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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
Summary:
The Joker manages to escape from Arkham (to all our greatest surprise!) and returns to his sanctuary where he troubles and teases his favourite victim.
Welcome to the House of Fun.

The house of fun

With an aching cheek, I fell asleep that night. I could sleep. The ghosts were gone, the echoes gone silent; I had seen and heard the real man talking.
Nightcut had visited me again and asked me what had happened but I hadn’t said anything. I was done with him and everyone of this nuthouse.
I pursued my plan and eventually stopped eating again until the head visited me. Lying on my bed, trying to look as pathetic as possible, which wasn’t too difficult at all, I curled up and whispered: “Please, I’m feeling terrible.”
Good morning miss
Can I help you son?
“I have just come to check on you.”
Sixteen today
And up for fun
“I never thought,” I said, turning around and looking him straight in the eye, “that I would ever say that, but it helps me so much. I can see clearly, it reveals things which have been hidden from me all my life before. I’m glad I can get that treatment.”
I'm a big boy now
Or so they say
With every word of praise he grew. It was the second time after my man’s visit that I had asked for that treatment; I was very patient.
He turned around and left the cell, inviting me to do the same. During the last two weeks, I had tried to be as lethargic and appear as devoid of hope as possible; a desperate wimp. He was taken in by my show and now allowed me to follow him without handcuffs or other ties. Soon, I had found out that I could take him by his pride, his arrogance and belief that he was superior. In fact, that was reserved for me only and he wasn’t fit to hold a candle to me.
I walked behind him, entered the electro room and lay down. He gave me the gag and then put the electrodes on my head. I was as calm as ever. Trust made him forget to add the straps and I had just waited for the time he would forget that. He turned around to set the controls and as silently as possible, I got up behind his back, having removed the electrodes from my head already.
Never turn your back on me. Just never.
So if you'll serve
I'll be on my way
When he was done he turned around; for a second I indulged in his shocked face, then I put the pads on his cheeks and reached for the switch. Before he could take them off I had switched it on.
What a sight.
It gave me a smile.
Hungry for more, I increased the voltage and a joyful squee escaped me at watching his eyes popping out.
Then, I proceeded to switching it on and off in a merciless rhythm, singing along.
“Glo” on
“ry” off
“Glo” on
“ry” off
“HALLELUUUUJAH” on
Welcome to the house of Fun!
And once again.
I stretched the lujah to the maximum and then switched it off for good. He couldn’t take as much as I. Chuckling, I undressed the bleeding jerk then and put on his coat. Since he was a lot shorter it barely grazed my calves but who cared. The key ring I needed was just in his left pocket.
For good bye, I gave him a kick and a good laugh.
“You’ll never stop me.”
In passing, I let a scalpel slid into my pocket.
Box of balloons
With the feather-light touch
I pushed the door open and stepped outside. Taking a deep breath, I straightened the coat and started moving, heading for the guard’s room.
At this time of the day, there were always at least four of them lying around there. And so it was. All of them jumped from their seats when they saw me.
“Hello ladies!”
Two of them reached for their tasers but I was faster, cutting the throat of the first one already while the second one was still trying to get it out of the holster. When the poor guy sank down on the floor with a gushing throat I grinned at him, though, it didn’t throw him and when he finally held the device in his hand I was just a meter away from him.
Pack of party-poppers
That pop in the night
He tasered me. Compared to the electroshocks at room 6 they were a warm breeze. I pretended getting grilled and let myself fall down, twitching. While one of them was trying to save their colleague Jonnory the other two bent down to look at me.
“How could that happen?”
“You should get the head here, and tell the other guards.”
One of them turned around to get the phone, but I reached out and cut his Achilles tendon. With a scream, he fell down and I got up just to butcher the third idiot who had managed to get his gun ready finally. He pressed it against my forehead but I boldly took the barrel and pushed it aside; he was one of those who’d never shoot.
A kick into his stomach sent him backwards and I took the gun from his hand and shot the one who was already unable to walk into his other leg. Then I killed the gunslinger with a head shot.
A toothbrush and hairspray
Only then, surrounded by whimpering and whining men, I realized that there was a fourth man standing in the back of the room, just a few meters away. He was leaning against a metal cupboard, arms crossed in front of his chest, watching me with an amused expression.
It was one of the men who had kept me down when they had brought me to my cell after my faked suicide the first day, the one who had claimed that he liked me.
I took a few steps towards him; his expression didn’t change. He had my respect.
“You got some neapolitan ice cream cake with raspberries flambé left?”
He smirked at me, showing me his teeth.
Plastic grin
“You’re not going to tell on me when I leave now?”
He pursed his lips, hiding his teeth, still looking at me with these eyes.
I smirked back, then turned around.
“The world needs more guys like you,” I said and shot the cripple-legged man in the face.
I put the gun into the pocket and walked past the other cells where the screaming lunatics where running in circles. When I heard some noise from the other side of the corridor I started runing, turning the corner and down that corridor as well till I reached the bureau section. I entered one of the bureaus and sat down behind the desk, putting my feet on the table.
Miss Clay on all corners
Has just walked in
Letting my eyes wander across the desk, I noticed a framed picture. Daddy and his little girls.
I remembered the pictures on the stone-framed fireplace at his house. Family was a nice thing if it was the right one.
I took the picture and threw it against the wall. The glass broke.
Just then, my stomach growled. The sound almost made me jump; I feared they’d find me there so I pressed my forefinger against my lips and shhhh-ed it.
It was the office of one of the doctors. Surely, there’d be some files somewhere too, most likely in one of the larger drawers. I took one out, turned out to be the Riddler. That man had always been a pain in the ass to me, believing that he was the smartest man on earth. Like so many others, me included.
Licking my lips, I took a rubber and erased two words on the front of the file. Instead, I wrote down one word. Grinning with satisfaction, I put it back and took some others out of the drawer to change some more medication.
Welcome to the house of fun
Now I've come of age
Taking a deep breath and squeezing my growing hard-on back into silence I leaned back again and thought of the chaos which soon would flood the ward. Fantastic.
My work was done here and I carefully opened the door to take a look at the corridor. Silence, absence. So often, I had escaped from that locality and still, they had not updated emergency plan, still the same old idiots ruling that place and guiding their toothless sheep.
Welcome to the house of fun
Welcome to the lion's den
Soundlessly, I slipped into the next room.
Jackpot.
Nightcut.
I hurried to get to the desk and look for the letter J. I sharply sucked in the air at seeing how substantial that file was. Heaving the monster on the table, I sat down and opened it. It wasn’t just the handwriting of Nightcut; there were a few different ones, mostly short notes about sessions which I had denied. I flicked through some papers until something caught my interest.
I liked reading interpretations of my mind. Mostly, they were relatively true.
This one especially.
‘30.6.19, Monday
Conceited, pompous, histrionic.
3.7.19, Thursday
Depressed, lethargic, low motivation. – Cyclothymic disorder?
6.7.19, Sunday
Believes to be Batman. – Multiple personality?
10.7.19, Thursday
Set his mattress on fire – how could that happen?
