intense time when I had seen him. His words had rearranged me. At first, I had tried to defend myself against their charm because I thought them a lie, an excuse. That he had ditched me because it had got him in trouble and that he was just back because he could neither live with nor without me. Eventually, I had realized that we were connected in a more subtle way. When he had started to hallucinate I had known that he was just trying to get on my level.
The fear, yes. A byproduct. Sounds and images, beliefs which seemed to be so unreasonable and at this moment just were true; the only ones which were true. Often enough, I had been living through such a psychosis when the world turned into a neverending violent nightmare. Yet, I had not thought myself capable of establishing such a deep relationship that I’d even drag a man into madness.
Folie a deux. I felt proud somewhat. And then again, worried. I didn’t want him to suffer from that. Enough that I had almost given up; he had to fight it.
“In the sick ward. But you seem to know more than I do. What happened?”
I snorted in arrogance. My head felt clearer and I was slowly getting my lust for life back.
“He passed out.”
He was used to these teasing replies by now and just kept looking at me.
“Why?”
“The weather?”
He closed his eyes but didn’t turn his head away. When he opened them again I could see that he didn’t believe me.
But why does it always seem to be
Me looking at you, you looking at me
“I get it you noticed that he looked like facing serious sleep deprivation.”
“Maybe a therapeutic measure? You never know with these guys who still prescribe electroshocks these days.”
“Electroconvulsive therapy. Is he in therapy?”
“How should I know? It’s not like I fuck him.”
For a second, a smirk passed my face but I licked my lips to hide it. No, I couldn’t withstand the temptation of feeling superior. But I had prepared the ground for that comment, dealing him obscene and nasty stuff all the time so he wouldn’t know what was real and lying anymore.
“Would you like to?”
I burst with laughter, being offered the chance to get rid of this tension in a way which wouldn’t tell him anything.
“Aaah...yes...” I laughed, trying to calm down again, “I would like to,” I mocked him, “No, actually, I would like him to penetrate my unstretched ass and hurt me real good, the way I deserve it. You know, the daddy issues.”
Sighing, the man got up and put his pen away. Deeply amused, I watched him giving up.
“You have a nice way of telling me when you are tired of me, really,” he said and turned his back on me.
I smirked.
He left.
It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
_________

“Mr. Wayne, the doctor would like to talk to you before you leave.”
Hearing that cut the rope between my heart and the sack of stones; I felt relieved. No need to fear anything. I continued getting dressed and then accompanied the head to the room of the man I had met before.
He got up from his chair and sat down after I had sat down. We were left alone.
“Mr. Wayne, how are you doing?”
He knew something. I was sure that he did and I had to find out how much.
“Fine, thanks. You wanted to talk to me before I leave.”
“Yes, thank you for coming. As you just might have noticed, I am quite worried about your fit two days ago. Do you have any idea why that has happened?”
“I haven’t slept much the last night because I had to take care of business things and additionally, I have difficulties handling that kind of weather, you know.”
“I see,” he said, looking down, “Was that the first time?”
“No, and it probably wasn’t the last time,” I replied, getting slightly angry at this nosy idiot.
“I am sorry if I trouble you with my interest, but let me assure you that I only ask because I care about you.”
“You need not.”
Talking to him felt like exposing my soul to one of those red couch idiots although we barely dug beyond the surface. I was just feeling sore inside these walls.
He licked his lips and took a clean sheet of paper.
“If you think you can make notes and analyse me now you can just shove that pen up your arse.”
Just as I thought it was going alright
I find out I'm wrong, when I thought I was right
I was surprised at hearing these words coming from my mouth. In order to hide my surprise I got up and pretended to leave.
“Mr. Wayne! Please, wait. I am sorry if I gave you the impression of analysing you. I just wanted to write down the name of a preparation which might help you deal with these weather conditions more easily.”
Embarrassed, I stopped and turned around to go back to the chair.
“I apologize for my word choice. I still feel a little unwell. Do you have some of that here?”
His eyes brightened up behind the glasses. He wanted to help. So badly.
“Of course.”
He went to get me some of that stuff and I took a deep breath at just having cheated the gallows. I had to be more careful.
Soon, he returned with a glass with some liquid. I downed it, then put it on the table. He had sat down again.
“Mr...”
“Nightcut.”
“I could not really get any information from him. Do you think it is possible to visit him again?”
“I don’t see any problem with that,” he replied, unsuspecting, “If you please we can just visit him now.”
