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The Circle	By : Triyune Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2614 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 7: Defiance

My plan was as simple as brilliant. Air, colour, wham and done, including a bank and bat.
I smiled when I sensed his presence. God knew where he knew from my plans; I never told him about them, but I knew that that smelly bitch of Gotham was full of traitors, spies and tipsters. I knew that because I had my own little armada of them. Though, it was like he could read my mind.
Pretending to not have noticed at all, I kept preparing the sachets until his presence became more tangible, almost too tangible. Excited at what would follow, I looked up at the grey metal wall of the vault, smirking.
Just then, a very painful kick to my left kidney sent me down on the floor on all fours. This started out nicely. I turned around to face him, yet remained seated on the floor.
“Hey there,” I said casually.
The Batman was standing there in full length, height and breadth, silently glaring at me. I had vexed him, apparently.
“Missed me?” I asked, grinning my prime grin.
When my words didn’t have the effect I hoped they’d have I continued.
“Did you jerk off during those two weeks at least, thinking of me?”
He ignored my bold attempt and took a step to the side, looking at the piece of evidence.
“What are you up to?”
“I’ve been asking myself that as well, you know.”
When he started to move, clearly heading for the pallets, I quickly stepped in front of them and he stopped. His eyes shrank to slits; he was clearly annoyed. If he was playing his role then he was playing it well.
“How did you get in there?” he said in his typical vigilante voice.
“I’ve got my ways,” I smirked and snipped my fingers, “How did you get in?”
“Front door.”
“See.”
I could literally see how my manner drove him wild; he pursed his lips and looked me straight in the eye.
“You know, I couldn’t wait till Friday.”
“You could have just rung the doorbell.”
I saw myself in a fine purple suit, hair dripping wet from the heavy rain, holding a bouquet of dark red tulips and smiling like a rocking horse, waiting for the butler to open the door of Wayne Manor. I couldn’t help bursting into laughter, earning me a concerned look.
“Well, no…” I remarked and flicked some lints away from my jacket, still chuckling to myself.
Meanwhile, he had composed himself and approached me. When I looked up he was just a meter away from me and I left the pallets to take a few steps back until he halted. Grinning at him seductively, I encouraged him to take another step, which he did, and I just took one back.
Another one and another one until my back met the wall. I quite enjoyed bringing myself into those awkward positions; it spurred me on and got me all creative.
Yet, he didn’t stop until our bodies met. One centimetre, just one centimetre in height and I had to look up to meet his eyes. It gave me such an intense feeling that I turned my head to the side to exhale my growing arousal.
“You’re awful,” he whispered, which made me grin again.
“Your choice,” I said into the vacant room in front of me, my pelvis jerking when I felt him pressing against it, but there was no room to dodge him and the substantial argument further down. Our mouths were close and just when I became aware of that I closed my eyes and moved closer to kiss him. He turned away and I opened my eyes in disbelieving surprise. How could my charm not-
His knuckles met my cheek and nose so hard that I would have stumbled to the side, had he not gripped the collar of my shirt. My head whirled to the right and for a second; I felt at home, familiar sensations overwhelming me. I needed a moment to compose myself, then I brought a hand up to my face to check for liquids. The blood on my glove told me that my nose was bleeding. It triggered a broad grin and I looked at him just to take another slap which made my face collide with the wall.
Blood trickled down my nasopharynx and I swallowed by reflex, earning me a coppery taste in the back of my mouth. I was so used to that that it didn’t unsettle me at all.
Suddenly, while I was still trying to get back to earth, I felt him under my jacket and I twitched, trying to break free from his grip. He went for the gun and I kept struggling and just when he had pulled it out of the holster I kicked his shin and he pulled the trigger.
Blank bang.
For a moment, the world stood still.
Just until the pain started to kick in and I gasped, clutching at my flank.
“Sorry,” he said coldly, his voice telling me that he wasn’t sorry at all.
To prevent us from further damage, I reached for the gun, but he just seized my throat and firmly pressed me against the wall. Warm liquid soaked my shirt. A breathy laugh escaped me.
“You don’t really know how to handle guns, do you?” I teased him, unable to resist my familiar role.
The warmth spread, but I knew that he hadn’t hit anything vital.
“I do”
I clenched my teeth and looked into his eyes, the pain starting to render me unable to think straight. I had often got seriously hurt during our fights, but the adrenaline usually saved me and made me stand it more easily.
Just when I was about to give in his hand wormed its way past my belt and grabbed my dick.
“Did you jerk off, thinking of me?” he whispered into my ear.