Not that this entry was right at the beginning; it was found in the middle of the file. Every new psychiatrist tried to take his chance. I looked the first few pages up.
Schizophrenia, SHB, self-delusion, neurosis.
Apparently, I was a walking DSM edition. None of that bothered, upset or hurt me since I knew the truth anyway. Having people misfiguring me out was my pleasure.
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the house of fun
In fact, I had planned to take the file along and make it disappear forever; however, now when I read about their ideas and observations I decided to let them continue groping in the dark. Without changing anything, I put the file back to the others. Then I took a proper look at the room. One single mess. Books everywhere, papers, glasses, all kinds of things scattered across the room. I liked that.
I took a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled some words on it, then put it on the pile of papers to the right. Then I got up and left the room to get to the staff’s lavatory to lock myself in a toilet cabin. That had always been the safest place in Arkham.
I made it there without getting noticed at all. For the next hour, I sat down on the toilet lid. It was an odd feeling; the first time I had done that I had been 16, hiding there from the punks of Gotham middle school.
These days, those punks were long dead. I had personally seen to that. They had never found out who had killed them.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall. Very soon, I’d sit on warm, tight legs, getting screwed senseless.
Occasionally, I heard people passing, running, talking, but otherwise, it was silent. With my head propped up on my hand, I sat there, dreaming of a better place. Still, I didn’t want to admit that it had been myself who had done his best to fuck things up. It would always be Wayne.
N-n-n-no no miss
You misunderstood
Two hours later, I opened the door and stepped outside of the cabin. No sound. Very cautiously, I opened the door of the restroom and peered outside. No one around. Confidently, I stepped outside and headed for the exit. I knew the way very well and I knew where I had to hide so no one would catch a glimpse of me. And in case someone did I would cut his throat.
One hour later, I walked out of the ward. The night was cold, but not too cold. The faint light of the stars showed me the way across the fields to the wall. I simply climbed it and jumped down on the other side. It was high, granted, but not impossible to climb. Not for me.
I disappeared in the woods then. A long time ago, they had made sure to make an escape as hard as possible and they had put signs up by the road, warning people that they shouldn’t take hitchers along since those could possibly be escaping patients. It would have been easier to take the street but I didn’t want to get caught. By no means. Thus, I made it through the woods, taking hours, yet, being safe.
When I finally arrived at the door of Wayne Manor I stopped and took a deep breath. Just for the record, I tried the door handle to see whether it was locked; I didn’t want to be one of those fools who’d climb the window when the front door wasn’t locked at all.
It was locked. However, that door mat had not been there at all when I had visited him those three times. Bluntly, I lifted it and grabbed the key. Good man.
As silently as I could, I unlocked the door and entered, hurrying to lock it again behind me in case any overly motivated Arkham guard would come along and spot me there.
Inside, finally. Looking into the darkness in front of me made a smirk rise. I had had enough time to plan my return and I was gleefully looking forward to it. As much as I wanted to storm his bed and rape him, I had to concentrate now. I was going to give him a warm welcome.
I spent the rest of the night wandering from one room to the other, checking for things, deducing habits, concluding and preparing some things and stuff. Then I went to the sacred chamber. As silently as possible, I opened the door of his sleeping room and entered. Good thing most rooms had a stone floor but there I had to pay attention to my steps so the wooden panels wouldn’t creak and wake him up.
The curtains were moved aside and the dim light of the moon shone into the room, lighting it up a little. When I spotted him in bed, I felt a pleasure pang in my guts.
Sixteen big boy
Full pint in my manhood
I had been thinking of him, thinking of his face, his body, but the real thing was so much more beautiful and attractive. Unaware, he lay there, sleeping, dreaming; his black hair spread across his face, fingers spread on the pillow. I took two minutes to savour the sight, barely able to keep myself from jumping on the bed and getting some sweet satisfaction.
He was lying on his side, one hand under the pillow, the other placed on it, half of his body covered by the blanket.
Bruce.
I had dreamed of the moment I would meet him again, I had thought of that moment and I had hallucinated that moment into being. How had I become so dependent on him...so dependent that my life without him was bland and even somewhat pointless. He had always been the center of my life, one way or another, but the perspective had just changed those days.
I'm up to date
And the date's today
So if you'll serve
I'll be on my way
Slowly, that awareness had taken over, claimed every corner of my mind until it had reached the center and I had to admit to myself that this man, me, I, who did give a damn about what people thought of me and who had tried hard to earn himself a bad name, suddenly faltered and turned buttery soft for a man. It didn’t matter that it was a man and not a woman; the principle was the same: I cared.
Pursing my lips at becoming aware of that once again, I took a chair and placed it beside the bed to sit down on it.
He moved, his hand wandered under the blanket and a leg showed up. Silently, I got up from the chair and tugged at the seam of the bedsheet, pulling the blanket off his body. He took a deep breath, then snuggled up to the pillow, bending his legs.
Yes, I could be a pain in the ass.
His dick was resting on top of his thighs. Fuck had I missed that thing. Smiling a lecherous smile, I unbuttoned the white coat and my pants to free my dick.
Welcome to the house of fun
Now I've come of age
The thought that he had no clue that I was just standing in front of him right now turned me on. Thursday night, just the middle of the week and I was sure he had had just another busy day, considering the many towers, businesses, stores and companies which were his. He’d have a deep sleep.
As needy as I was, inspired by this sight, I went without any foreplay, got down on my knees in front of him and just started pumping my dick. He was so close. While losing myself in that closeness I still kept an eye on his face, watching for any sign of waking.
Welcome to the lion's den
One, two three, dance with thee...I straightened myself and lightly touched the base of his dick with my forefinger and traced it along; then, having arrived at the end of it, I took the prepuce between my forefinger and thumb and rubbed it as tenderly as I rubbed my glans.
Bruce Wayne gave a sigh and turned around to lie on his back, one of his legs still bent, the other stretched out, one hand on the mattress, the other resting on his chest.
Prime position.
Temptation's on his way
I left my hard-on alone and bent over him. Eyes closed, his mouth slightly open. He looked like a cupid, a grown one, like Eros himself. Dreaming.
Carefully, I bent down, gripped his dick and dared to take his cock into my mouth. Chances were 50:50 that he would wake up, but I needed the thrill badly. He had not showered before going to bed, it let me hope that he had been very tired and spent so he wouldn’t wake up that easily now.
Salty, sweet and a little acrid, but I didn’t mind. Whatever it tasted like, it was purely him.
Slowly, I started moving my head and hand at the same time, sucking him off while jerking off. His breathing sped up soon and I let go of his dick since it was hard enough now to stand tall on its own. Once again, I took him in fully, then let it slide from my mouth and it lay down on his stomach. Perfection. What would I have given to glimpse one second of his dream now. I let my tongue touch his tip lightly and watched him twitching. As much as I wanted to see him coming, I had to leave it at that, else I’d have woken him up for good.
I got up and finished myself off, making my cum splash against his boner. It felt so good; it took a load off my body. It had been a long time, four weeks in the end, going without any sexual actions. I’d have loved to come in his ass, mouth or hands, but I was forcing myself to be patient; I didn’t want to spoil the party.