He wrote something down, then got up and led me to the cell. There, he told the guards to cuff his favourite prisoner and they did so, not without some noise and a scream. I pursed my lips.
“Do you think he will turn violent against me?”
“I don’t think so. If he wanted to do so he would have done it on the roof top already. Besides, he is cuffed now.”
“Of course...” I answered.
When he opened the door for me I thanked him and told him that I would keep it short.
He was sitting on the bed with a bleeding nose. When he saw me he brightened up immediately, his eyes big and glistening, like the ones of a child.
A smile spread on my face.
I closed the door behind me and he got up and the moment he was on his feet I pushed him against the wall to my left and kissed him so violently that he moaned into my mouth.
“Shut up,” I hissed into his mouth and kissed him again, using my tongue and lips in a way which made him surrender immediately.
When I was satisfied I drew back and closed my eyes. He was so beautiful. I had missed the feeling of his soft lips so much. When I opened my eyes again he was looking at me, begging.
I touched his crotch and pressed mine against his, whispering into his ear: “I missed you so much. Did you miss me?”
With these words, I started grinding it against his dick, making him gasp and exhale through his nose to stifle another moan.
“I was dying for you,” he replied breathlessly, pressing his body against mine in a passionate response.
“I’m so sorry, I-“
He didn’t let me end but kissed me again. He didn’t want to hear that. When he felt that he had successfully silenced me he drew back and looked into my eyes.
“Don’t. No use crying over spilt milk.”
His mercy left me puzzled; I had not thought him capable of forgiving anyone anything, quite the contrary, taking delight in revenge. When he noticed my confusion he licked aong my lips and bumped into my crotch again.
“You can’t get rid of me at all. Neither can I of you,” he stated and I was left even more puzzled by his honesty. Give him a few weeks of isolation and he turns into a purring cat.
“I’d hug you if I just could.”
That made me smirk and I hugged him instead, immediately falling for the soft feeling of his skin, the tender flesh, the hard bones standing out, the passion in his veins. We were both hard now. Noticing that, he looked down.
“You can’t leave like that. He’ll just put you in the neighbour cell.”
“I’m running out of time.”
“I know.”
He looked me straight in the eye for a second, then got down on his knees.
The sight made me close my eyes and stand a pleasure pang in guts. No need to tell me what to do; I knew exactly what to do. My hands shaking with need, I unbuttoned my pants and without any further word or gesture rammed it into his mouth so violently that he hit the wall. He moaned around my dick and I pressed my hand against my mouth to keep me from moaning as well. I moved back though to give him some space since I wasn’t going to fuck him.
He got the hint and started moving, forth and back, also using his tongue to add extra sensations.
I hadn’t jerked off for a month. He teased the hell out of me with his lips, occasionally letting go of my dick and circling the glans with his tongue, then swallowing it to the hilt again, always making sure his teeth wouldn’t touch it at all.
Not long and I leaked precum. When I looked down, watching him taking my hard dick back into his mouth again I moaned, making him look up.
That look sent me over the edge. Piercing, loyal eyes peered at me from down there. Tensing up, I came, spilling it into his mouth and he swallowed, greedily taking everything.
It took me some time to calm down again since my head was a total mess, ecstasy and love letting me forget where I was. Patiently, he waited for me to draw back.
I took a step back finally, stashed my dick in my pants again and knelt down to kiss him again. It was hard work to get up on my feet again and he giggled, watching me giving my best to get back to the straight serious businessman look.
Just when I had managed to get my hair back in position, he said: “Hit me. I’ll tell him a story, just hit me so it will be plausible.”
And then, a broad smirk spread on his lips.
“You’re so sick.”
“That’s why I am here,” he replied, still smirking, “when he asks, say something about daddy issues.”
I frowned at him, but he just burst into laughter, infecting laughter.
Still laughing away at that in-joke, he finally got up and I just hit him as hard as I could dare without breaking his bones. It sent him back on the floor again. Just for a second, the smirk disappeared and when he looked at me again, his eyes had changed. It was a miracle to me how he could enjoy that so much.
“I’m addicted to those love marks,” he said finally, licking the bleeding spot on his lip. He was adorable, the way he was sitting on the floor, his hands tied behind his back, his hair messed up from sex.