Within a second, the world shifted and I recognized the thrill of the situation. Grinning at him, I wiped more blood from my lips and gripped his wrist, trying to get him off my throat.
“Answer me!” he commanded and I felt that pleasant sting in my guts.
“It hurts,” I commented casually, again trying to get his hand off my throat.
“It’s supposed to,” he snapped and gave my balls a squeeze.
“Why haven’t we done that before?”
He licked his lips and stroked the underside of my dick, making me press my body against the wall in drunken delight.
“Answer me,” he insisted and loosened the grip on my throat.
“Well, I did,” I confessed, embarrassment fuelling that newly sparked fire of passion.
“Tell me, how.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, smirking at the images showing up.
“I woke up at 2am, couldn’t fall asleep anymore so I got up to make coffee.”
“Oh really?” he asked, squeezing my dick.
“Yeah, really,” I replied, feeling heat crawling up my cheeks, “and I just had to think of you. Got me a cock ring and did some wanking till it was all…full and tight.”
The line got blurred; some of my Circle ego butting in and pushing my villain ego aside. I continued though, noticing that he had difficulties keeping these two roles apart as well.
“Tell me more,” he whispered into my ear and fondled it with his lips, lightly caressing my dick.
“I stroked the tip till it was all red and achy,” I breathed, feeling him doing the same to me right then. I was so hard that I couldn’t think of anything else than getting screwed anymore.
The warmth had reached my waistline by now and was starting to infect my crotch. He was rubbing the tip of my dick, making me twitch uncontrollably as he teased that so very sensitive spot to the point I felt embarrassed about it.
I tried to dodge his touch but he gripped my dick and squeezed, drawing a moan from me.
“That’s all?” he asked.
I was panting by now, feeling lightheaded from the blood loss, pain and pleasure at the same time.
“Of course it’s not,” I replied, feeling a little overwhelmed by these many sensations.
“So go on,” he said, rubbing his thumb against the urethral orifice which just drove me so mad that I embraced him with a bruising kiss, silencing him. He responded in kind, biting down on my lip and finally pumping my dick. We shared the bloody taste and I groaned into his mouth, knowing that he was more than hard as well. Each of us tried to get the other’s lip between his teeth to draw blood again and I succeeded, biting down on his lower lip which made him groan as well.
He left my dick then and unbuttoned my pants, still keeping me in place with his other hand. When he pulled them down I felt instant relief, my needy parts being freed finally. And within a second, I was facing the wall; he had manoeuvred me around and I just saw and felt grey, cold steel.
“Continue,” he whispered, moving the tails of my coat to the side, baring my ass. I couldn’t help the smirk, thinking of what would happen during the next 30 minutes.
“I got me a rope, made two nooses and put one round my neck, then I lay down, put the other noose past my toes and it went tight,” I continued my fuck story, “…very tight around my neck.”
His breath hit my neck, fitfully and hot, cooling the sweat. When I felt his fingers creeping up around my throat again I continued.
“Then I jerked off, thinking of how you would kneel on the bed, masturbating, groaning, thinking of me…”
His grip tightened again and I felt the blood surging through my veins, troubled by the restriction.
“I thought of the sounds it would make when you pumped your dick,” I whispered, “how your thighs would tense up and how hard they would be…”
I had to stop, feeling close to an untouched orgasm already but he pressed on.
“I’d call your name, thinking of your bruised body, your eyes closed, taking what I’d give you…”
His dick was pressing against my ass, but I wanted to play some more and I didn’t let him enter. When he failed to just bury the tip of his dick in my ass he growled.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” he huffed into my ear, leaving my throat and pressing my head against the wall.
“I’d rather say you are a pain in the ass right now,” I replied, out of breath, laughing.
He grabbed my hair and dashed my head against the wall so that I lost all body tension for a moment. And he knew me and he seized that opportunity and rammed his dick into my ass.
Yelling with pain, I tried to curl up, but he held me in place, pressing me against the wall with his hand, chest and iron bar. I gave a desperate laugh, then I tried to deal with that pain silently, forcing myself to keep my mouth shut to deprive him of the pleasure he was out for. My jaw was trembling from that intense sensation and I was struggling for breath, but I wouldn’t let him notice. He wouldn’t get it so easily.
Swallowing hard, I shifted, but it was no use, the burning pain in my backside just got worse.
No lube and no stretching took their toll, but admitted, I liked it. Half of me was struggling with that feeling like any reasonable man would and half of me was already giving in and transforming it into pleasure. I could feel his breath hitting my ear in fits and he waited for me to make a sound, but I just clenched my teeth and breathed through my nose, smirking at his growing anger.