Or maybe I could get what I wanted though.
I buttoned my pants and coat and then continued stroking his dick. Although I had just come his voice sent a shiver down my spine, ending at the tip of my dick. I loved it when he was moaning in pleasure, ecstatically, so unashamed, naturally, like an animal. When his eyelids started to flutter I let go, fell down on the floor and crawled under the bed. He was breathing hard and still moaning, yet I couldn’t tell whether he was awake already and probably he couldn’t tell either.
Smirking, I lay under the bed, listening for any creaking of the slatted frame. Now it was silent and he was just panting. There it was. A sound and movement, half a meter in front of my head. Maybe he had propped himself up on his elbow or something of the like.
“God damn it...” I heard him stating that above me. He still hadn’t calmed down. To see his face, the agitation, the confusion, the lust; I was so close to showing myself and I had to close my eyes to concentrate on not giving in.
The mattress moved and he got up. With shaking legs, he left the room and just half a minute later, I left my hideout. Casually, I took the alarm clock and did the same, disappearing through the door he had not closed behind him.
I saw light shining on the stones of the corridor where I knew that the kitchen was. A special sound told me that he had closed the fridge and I hurried to hide behind a display case somewhere a little further down the aisle. The light went off and I heard him going back to his room; I couldn’t see anything since my eyes were blinded by the light and it was dark now.
When I heard the sound of a door closing I went down the corridor to look for a room where I could stay for the rest of the short night.
Eventually, I found one with sheets covering the furniture and I lifted one of those sheets and lay down on a sofa, hugging the alarm clock.

_____________

About three hours later, the alarm went off, almost making me jump from the sofa. I quickly turned it off and listened for a sound but it remained silent. Chuckling, I sat up and took the sheet off my head.
I got up and went to the door to open it, but just a bit. Alfred was up already, working in the kitchen, so the sounds told me.
Half an hour later, he entered the corridor and I peered through the slit of the door, watching him opening his Master’s door. I clutched at my mouth to keep the laugh inside and listened for the next few hours.
Welcome to the house of fun
“Sir, you are late! I think you’ve got a meeting at 8am and it is 7!”
Bruce Wayne opened a sorry eye and peered at the butler, not understanding at all.
“What?”
“Sir! You’re still in bed, you should be having breakfast already!”
“Which day?”
“Friday!”
The butler was getting angry.
“Now Sir, please, if you don’t want to be late you should get up finally!”
“A meeting? Why...I got the alarm clock, why...”
He reached for the clock and his fingers hit the wood of the bedside table.
“Where...”
Laboriously, he lifted his head and inspected the empty spot.
“Darn it, Alfred! Where the heck is the clock?!”
“Master Bruce, how should I know where you put it, get up now!”
“Geez, yes, man...gonna take a shower. Prepare the coffee meanwhile.”
“Please.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
I'm sorry son
But we don't stock
Party gimmicks
In this shop
The butler rolled his eyes and left to prepare the coffee and Bruce Wayne got up from the bed, fondled his morning boner silent and then was about to take the first step of the day when he noticed that his pubes were clotty. Looking down at his crotch brought the memories of the night back which made him smirk.
With a smug smile, he went to the bathroom and had his morning piss in a seated position. He was too tired than to throw his weight around, especially if there was no audience anywhere in sight.
When he reached for the toilet paper he reached into emptiness. There was just the empty role on the pole. Sighing, he reached behind him to get a full one from the toilet tank but there was none either. Now cursing, he wiped his dick dry with his hand and stepped into the shower tub.
“Master, Bruce, are you making some progress?” the butler was heard through the door.
“I’d be making more progress if there just was some fucking toilet paper left!” his Master replied, noticeably annoyed. Presented with so many adversities, his dick had already given up and retreated. Sighing again, his Master gave his pubes an extra wash to get the dried cum out of them and then tended to his head hair.
After ten very short minutes of a wet break he stepped out of the tub and dried his body with a towel.
He disappeared in his dressing room and showed up in jeans and shirt again. His butler didn’t approve of that since he had expected him to be dressed appropriately already since, surprise, he was late. Yet, he didn’t say anything.
Bruce Wayne hurried to take a seat and just when he had sat down he jumped from the chair again, feeling for the seat of his pants.
“Alfred! Why’s the seat wet?!”
“What?”
“The seat! I sat down and it’s wet there!” he repeated and looked at his hand, not quite believing what he was feeling either.
Try the House of Fun
It's quicker if you run
“Must’ve spilled the coffee there, I’m sorry, Master Bruce...”
“Darn it to hell!!!”
With these words, he left the kitchen and returned, then minutes later, dressed in his business suit.
He sat down again and took the sugar dispenser to sweeten his coffee. When he turned it upside down the top of it fell off and spilled its content over his coffee. Bruce Wayne freaked out then.
With rage sparkling eyes, he threw the small glass against the wall and got up to whirl out of the room, yelling: “Holy motherfucker, I guess I can only have some peace at work today, goddarnit!!!”
“MASTER BRUCE!!!”
“FUCK YOU!!!”
This is a chemist
Not a jokers' shop!
I leaned against the door, tears streaming down my cheeks which already hurt from the strain. He was on his way to work now, having given up Wayne Manor. When I heard them walking towards the front door, I opened my door a little more and could watch him getting dressed for leaving. I didn’t hear what their debate was about but it took quite some time until he left, having the butler following him outside. He didn’t lock the door so I took it that Bruce Wayne was going by himself.
On tiptoes, I hurried to get to the door to be there when Alfred would return. Expectantly, I waited there, looking down at my shoes, up my coat, noticing some stains on it.
The sound made me look up, looking straight into the eyes of a man who had expected everything but what he saw now. With his fingers on the door handle, he froze, eyes wide in surprise and even a little fear. Benevolently, I grinned at him.
Party hats
“You,” he finally spat out. His eyes wandered down my coat and I knew that his eyes got stuck at the nasty blood stains. For a long time, they lingered on the red, then they met mine again. He took a deep breath and his mind visibly got used to the idea of having me around.
“Coffee?” he asked with a voice as nonchalant as that one of the Buddha himself.
“I’m dying for some,” I replied, still grinning.
He closed the door behind him and passed me, going to the kitchen. There, I sat down next to his Master’s place. I wasn’t up for provocation at all; I wanted to get him on my side rather. He poured me and himself a cup of coffee and then sat down as well, right in front of me.
I added some sugar to my coffee, stirred heavily, took a sip and then looked at him.
“If you hurt him you will leave immediately, I will see to that, be assured,” he snarled, opening fire.
Simple enough clear
“I don’t seek to hurt him,” I replied calmly, tilting my head a little.
“I don’t approve of you being here. In my sight, you are just low filth.”
Comprehend savvy understand
“What a disarming honesty,” I grinned at him, grinning to hide my hurt pride. No, I wasn’t beyond praise and criticism, you could still hurt me with words. And he knew that it had struck home.