“I know. I’ll get you out of here, somehow. And then,” I started out, giving him a lecherous smile, “I’ll just get naked, kneel down in front of you just like you did and take your balls in my mouth, lick them, squeeze them, just a little, with my teeth-“
“Just what the fuck, Wayne?!” he hissed, pressing his thighs together and shifting, “Will you fucking stop?! I’m just about-“
“And then I’ll lick the underside of your long, hard prick, up to the tip,” I whispered, then rammed my knee against his cheek so that he fell back down on the floor. I was sure he’d like it. Cause somehow, I started to like it as well.
The smirk I saw under that heap of hair told me that I had been right.
“And I will suck you until you come in my mouth finally,” I added calmly.
With these words, I combed through my hair with my fingers again and wiped the sweat from my forehead, making myself ready for facing Nightcut for real this time.
He shook his head to get his hair out of his face to be able to look at me. Bruised beauty.
“Don’t try anything,” he whispered, then opened his mouth to move his jaw, making me smirk, “I’ll manage on my own. I’ve always managed.”
I took a deep breath, looked at him for a last time and then put my hand on the handle.
After one silent moment, I opened the door, stepped outside and closed it. Nightcut was waiting at the other side, leaning against the wall, featuring a curious look.
Time for the show. I sighed.
“Well, he tried to attack me even in that state, but I could defend myself. I hope you are not angry at me for hitting him, but I saw no other way to keep the distance.”
“Don’t worry. I would not have expected him to be violent at all, but also I make mistakes from time to time. Could you find out something?”
“At first, he refused to talk at all, but then he said something about daddy issues. Does that make sense to you?”
I could see his face dropping. Apparently, it was a running gag.
“When I asked him whether he needed that for his ego, jumping down a building in front of an audience, he turned violent. Basically, that was all.”
He was disappointed, but I couldn’t help it.
“Sorry if that is not what you wanted to hear.”
“It’s alright, I didn’t really expect some great revelations.”
“Mr. Nightcut, I need to tend to my business now, I am two days late. Excuse me.”
“Of course. I hope you will be feeling better soon, Mr. Wayne.”
“Yeah, Mr. Wayne, I also hope you will be feeling better soon!” I heard his voice through the door, imitating the doctor’s, followed by insane laughter.
I looked at the door and then back at the man. Clenching my teeth to prevent me from laughing, I stared at him, waiting for him to say something.
It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne, I think we should leave now.”
“Yeah! Leave now, you pathetic mediocrity of a Wayne! I’ll hunt you down, I swear, I’ll...”
I didn’t hear the last things anymore because we were out of reach already.
When I finally stepped out of the building I took a deep breath, shaking off the madness. Maybe he had not been mad at all and just that place had turned him into a lunatic. Not entirely pleased with my logic, I walked to the car.
Alfred would be worried.
Alfred was worried.
When I had arrived at Wayne Manor and opened the door he was already there, silently asking me what had happened.
I wasn’t very proud of that and tried to evade the topic, yet, he was like a bloodhound, once having tasted blood he would not give up until he had found the corpse.
I could say day, you'd say night
Tell me it's black when I know that it's white
“Alfred...I don’t want to talk about it now.”
“That is no excuse, Sir.”
“I am not using that as an excuse! It’s just...”
I sighed. No way I could make it to the living room and to the TV without having him squeezing the truth out of me. And tomorrow? Don’t even think of tomorrow; he’d be sitting in front of me during breakfast, just looking at me, staring at me-
“I visited him and passed out, okay? Two days in coma, then visited him again and now I’m here, yes? Fine?”
He just looked at me. And that was enough to tell that he was worried as hell.
“Please, not now, Alfred, I’m tired of the ‘I told you’. Can I just have some coffee?”
“Of course.”
He went off to make coffee. 8 pm. Prime time.
There was no excuse I could use anymore to see him. I would have to wait.
Yet, I could barely wait anymore. At least, he had sucked me off. I’d dream of that tonight. Tonight...when I would fall asleep.
“Alfred! Forget the coffee! I’m going to sleep...”
I got up from the sofa, got rid of the jacket and dropped the rest of the clothes along the way to the sleeping room, not without taking the green ribbon out of the back pocket of my pants.
“Excellent idea, Master Bruce,” the butler mumbled to himself and emptied the water tank of the coffee machine, “Very well done. We might become friends, you green-haired cretin.”
It's always the same, it's just a shame, that's all
That's all.
Tired as fuck, I drew the curtains and lay down. Thinking of him, faintly smirking, I wound the ribbon around my dick and tied a bow. When I would wake up it would be hard and serve as a cock ring.
I missed him so much.
But there was hope.

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