He moved closer and his lips touched my ear.
“Am I?” he teased me, licking my earlobe, then gently sucking it.
I loved hearing that low and raspy voice when he was the Bat. It gave me the thrills every time he opened his mouth and having him so close to my ear was just pure pleasure.
“You know,” I panted, “you need to unwind. Always so tight, ah”
He shifted and shoved it in some more and I clenched my teeth, scraping down the wall and getting me a broken nail.
“You should know what you’re talking about there, huh?”
His tongue darted out to explore my inner ear, but I tried to turn my head away since that pain was still troubling me too much than to concentrate on anything else right now.
“Can you just take a step back, you ignorant fuck!” it burst out of me.
I didn’t want him to notice how much I actually liked it because I felt embarrassed; I didn’t want him to know about that yet. However, I feared he already knew about that anyway, but I just wasn’t in the mood for opening up right now.
The distinct sound close to my ear told me that he was baring his teeth, smirking. He nudged my ear, then whispered: “No.”
And to add to my dilemma he dug his nails into my flank and moved inside my ass, making me groan finally. When he pinched my nipple I hissed and switched to the pleasure mode, shamelessly enjoying it.
He noticed that and when I moved away from the wall to lift my hand he allowed it. I put it on his and made his fingers take the ring of my nipple piercing and pull at it. Groaning with pleasure again, I pressed my body against his, yet, careful not to make his dick slide in further.
He kissed my ear and tugged at the piercing, making me hiss again and follow his movement. Incited by raw lust I brought a hand between me and him and searched for his dick. Half of it was buried in my ass, the other half was just between us. The hardness of it set off an emotional avalanche and I clenched my ass, making him gasp now.
“How did you get so hard?” I teased him, rubbing the upper side of his dick.
“I like it when you’re in trouble,” he replied.
“What a coincidence, I like that too,” I whispered and took another centimeter of his dick in, feeling my muscles stinging at that.
“You’re such a pain whore”
It made me smirk. I could be if I was in the right mood.
“What does that turn you into?” I replied, laying my head back on his shoulder. He was still playing with my piercing, fondling my nipple and moving the ring.
“A giver.”
And with that he buried his dick to the hilt which made me writhe in a terrible mix of pain, despair and passion. Just when I thought that I had given him what he wanted he bit down on my trapezius muscle which would have driven me to my knees, had he not kept me in place. That way, I had no room for ducking away and had to stand it, making me whimper and mewl. It was too much. My flank was on fire, burning and stinging, my ass stretched in a very uncomfortable way and sharp teeth gnawing on my collarbone.
“Then give me a moment,” I hissed and tried to get some distance between me and the wall but he pinched my nipple so hard that I yelled with pain. While I was busy sorting out those sensations his hand slid down my side and a leather-clad finger wormed its way into my flank. The pain made me see stars. Unable to voice anything I opened my mouth in silence and pressed my hands against the wall to keep me from falling.
Gloved fingers touched my dick and I moved into his touch; helplessly, desperately, overwhelmed by pain. His dick twitched inside my ass.
Finally, I managed to gasp. He moved the finger around, just slightly, but it unleashed hell inside me. I clutched at his hand and tugged at it, dealing me some more pain by doing so.
“Stop it,” I hissed, breathing so hard that my words barely were audible.
His finger left the wound and he stuck it into my mouth. I tasted more blood. His mouth was close to my ear again and I could feel his breath, hot and steady.
“Can’t take what I give you? I thought you had asked for that by coming here,” he whispered, every word being like a whiplash, scarring my brain. I heard him talking but I didn’t really understand what he was saying. For some moments, we remained in that position and I could gather some strength again.
“Yes,” I said with a shaky voice. Only then I noticed that I was clenching my ass and just giving myself a hard time by doing so. When I concentrated on relaxing and finally managed, he breathed into my ear.
“You okay?”
“Of course, “ I replied, my words barely audible. The pain shook my body.
“Good. Then, sing,” he whispered into my ear and bit my lobe so hard that I yelled again. Instantly, those electric pulses turned into lust yet again, seizing my body and I forgot the wound and thrust forward, crashing his hand between my dick and the wall. I heard him chuckling right next to my ear. Panting hard again, I turned my head around and got his upper lip between mine, but he was faster and his mouth went shut before I could do so.
With my lip locked between his teeth, he started stroking my dick again and I jerked every time he moved his hand down. It was an uncomfortable pose, but I deserved it. With his other hand he grabbed a fistful of flesh and squeezed, the pain barely dwindling at all. I was sure he’d leave bruises. My flank went numb.