“But I see how much he has changed during that time and I approve of that. Know that you are just a means to me, nothing more.”
“I can live with that,” I replied dryly. That probably was the greatest concession I could get from him.
He moved the spoon around in his coffee, looking a little sour. I couldn’t help chuckling to myself. Eventually, he took the spoon out of the cup and put it on the table, then looked up at me.
“I just wonder why out of all these honourable women and men of Gotham, why it had to be you.”
“I can’t help it,” I snorted, unwilling to put up with his derogatory words any longer, “maybe it’s because no one else knows him as well as I do.”
“Oh Mister, what actually is your name? I will not consent to calling you Mister Joker.”
“Call me Snake.”
“I should have known better,” he said with a sigh, “but you are kidding me. I know a handful of people who know him as well as you think you know him.”
“Really? You included, I guess. Well, why does he smoke pot?”
His eyes told me that he was tired of this kind of conversation, that he was identifying my jokes and tropes and terribly annoyed at finding me continuing with them.
“Because he thinks he can rebel in a socially acceptable way by doing so.”
“Wrong.”
“How would YOU know…”
“Why? Cause I try to understand him.”
My words hit home, I could see that.
“He’s lonely,” I added smugly, “Lonely. You’re not enough; you’re just his father figure. He needs someone by his side.”
“I could have just said something like that as well, that doesn’t show me that you know him at all,” he snarled.
“Whatever. Just accept it.”
He gave me the evil eye, clearly up for another round.
“How did you meet at all? Or, how come you…”
He licked his lips and looked down, then up at me again. I was not going to help him and put these words into his mouth.
“Well, how come you ended up having sexual intercourse with him?”
“You mean, how I ended up fucking him?”
“Yes.”
“Just for the record, your Master Bruce fucks me.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. We’d become awesome friends, he just didn’t know about that yet.
“In fact, he likes it when I-“
“Thank you! Thanks for your bloody explanations; sadly, I can just imagine,” he growled, clenching the spoon.
Do you hear?
I had never seen him angry. Thus, I found it amusing and showed him so by a wide grin. When he noticed that his face turned a little redder even, but he said no more word. I took a deep breath and crossed my legs, leaned back and took the cup.
“How awful it must be to have your nemesis comfortably sitting on the kitchen bank with a cup of freshly ground coffee, knowing that this sorry ass regularly gets penetrated by the dear boy you have raised and brought up to become a model citizen and primo businessman, always believing that he once would bury his extraordinarily long dick in a hot chick’s-“
The coffee was hot enough to burn off my eyelashes. Hotness exploded on my skin as he had thrown the coffee in my face. I forced myself to keep my hands where they were and to wait a minute, then I wiped it off my eyes and opened them.
The butler was standing by the sink, washing his cup and some parts of the coffee machine.
“Can’t take a joke, eh?” I called over, drying my face with the coat, getting even more stains on it.
A pack of party hats
“That was no joke, you sick lunatic!” he yelled, turning around with dripping hands.
I gave a short laugh, “Haah, you’re right. It wasn’t, this time.”
“You are just a bloody obnoxious creature! If it wasn’t for the good of Master Bruce I would have poisoned you already and watched you dying a painful death with froth at your mouth, internal bleedings, vomiting black bile!”
“Oh be my guest,” I said with a charming smile.
“Just get out of my eyes, you unholy beast!”
With the coloured tips
“As you please,” I stated and got up, took the coffee with me and went to the living room to switch on the TV. I knew that I would annoy the living daylights out of him by that, taking great delight in upsetting that man since in the end, he had been the one who had sent me to Arkham. And knowing that I was the protégé of Bruce Wayne just allowed me talk big without fearing any consequences at all. Except burnt eyelashes maybe.
While watching a fat man explaining how to properly prepare roe deer for cooking, I smiled at thinking of the old hag. Of course he just wanted the best for his boy, yet, he wouldn’t understand that I was the best. Considering my past it was close to impossible to believe in me meaning well for him, but I was serious about it. I had given up my life for him.
As my eyes slid across the room I noticed the bar area. I decided then to help myself.
Too late!
Gorgon's heard gossip
Six hours later, Bruce Wayne returned from his meeting. Mr. Agassy had visited him as well, insisting on talking about his plans before the weekend and then, Mr. Supershores had come as well, “just dropping by to bring the statistics”. It had turned into a two hour talk in the end.
Tired, demotivated and lovesick as always, he undressed to get back into his jeans and shirt and went into his office room to pour himself a drink.
With a green ribbon in his hand, he emptied it and poured himself another one which he took along to the desk. He sat down in his luxurious leather swivel chair and sighed.
“Fuck where are you,” he said into the silence.
Pursing his lips in resignation, he leaned back and sipped his drink.
“Saturday’s coming, where are you...”
Well hello Joe, hello Miss Clay
He took a deep breath, emptied the glass and then prepared to take care of the paperwork patiently waiting for him on his desk. Flicking through some pages, he sighed for the twentieth time and absent-mindedly reached for a pen to his right. Finding nothing but empty space, he looked at the spot to convince himself of his correct perception. No pen.
He searched the entire desk for a writing device, opened drawers, more drawers, shoving more paper aside until his eyes grew and his jaw grinded against his upper teeth.
“Oh bloody hell!!! ALFRED!!!”
Two minutes later, Alfred appeared.
“Yes, Master Bruce?”
“Can you just get me a pen?”
“Master Bruce, are you telling me that in this holy chaos of yours, you are unable to find a pen?”
“Yes,” he replied, his voice quivering with anger, “and if you don’t go, immediately, to get me one I will just turn the entire house upside down and piss on the floor right now!”
“Good Lord,” his butler mumbled and left again.
“I dunno who’s worse by now,” the butler kept grumbling, going back to the kitchen to get himself a pen. He passed the green-haired man who was holding his nose and pressing his lips together to keep himself from bursting into laughter and just took a rollerball from a drawer.
“Fuck you,” he stated when he passed the man again and went back to the office to hand it over.
“Al, I said a pen.”
“Sorry, Master Bruce, we are out of pens.”
He sighed and took it from his butler’s hands. It would do for now.
With overwrought nerves, Bruce Wayne tended to the paperwork again, signing here, crossing things out there, taking some notes anywhere. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that for much longer anymore; he already had to force himself to tend to his business which usually was natural for him, like eating, sleeping, tending to the business thing.
After the second page of that contract he looked up, let his eyes slide across the room and stopped at the small cupboard by the left.
He was sure that Alfred had missed the recently installed secret stash when he had cleansed the house of alcohol. Highly motivated to get his brains screwed, he got up and went to the cupboard. He opened it and reached behind the board. Feeling something cold, he smirked to himself. That was all he needed. He freed the bottle from the cupboard and boldly took a swig. Liking what he tasted, he took another one. Liking even more what he tasted at second attempt, he took the bottle along to the desk and sat down again, yet, safely storing it on the floor in case his butler would bolt in.
With a numbed mind, he took the contract to read through it again and he was sure he would make the wrong decision in the end, but that didn’t matter anymore.
It never came to that.
With a loud bang, the doors hit the walls and strutting in came a tall man with green hair, dressed in a formerly white coat.
I had been waiting for that moment when he seemed to be at his wits ends. That day had been enough to move him a little closer to madness. But just a little.
With a smirk from one ear to the other I strode along, making the white coat swing around my legs in a delicate way.
Bruce Wayne looked up and his mouth dropped. He took off his glasses, then he got up and with wide eyes came walking towards me like a man seeing a ghost.
Many happy returns from the day
The impact of our reunion almost sent me to the floor, hadn’t he pulled me back into his embrace. That one moment revealed everything to me. He had retrieved his life, so it seemed. However, he wasn’t the only one who turned emotional at seeing his lover again; I couldn’t help it either.
Our lips met in purest passion, quickly moving, greedily touching everything they could just reach, our tongues meeting and making themselves at home in the other’s mouth again. Just then, I felt his hand on my buttocks, squeezing as passionately as he was just biting down on my lips and I couldn’t withstand that temptation and did the same, bringing my hand to his ass and fondling it. I did not consider myself too good than to show my emotions at all; I needed that as much as he seemed to need it, that long time we had been forced to spend without the other, in darkness, in doubts, in pain, even in madness now had an end. One moment could change a life.
I formed his name with my lips, breathing it into his mouth and he responded to that by pulling me closer again, pressing his crotch against mine. He kissed me for another time, then, quite abruptly, he took my chin and drew back a little so there was some space between our faces.
Then, I saw the beauty.
His dark eyes were glued to mine, exploring them, then wandering down, caressing my nose and my lips with nothing but attention, my cheek bone, my hair and back to my eyes again. He seemed rapt with what he saw, of what he knew that it was his. His appreciation, his worship made me feel wobbly inside; if that meant so much to him it must have been true. Closing my eyes and smiling an indulgent smile, I gave him some moments to let it all sink into his mind, then I lifted my hand and touched his crotch.
Welcome to the house of fun
Now I've come of age
His grip tightened and I drew a gasp from him while he jerked backwards. What a beautiful creature. I laid my hand on his dick and broadened my smile to a smirk. He couldn’t resist. Confidently, he caught my hand between his and my dick and almost squeezed it numb.
That man had been suffering, clearly.
To worsen his state some more, I took a step back and gave his dick another squeeze and he gasped and put his hand on mine, torn between trying to get my hand off his genitals or squeezing as well.
Welcome to the house of fun
Welcome to the lion's den
“Been a long time, what?” I sneered, slightly moving my fingertips like playing a song on his dick.
“Too long,” he rasped, took my hand and pulled on it so that I stumbled back into his embrace. No chance I could keep this man from getting what he wanted.
I earned myself a bruise on my lips for my tease; he bit down and kept my head in place until he tasted blood. Just then, feeling the pain dealt by him, I realized that I had been missing that even more than his love. Driven by that primitive need, I kissed back and tried to bruise him as well, but he pursed his lips and smirked, pressing his nose against mine so I couldn’t reach him with my teeth anymore.
“You’re such a tease,” I gnarled, my dick begging for his lips.
It drew a short laugh from him before his hand wormed its way through the coat just to be a little closer to my dick. His touch made me gasp in return and close my eyes. I didn’t know for how long I could stand it anymore.
Days. Weeks. Months. I needed him too badly.
Temptation's on his way
Welcome to the house of fun
Impromptu, I violently tore at the button of his pants, tore at the fly while fending his interfering fingers off, and finally, like an octopus closing its tentacles around its prey, clutching at his naked dick. A series of lust-triggering images shot through my mind and pleasure rippled down my spine, making me pant within a second. My reaction made him chuckle and he let me do as I liked. His pants dropped to his knees and I massaged his dick under the thick cotton of his underwear while he started kissing my neck.
“Master Bruce!” I heard an ungodly voice in the distance.
I was sure that he had just been waiting for that moment to barge in on us like I had been waiting for my moment to surprise him. With a deep breath, I let go of the delightfully swollen piece and faced him. Yet, he did that before me, turning around, showing me his back and his butler his anger.
In complete silence.
I looked at the butler and when I heard no words I turned my head to look at him. Chilling cold, narrowed eyes looked poisoned daggers at the old man who had sucked in some air to continue his reproach, but who helplessly exhaled at that sight again.
For another moment, the butler stood it, then, intimidated, he turned around and left. I took advantage of the situation and approached him from behind, quickly back at kneading his dick through the fabric again.
“Lovely, Master Bruce, lovely,” I crooned into his ear, smirking, because I knew that his cold eyes would hit me in a second. And so they did. When he turned around he pulled my hand out of his underpants and jostled me towards the desk till I hit it with my ass. He reached past me and just when I realized what he was about to do he did it. One smooth move from the collar to the seam and the pretty white coat had been cut open, buttons falling to the floor as he had cut some thread as well.
When I looked up I found him smirking a worrisome grin. Cold metal made me gasp as he pushed the scissors past the waistband of the ward pants; another snip and they fell to the floor. He looked down and pursed his lips, chuckling to himself. Found guilty, I looked down as well just to see that pretty rose blooming.
His fingers lightly touched the petals. I could barely keep myself from going for him. He moved his fingers through my pubes, making me lose all reason. To feel and to see his hand touching me after such a long time of abstinence made me go wild. I was breathing hard just from his touch and I let myself fall; I wasn’t ashamed of myself anymore.
He traced my dick down to the tip, then gave it a nudge with his forefinger and leaned in. I expected him to kiss and nibble my ear so I closed my eyes and smiled.
“Get a shower, then you can get your fuck,” he whispered into my ear.
I opened my eyes again, feeling my pride suffering.
“What, am I insulting your olfactory nerves?” I replied sourly, butthurt from the fall from cloud nine.
“I insist,” he whispered and then bit my ear while giving my tip an encouraging squeeze.
“You get me all worked up, begging, fucking begging for your prick in my ass and then you send me off to shower?”
“Exactly.”
I could see how much pleasure he drew from prick-teasing me. Sighing, I stepped out of my pants, shed the coat and went to the shower, trying to wiggle my ass as teasingly as possible in return. I knew I just turned him on as much as he was making me hard.
When I left the room I threw the door shut. If I was going to suffer he would be going to suffer as well. Casually, I strode towards the bathroom, hoping to meet Alfred on the way as my dick happily bounced up and down.
Yet, he had made sure to be as far away as possible and I met no one on the corridor than my needy self. Fuck him. I’d just jerk off in the shower. Determined to deprive him of the joint fun I closed the door behind me and stepped into the shower tub. Scowling, I turned on the water and closed my eyes. The few occasions I had been allowed to shower at Arkham had been more hell than enjoyable, either having them hosing me down with ice cold water or when I was lucky and those other guys were in charge, being allowed to shower in the filthy wet room where the water was just as cold.
I lifted my head and let the warm water run down my face. Freedom only exists in your head, they said, but I was of a different opinion. I rather enjoyed it if I really was free to do what I pleased and didn’t need to cling to a theoretical concept of freedom in my head.