“You’re giving me quite a hard time today,” I panted.
“You left me no choice,” he hissed and started moving. Every time he moved in again my body hit the wall together with my dick. One of his hands was resting on my ribcage to hold me in place, his other was closed around my throat again. I could hear his pants close to my ear and I closed my eyes to be guided, allowing myself to fall.
Soon, he tightened his grip and I got short of air, the blood hammering in my head and my ears going deaf, my dick leaking precum.
His thrusts became even more violent and he squeezed the rest of air out of me, making the adrenaline peak and I came with a silent scream. Cum hit my face and I chuckled, feeling his fingers close to crashing my larynx. That awareness gave me a pang in my guts, which made him cum as well. He pressed his chest against my back and kept moving his pelvis in a fast rhythm, filling me up. Just when I was about to faint I clutched at his hand and he loosened his grip. Losing myself to a coughing fit, which inevitably made me clench my ass as well, I heard him moaning into my ear a few more times before he finally drew back.
I collapsed and sank to the floor, withdrawing my mind from the events, my body aching and shaking. He towered over me, propping his hands against the wall. It was a nice place to stay in, down there. My thoughts broke free and drifted apart; the feeling of cum in my ass, the stinging pain of salt rubbed into the sore flesh, the still blood-leaking hole in my side, my neck gradually recovering, my head throbbing from the lack of oxygen and the strain.
After a few minutes of pitying myself and some strange sounds I felt his hands on my body again and I jerked. I would have liked to get some distance between me and him now, needing more time to gather myself, but he insisted on it. A patch was pressed against the still bleeding spot and he wound a gauze bandage around my ribcage, tightly pressing against the hurt spot so that I gave a wince of pain. He ignored it completely and continued his work in silence.
It just went on until I was furious, the pain getting to me as much as his wordlessness.
“You content now?” I said breathlessly, the pain numbing my brain.
“You got what you wanted, didn’t you,” he replied with an irritated voice which left me puzzled.
I looked at his face to tell what was going on, but he just had that neutral ‘I am a serious man, dressed as a Bat but no less dangerous despite that’ look he always kept when he was on a mission. When he tugged at the bandages to fix them I groaned and suddenly felt terribly embarrassed.
Without any further words he got up and walked away, leaving me behind.
“Are you kidding me?!” I screamed but instantly held my breath at feeling the wound exploding at the strain.
“Finish what you started. Do your thing and set the world on fire,” he said without turning around. Then, he disappeared.
I couldn’t believe it. Now that he was gone, I felt the intense need to be hugged. Images of him holding me tight and tenderly stroking my head, soothing the ache, wandered across the fields of my mind. Had I done something wrong? I wasn’t used to that coldness. We had been so close the last time.
Annoyed at my pathetic response to his cold shoulder I rose my head and screamed: “FUCK YOU!” towards the door.
He had taught me another lesson, leaving me behind shaking and bleeding. I knew that I were not to contact him outside the opening hours of the castle but yet again, like so many times when I got myself in trouble, pride was at the bottom of it. I had wanted to show him that I wouldn’t just be meek and mild about his behaviour only because I was marked as his slave now. But that had backfired. He had been so much more brutal and violent this time and I could feel that he had been out to please himself more than me with his actions.
It was his right since I had consented to being his property. In fact, I had hoped that he would passionately fuck me into bliss but in the end, I had come there as the Joker and he as the Batman and there was no tenderness involved with these roles. Just full contact fights and he had given that to me. Secretly, I might have been hoping for that, getting damaged, receiving injuries which would remind me of our meeting until it was time to get some more at the end of the month.
However, it had not been something he approved of, as he had shown me now.
Our relationship had changed everything, also the way we’d interact as a clown and bat. I had been a fool to believe that it would be different if we just crashed into each other like that.
I just could have rung the doorbell.
I sat there for another hour, the pain slowly dwindling until I was courageous enough as to try to get up and by doing so just got me another load. Yet, there wasn’t much time to go anymore; the bank would open in about two hours and I wasn’t into getting arrested and sent to Arkham at all so I had no choice.
I got up despite the raging pain and finished my work, my mind wrapped in cotton wool, soaked with the lightness of utter physical discomfort. When I was done I threw the tools into the bag and left through the back door, wondering what it would be like when we’d meet at the castle again.
I got me a cab and arrived at my flat when the sun was setting. Glad that I had managed to get home without fainting at all, I smashed the door shut and went straight to bed. I dropped the clothes on the way and just lay down, covered in blood and cum.