Bruce Wayne would need to pay extra for the water bill this month.
After an eternity of warmth falling gently on my head I examined the shower gel collection on the shelf.
Luxor. For the smart businessman who earns a million bucks a day.
Amaryllis. For the jungle in our chest.
Opium. For the woman.
Chocolate and Leather. For the brave.
WonderWeed. For the alternative way of saying Fuck you.
MountainMist. For the mystery within.
Sounded...mysterious. I took it and dropped a generous amount of it on my hand to spread it on my body. To be on the safe side, I added some Opium as well.
Welcome to the house of fun
And indeed, it smelt mysterious.
Back in high spirits, I massaged my dick, making it smell all mysterious as well. Gently, I cupped my balls then and spread my ass cheeks to add some mysterious touch to that spot as well. Again, I turned on the water and abandoned myself to the vice of the wilful waste of liquid. After another 10 minutes I just wanted to take a look at the shampoo collection when the door sprang open and a furious Wayne entered.
Act three.
Since he was naked I missed all his angry words and just concentrated on the beauty of his body until he tore at the shower tub door and stepped in as well.
Instantly, I was pushed against the wall and a hard dick pressed against my entry. Mysteriously.
Fingers tightly gripped my dick and I almost sank to the floor, overwhelmed by that gorgeous feeling.
Now I've come of age
Two fingers were pushed in and I silently moaned against the tiles, having been dreaming of that moment for so long. He made short shrift of it and pressed the fingers against the tender tissue, spreading it while he breathed into my ear that I was a darned asshole. I liked my Wayne like that, horny and harsh.
After some violent attempts to stretch it to the right size he removed them and shoved the tip of his dick in. I opened my mouth to gasp, but he filled it with his fingers, making me taste my own shit.
It was then when I decided to not leave him alone for longer than a week anymore; he’d just come up with strange ideas if he was on his own for too long.
Disgusted by the taste, I turned my head away and caught a glimpse of his smirk. Just then, he shoved the rest in and I exhaled a moan, feeling his hardness displacing the sensitive tissue of my colon. I enjoyed every second of it, every shade of emotion that feeling evoked, every inch of skin which got touched, every molecule which was in the air, speaking of mysteries yet to be discovered.
Welcome to the house of fun
Welcome to the lion's den
“I missed you,” he breathed into my ear and wound his arms around my body, embracing me like a child embraced its mother. He kissed my neck, then he drew back and pushed it in again, still holding me.
I forgot everything. The world around me faded as I closed my eyes and I abandoned myself to his tender care.
Gently rocking back and forth, he brought me close to orgasm within a minute and I tensed up to keep him from moving.
“I can’t hold back anymore,” I huffed, my cheeks burning from the heat and my dick leaking already. Sometimes, I didn’t need more than an image to cling to in order to come. A few strokes and you’d have me yelling with release. Also this time, thinking of him screwing me, thinking of his dick sliding in and out of my ass was enough to drive me over the edge.
When he closed his fingers around my dick my knees gave way and I commented the assault by releasing a long moan.
“Say please”
Temptation's on his way
I smirked and turned my head to let him see my eyes. When I was sure that he was looking, I closed them and concentrated on swallowing that smirk. He held perfectly still.
Slowly, I opened them again and gave him the most honest, pleading look I was capable of.
“Please, Bruce”
He flexed his fingers and he took a deep breath, obviously forcing himself to not come at the mere words and images either.
“Make me cum,” I added, my voice shaking at trying so hard to hold back. It was no lie, no fake, no pretence; he made me beg and despair.
I could see him enjoying the sight for another moment before he started pumping my dick and moving again and it did barely take half a minute and I pressed my hands and forehead against the wall and came, panting hard and loudly. The contractions of my ass made him come as well and he made our bodies join again, bringing his lips to my ear and fuelling my orgasm by his passionate moans.
Salvation.
Welcome to the house of fun
He left first then, leaving me behind in a purple cotton wool cloud. Eventually, I managed to take another mini shower and finally left the tub as well. When I was done I left the bathroom, naked. He was waiting outside, dressed already.
“Gotta get you some clothes now, I think.”
“If you don’t want to scare your butler with my massive dick then you better get me some, yes.”
He turned around and I followed him to the room with the cupboards. He opened one of them and started rummaging through the stuff. With crossed arms, I watched him, leaning against the cupboard. I was sure he wouldn’t just give me some pair of jeans and a shirt.
Eventually, he handed me over a pair of jeans and immediately disappeared in the cupboard again. Pursing my lips, I put them on, only to find out that they didn’t end above but below my hips. I took a deep breath and looked down, then twisted my head to get my buttocks into view.
“Like em?”
His words made me hurry to face him again. Pure mischief was in his eyes. I had never felt that evil aura yet. That time apart really had changed us when in all honesty, it felt like I had become more like him and he had become more like me.
“A little tight,” I stated neutrally.
“Good. Your tee.”
I took the piece of clothing from him and put it on. A simple slim-fit black tee.
“You know...undies would have been the hit,” I remarked.
“I’m out of them, they’re in the dirties,” he smirked back.
“Sure,” I replied and tugged at the tee to keep it from sticking to my nipples.
I could see how pleasing that sight was for him. His eyes ascended from my legs to my face, finally.
“You need to get a haircut.”
“Anything else?” I snapped back with an angry voice. I started to feel like a protégé, which, in fact, I was. Though, I wasn’t pleased with that at all. Snorting, I turned around and was about to leave the room when he hugged me from behind.
“Godawful Jones, let me tease you for a bit, you haughty asshole,” he whispered into my ear, grinning, “I’ve had no one to talk to for months.”
“Your own fault.”
He made me move into his arms when he rubbed my nipple hard.
“ Youy acted the butthurt dramaqueen, not I,” he continued.
“Know why? Cause I love you.”
With these words, I left his embrace and got out of his sight. Maybe that would bring him back down to earth. He was just a pain in the ass that way. I went to the kitchen to get me another cup of coffee but he followed me, continuing his seduction in the cooking place.
Alfred sat in his small room a few meters away and tried very hard to concentrate on the sentences he had just been reading for the third time. The chuckling and shrieking drove him mad, especially since he knew that half of those were coming from his master.
Clenching his teeth, he got up and kicked the door shut. He would have to accept it, eventually. To his displeasure, the noise lasted for longer than he had expected it to.
A few hours later, we went to bed, together. Something was wrong, slightly wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was. Maybe it was just the fact that we hadn’t seen each other for too long; too many pent-up emotions, too many unsaid words by then.
As I lay in bed, trying to solve the riddle of Wayne, he hugged me gently. Just some moments later, I fell asleep.
When I woke up again I was alone. Daylight, empty room. With a deep breath, I got up and got dressed, then wandered into the kitchen where the butler was preparing lunch, dinner or breakfast, no idea.
“Good morning, Sir. Had a rough night?” he greeted me with his stupid dialect before I could sit down by the table.
“The party in my pants is over. Where is he?”
“Master Bruce had to attend a meeting. Apparently, he chose to let you sleep.”
“What’s the time now?”
“4.”
I took a deep breath again and put my chin on the table. I felt like a servant, waiting for his master to come home and find him waiting on the bed, naked, ready to get fucked. It was degrading.
“Can I have some coffee?”
Wordlessly, he prepared a cup for me. I cleared my throat and couldn’t push those thoughts away at all. What had happened to my life? What had happened to me? I was sitting in the kitchen of Wayne Manor, waiting to be served a cup of coffee by Bruce Wayne’s Cockney butler, dressed in Bruce Wayne clothes, much too tight, I had to mention that, waiting for Bruce Wayne to return home. For a second, I felt the unconquerable need to get up and leave.
The next second, I remembered those feelings when I was alone, separated from him. More unbearable than being here, in fact, so I stayed where I was, fighting that fight in silence until he brought me that cup.
I must have looked so miserable that he sat down to take a proper look at me.
“Yeah, you like that, huh, seeing me like that,” I snarled, voicing my misery so it might get better that way.
“In fact, no, Sir.”
I tasted some coffee, then I looked up at him and then back at the black puddle on the table.
“I’ve tried to end it. He’s tried to end it. Hasn’t worked out. So maybe it works out this way.”
He placed his chin on his folded hands and kept staring at me.
“You just couldn’t leave each other alone in hate either,” he mumbled.
“No, we couldn’t. I couldn’t.”
I spent drinking the cup in silence, having him looking at me. Whatever he saw, I didn’t care. I knew that I didn’t need to talk to reveal myself.
Eventually, I wandered to the living room to switch on the TV and distract myself from the scary truth. Animals eating animals, people cooking animals, animals fucking animals, just until he returned home. I was about to jump from the sofa and run towards him when my pride kicked in and I remained seated, waiting for him to greet me. And so he did. When he called for me I looked at him, his presence instantly raising my spirits.
He changed his clothes, then joined me on the sofa.
“Just in time for the news.”
He looked at the TV while I kept looking at his face. I had missed that sight and everything which was behind those eyes.
Suddenly, slowly and without me being aware of it, the corners of my mouth rose.
“...the incident at Arkham. After the bloody massacre, the Joker is still missing, the police is looking for any relevant information...”
I watched his smile dropping. Mine grew. Time for some turmoil, I was totally up for that after that boring day. He stared at the screen for some more moments till he faced me with a look like fallen from grace.
“What have you done?”
My smirk broadened and I tried to look as innocent as possible at the same time.
“Can’t help being me,” I replied with a shrug, looking back at the TV. Bloodstained walls. This was the time when I could defeat him and get back on top again. The reign of Bruce Wayne, come to an end.
“What did you do?!”
“I just killed those who deserved it,” I tried to calm him down but instantly realized that that attempt had gone terribly wrong when he eyed me.
He said nothing for so long until I started to feel awkward and that really meant something. Just his tiny pupils looking holes into my eyes.
“That’s inacceptable. You can’t just...”
“Just what?”
“Run around and kill people!”
“Why?”
“Cause-“
He went silent, understanding that I had him by the balls.
“Cause you’re my partner now?” I ended the sentence for him.
The silence told me that I was right. I might have been bedlam, but I could still read people.
“That means that it was alright to kill people when I had not been ‘your partner’?”
“No!”
“What’s it about then?”
“It’s never been alright to kill people!”
I enjoyed driving him crazy, showing him about my world.
“Not for you.”
“Not for anyone!!!”
“I am not simply ‘anyone’,” I said, trying to get him even madder.
He clenched his teeth and stared at me with wide eyes. Yes, how could that happen. How could I dare kill people when I got fucked by Bruce Wayne at the same time? Inacceptable. It wasn’t like I had to decide whether I wanted to be the Joker or his lover. Or was it that which he demanded of me?
I gave a laugh, which threw him completely, since he took it as a tease.
He got up, took my hand and forced me to get up as well. Silently, he pushed me into the sleeping room and made me sit on the bed. I tried to read his eyes, but he just wouldn’t let me see them. Whatever he was up to, it was going to be fun, I could tell that much.
Ruthlessly, he pulled the pants from my legs and the shirt from my chest.
Then, he went to some small cupboard and returned with ropes. That made me smile, instantly.
Rough, good, honest sex. I wanted to taste him when he was upset.
Without any complaint but a broad smirk, I let him tie my hands to the headboard. Also when he spread my legs and tied them to the bed frame, I let it happen. After he had safely tied me up he opened a drawer next to me and took out some lube.
A short amused snort coming from me made him look up, but he kept his cool. He spread some of it on two fingers and then bluntly pushed them through my anus. I couldn’t help the jerk, yet, when he was inside I felt the excitement growing. I could feel his trembling anger. With his teeth clenched, he made himself comfy within my ass and touched the soft walls. Yet, when I had been thinking that I knew what was coming now I was terribly wrong.
He slid his fingers further in until he touched something which reflexively made me lift my head. A slight move and I groaned.
“What the heck are you doing?” I panted. A quick glance at his face told me that his anger had made way for something I couldn’t really draw pleasure from: amusement.
“What? I can’t believe you’ve never done that,” he replied with a smirk and added more pressure to it which made me press my head against the pillows. Gently, he stroked the spot until I started writhing.
From semi-hardness to solid steel within a few moments. Though, I was slightly confused at seeing cum trickling from my dick without me coming at all.
When he saw that he bent down and licked it clean.
“Can’t we just do it the normal way?” I remarked, feeling the intense need to feel that enjoyable pain of his hard dick stretching my ass.
He just smiled at me and kept massaging the spot until I couldn’t keep calm anymore at all. Just when I was close to orgasm he stopped, removed his fingers and instead, wound a green ribbon around my dick. I recognized my green ribbon. Just that it was speckled with white stains.
“Is that my-uuh”
Too tight for my taste. But I understood that I didn’t stand a chance against him in this mood so I would have to bear it.
“Isat mine?” I repeated again, this time a little more weakly than before.
“I’ve always been keeping it close to me,” he raved.
“I can just imagine,” I said sardonically, knowing where those white spots were coming from.
He kissed my glans then and pushed the fingers back in and instantly, they were glued to that troublesome spot again. A few more strokes, a gentle squeeze and semen spilt from my dick. I was breathing hard and was just expecting the pleasure waves of orgasm when there came none. Highly confused now and even a little irritated, I lifted my head to look at him. That look of mine made him burst with laughter, but he kept his fingers inside, still stroking me there.
“You know, you can stop now. You’ve had your fun. And I haven’t,” I added with a sour whiff of disappointment. Precious cum wasted like that drove me wild.
Staring at him in disbelief didn’t change anything so I lay down again and waited for him to grow tired of it all. He seemed to be in an exceptionally creepy mood today.
I couldn’t blame him. I always was in an exceptionally creepy mood when I was around him. Patiently, I stared at the ceiling and just enjoyed being close to him.
Just when it started to get uncomfortable to the extent when it turned into painful I shifted again and tried to move in a way to get his fingers out of my ass. Panting, I tried to sit up as much as possible and deal him such an annoyed look that I hoped it would make him stop instantly.