The worlds of white sheets and foam felt so good that I gave a sound of pleasure. I touched the bandages, lightly pushing against the wound. He’d get used to me and my ways. I wasn’t someone to give up that easily and to bend to his will so readily. In the end, I still mattered as well, I and my wishes. Sighing, I turned on my back and felt the pain dwindling.
It didn’t take long and I had fallen asleep.

Far away, at the other end of Gotham, the morning post was brought to Bruce Wayne by his butler who was wondering about the strange mindset his master seemed to be caught up in.
Bruce Wayne took the papers and had a look at them in silence, drinking his coffee.
“Master Bruce, is everything alright?”
He gave a sigh, not being in the mood for big explanations, but he understood that the old man just cared about him and wanted to be of some more help except bringing him the papers like a good dog.
“I don’t know,” he replied, honestly.
“What is it about?” the butler said and sat down in the wing chair.
‘Great’, he thought to himself, having it all made worse by his honesty. Now he’d have to deal with him more than he was ready to. He flicked through the ads section until the butler cleared his throat.
“Alfred, I…” he started out but ditched the sentence he had wanted to say.
The butler looked at him, his forehead in wrinkles. He hated it when his butler did that.
“It was a long night I didn’t really enjoy...somehow.”
“What happened?”
He was sure that his butler had gotten the hint that he didn’t want to talk about it and though, he kept asking. It was his speciality; he’d do that so long until he was totally unnerved and would spill the story in his anger. He tried to breathe calmly and not let him win this time, since the confessions of tonight would ruin everything.
Just everything.
“I think I got forced to do something I’m not really proud of.”
“Did it include harming others?”
He snorted, thinking of the ambiguity of that question in respect of his actions.
“Kind of, yes.”
“Could you have prevented that from happening?”
“Well, no.”
“Then it’s not your fault.”
He put down the papers and looked at his butler. A pool of wisdom. Calmness spread as he was looking into his wrinkled but lively eyes.
“You know I got troubles accepting that,” he remarked and took the cup.
“That’s why I keep reminding you of that.”
He thought about his nightly encounter again.
His hair had been neatly combed back, shining in that luscious green, his face gleaming with excitement, his eyes devouring him when he looked up at him from the floor after he had made him fall. Pure admiration. He had failed to see that.
He now regretted having treated him so brutally, but on the other hand, he knew that he had just been going for that.
There had been a moment when he had been unsure about what to do, whether to stay in character and just beat him up until he would escape, which also meant that he would have had to rely on him wanting to escape, or whether to extend their relationship to their familiar roles as well.
He admitted that his arousal had taken the upper hand and so he had taken his anger out on him, that way getting what he needed to leave in peace and also teaching him a lesson.
And he knew that he was able to take it. Whether he was willing to take that all was another thing but body-wise, he was sure he could bear it.
He wondered what he would be doing right now.
The butler got up and left him. He switched on the TV to watch some news since he wasn’t into reading more of it anymore.
As he was lost in thoughts there was a news flash, breaking news about an explosion in the rich district of Gotham. Apparently, there had been an explosion in the Fields district. No one had been killed; though, everything within a radius of 500 metres was dipped in purple colour. It had exploded at a location where he knew about the mafia storing their dirty money and when he saw the place in detail he burst into laughter.
“I am pleased to see that you are already feeling better. May I know what cheered you up?”
“It’s just the news,” he mumbled into his cup before he emptied it. He had been trying to get those men arrested for a very long time, but they were never seen, neither in daylight nor at night time and no one would say a word about them.
Licking the coffee from his lips, he squinted his eyes. Why had he never thought of that or at least of something similar? It was the first time that he admired the Joker for his craziness.
Further investigations about that explosion would reveal their business so the public would get to know about their crimes. Secondly, they had lost all their money now and they would have to go on a caper and the Batman would be there to greet them finally.
Smirking, he watched the chief officer talking.
Why hadn’t he teamed up with him earlier? The Joker was capable of doing things which were even too shady for the Batman, and still alright. His smirk grew; he felt excited. That was worth another cup of coffee.
“Al, can you bring me another cup?”
“Yes, Master Bruce.”
Suddenly, he regretted having treated him like that. Thinking about the circumstances, he understood that he had misjudged him. He would have to apologize.
And he already saw him getting hard at that.
Though, he was glad he had given him some things to think on; some very physical things. After all, he had come for those as well. The wounds wouldn’t heal till the day when he would meet him again. He was already looking forward to that.

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