But it didn’t.
“What the fuck are you up to?” I asked, irritated to no ends.
He pushed against the spot and I flinched in pain.
“Are you kidding me? What the-“
Another squeeze and I moaned with discomfort. Things were getting quite surreal.
When he brought his other hand to my glans and started rubbing it I couldn’t take it anymore. I tore at the ropes and tried to dodge his touch but he was determined to bring hell upon me.
“Wayne!!! What the fuck is up with you?! Can you just stop this shit?!”
He bent down and licked across my tip which made me shudder, then he just kept rubbing it with his thumb.
No use.
He had made sure to render me as immobile as possible; I could barely bend my legs nor my arms and I could do shit to keep him from that tease. Pain is so close to pleasure.
When I finally had to press my lips together to keep me from wailing I lifted my head to silently tell him that I had had enough. He noticed that and rested his fingers on the glans, looking up at me from below. A tiny movement of his thumb and I bucked and hissed in pain.
It couldn’t be that just me killing those idiots had upset him that much and let him act the prime egoist now. I liked it when he challenged me, but sex without pleasure was something I didn’t quite understand.
“Bruce,” I tried again, still panting, “Just what is wrong? Tell me!”
Another passionate rub and he had me silenced again. Whatever he was trying to prove with it, I would have to bear it. It was like he was out of his senses. A stinging pain told me that I was so sore by now that the skin of my glans was weeping. It would need days to heal.
Desperately, I tried to turn away, get my thigh between me and him, but it didn’t work out. He, noticing my attempts to spoil his fun, let go of the damaged piece and slapped me so hard that I was speechless for a minute.
I had taken many hits, many kicks, many blows, slaps as well over time, but never one like this one. Still benumbed from the meaning of that blow, I just clenched my teeth when he touched me there for one last time before he got up. The skin was stinging and I was feeling sick.
However, he left the room and I knew that things would get worse. It was like one of our sessions, only that he was serious about it this time. I had never witnessed him like that.
While he was away I tried to regain my composure and get back to my usual nonchalance, and it worked, to some extent. As much as it could work out with an aching glans and an ass on fire.
Eventually, he returned with a tube in his hand. With a faint smirk, he sat down between my legs and pressed some toothpaste out of it. I snorted and tried to smirk as well, but it just turned into a pathetic smile. I felt hurt.
“What, are we going to have a little-“
He covered the tip of my dick with it, then stored it away. For three seconds, I was looking at that image in disbelief until the effect set in. A fiery, burning pain, growing worse every second, made me gasp in mental as well as physical overload.
“What are you...” I breathed, squirming and writhing in horrible discomfort, desperately trying to free my hands to wipe it off.
Narrow eyes watched me.
I threw my head back in pain; no, that wasn’t the kind of pain I usually enjoyed, not even close to that. It still got worse. Since I had already been sore it felt like it was burning all tissue, vessels and blood away.
While I tried hard to not give him the satisfaction he obviously was looking for, he sat there calmly and watched me as I broke out into a cold sweat.
“What do you want?!” I yelled at him, tearing at the ropes, losing myself in the killing sensation of uncomfortable pain. Yes, that was the moment when I lost it. Never in my life, I had been so furious, so humiliated and so hurt as to forget myself so completely. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it.
“I don’t want anything,” he replied in a very detached way. I had never seen him like that, enjoying the sight of a suffering man so coldly. It was the absolute contrary to his usual behaviour. Apparently, I had managed to piss him off very badly.
“Just punishment, nothing else. Doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
Now he drove me mad.
“What are you just trying to tell me?! Punishment what for?!”
“For the men you have killed at Arkham.”
I gritted my teeth and lay down, trying to take the pain like a man, but how could I when it was about my man parts. It was ridiculous. Punishment for the men I had killed at the nuthouse.
“They deserved it!” I screamed with big eyes, probably looking like a model madman right then, “every single one of them deserved what I did to them!!!”
“You are to judge them?”
“Yes, fucking yes!!! You know shit what they did to me there!”
“For example?”
I clenched my teeth, unwilling to talk about those things at all. Instead, I tugged at the ropes again while I tried to ignore that caustic pain. He stared at me in anger, just as furious as I.
Arkham reached out for me.
“Things which weren’t pretty,” I whispered, feeling my throat swelling at those thoughts and the feeling of just losing everything right then.
Suddenly, I felt vulnerable as fuck, tied to the bed, tortured by the man who claimed to love me and thinking of things I had hoped I had already forgotten due to the drugs and electroshocks. Tired and unable to force myself not to care, I let my head sink down and gave in, still clenching my teeth at the pain which had gotten mental now as well.
That had not been what he had aimed at. His fingers left my ass and wordlessly, he cleaned the tip of my dick with the bedsheets. I did my best to stifle a moan of pain as the unhealthy plastic molecules of the toothpaste were scraping off my skin, but he didn’t mean to be any more violent; it had to be.
When most of it was gone he bent down and gently licked it clean. His touch was soothing, feeling like utter bliss, the warm tenderness of his tongue compared to that raw sensation making me relax.
When he was done with the cleaning he took off the green ribbon, put it on the bedside table and then tended to the knots of the ties.
The moment my arms and legs were freed I immediately curled up into a ball, holding my penis in my cold hands, pressing my teeth together. I felt sore. No anger, no grudge, just pathetically sore. My teeth were chattering from the stress and I was still sweating.
Welcome to the house of fun
Now I've come of age
Soon, I felt him embracing me from behind, pressing his body against my back and ass, his hands hugging me. I let it happen. Life was just a show, a tragedy and comedy at the same time.
He gently kissed my neck.
“I hate hurting you like that.”
“Why did you do that then,” I replied with a shaky voice. I hated it when that happened, but I couldn’t help it.
“You left me no choice.”
“Ha.”
“I don’t want you to kill any more men.”
I cleared my throat and curled up some more, making him adjust his body to mine again.
“You can’t change me,” I said dryly. Just for the fuck of it.
“Then I gotta do that again.”
“It’s just my nature, you can’t change me at all.”
All I was capable of were spitting words and even those failed to hammer it home to him as I would see soon. It was silent for a few moments during which he kissed my skin again and fondled my neck with his nose. That was the moment when all that stress fell off like a sack of stones. I had missed the tenderness. The appreciation, the worshipping, the gentleness.
Realizing that I was just a lost, romantic fuck I closed my eyes and a sigh escaped me. I loved it when he hurt me and when he took pleasure from getting me in sexual trouble, but that had been different. Not about sex at all. I never wanted to see him like that again, he was a monster that way. One which could keep up with me.
“Can’t change me,” I repeated again, empty words by now.
He kissed my shoulder another time, then replied: “I thought I had already.”
Welcome to the house of fun
I’d endure any kind of pain for him, any kind of mood he thought he had to act out on me, any spleen, any kind of doubts and any kind of sadism he would just be capable of; any and everything of that and much more, if he just held me close. Even if I didn’t want to admit it so readily, but I had lost.
A long time ago I had lost already. But it was alright.
I had won something else in return.

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