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Jokers Wild	By : CaraAmnell Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4916 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Joker or any other DC Comics characters in this story. DC Comics do, logically enough. Anyway, if I DID own them I would probably not let them have sex with each other. Nothing against maleslash, it's just not really my thing. Writing this as gift to my girlfriend after I've lost a wager. As such she (my lovely girlfriend, Cara Amnell) has every right to publish it under her profile on here.
Description: Joker finds out Batman's big secret and plans to use it to get what he wants from him. Will the Caped Crusader be so easily manipulated? Taking place sometime before Infinite Crisis.
Joker's Wild
The green haired man was sitting alone in his warehouse hideout in Gotham City 's dock district. His thoughts were, as often of lately, on the man people called his nemesis. The man who has thwarted the best planned crimes he ever plotted. The man who has too many times to count put him away in the awful place that he just recently escaped from, Arkham Asylum.
He should by all means hate that man. That tall, dark, muscle-bound man... Through the years Joker had many opportunities to kill him. He never took them. To begin with it was a kind of strange admiration for the Batman. The man was unstoppable. He knew no fear. And yet he inspired so much fear in the city's criminals. Some even believed him to be evil spirit or a vampire. Joker knew better. Batman was very much a man. A rather beautifully shaped man actually...
There was some talk of a relationship between Batman and that irritating sidekick of his, the Boy Blunder. Joker dismissed such rumors. Batman surely needed a real man, not irritating colorfully dressed boy like Robin was. That was why he simply had to get rid of that irritating little bird. He could not let such rumors continue.
He tied the brat to some explosives and let it all blow up. Of course the Bat tracked him down after that, but he didn't kill him. He's supposed to have some code against killing, but Joker knew better; Batman was secretly thankful that the Clown Prince got rid of that boy for him. Of course it cost him a trip back to Arkham and of course the Joker escaped the place rather quickly. He always did.
It was years ago now. Since then him and the Bat enjoyed a kind of perverse game. Joker would commit some crimes, kill some people (after all that was what made life worth living, wasn't it?) and Batman would track him down and instead of stopping him once and for all he would just send him back to the Asylum.
But not tonight, the Joker thought. Tonight would be different and that was because Joker knew the Dark Knight's secret...
All those thoughts about his favorite enemy made him rather excited, more excited than he thought he was. Joker noticed a rather large bulge underneath his lavender trousers. That simply would not do. He couldn't continue plotting his master crime without a clear mind. Luckily the Joker knew a rather pleasurable way to release this tension he was feeling.
He used his gloved right hand to unzip his trousers and pull out his now rather swollen, fully erected member. The skin surrounding his cock's head was white, like the rest of his skin was ever since the accident in that chemical plant all those years ago, but the head itself was purple colored and throbbing with excitement.
Joker loved the feeling of the fabric of his gloves over his cock. It gave much more friction then just his skin. And friction felt good, oh so very good. He still needed some lubrication, so he spat in his palm and rubbed it over his bell end. He grabbed his dick tightly with his right hand and started sliding his foreskin back and forth over his now lubricated cock's head.
It felt wonderful. The rhythmic movements of his hand made him moan with pleasure. He used his left hand to play with his balls a little. They felt swollen with cum juice, just waiting to be released. His scrotum was very sensitive, but like most men he liked some slight touch and stimulation to it when he was jacking off.
He thought about what he planned for tonight, how he would bend the Caped Crusader to his will. Oh yes, the bat would finally be his and he would enjoy it too. It would be such a perfect night.
Moving his gloved hand back and forth faster and faster, he felt he was about to come. Wanting nothing more right now then the sweet release of the orgasm he continued to stroke his prick.
Faster and faster... Longer and longer strokes... After a while he felt muscles in his body constrict and he let the sperm fly out from his swollen member. It felt wonderful, but he knew that it was just a taste of what he would be feeling tonight.
When he finally came to his senses he noticed a large white stain on the leg of his trousers. Ah well, he thought, luckily I've got 10 more identical suits in my wardrobe. The pleasure he just experienced was definitively worth a pair of ruined pants.
***
Bruce just got home from another boring social gathering, a charity ball this time around. He never really enjoyed the shallow chitchat and stiff interaction expected of him at such meetings. As long as he remembered he was a loner at heart, but his dual identity required him to maintain a façade of being outgoing playboy without a care in the world and more money then he knew what to do with.
Bruce got out of the limo and told the driver that his services would not be required more tonight. He made his way towards front doors of Wayne 's manor. It was getting dark and soon it would be time for another nightly patrol of the city. He loved patrolling Gotham at night. It was the only time he could really be himself. Even when he was with other heroes in the League's headquarters on the moon he needed to watch his temper far too much for his taste. The other just didn't understand him. Sure, they were his friends and colleagues, but they weren't like him.
“Had a pleasant evening, Master Bruce?” Alfred greeted him at the door.
“You know very well I hate those kinds of gatherings, old friend.” Bruce replied.
“In deed you do, Sir. There was a letter in the mail for you today. I took the liberty to leave it on your desk in the study. Should I prepare the car for tonight as usual?”
“Please do, Alfred. I'll be down in the cave shortly”
Bruce continued inside the house as the butler moved the hands of the grandfather clock in the hall to 10:47. Wayne entered his study room and walked towards the desk. On it there was a small envelope addressed to Bruce Wayne. A lavender envelope... Why did this color seem so strange too him? He proceeded to open it and inside found folded piece of paper. On it there was some writing:
“I know who you are, Bats. Unless you want the whole world to know by tomorrow morning I suggest that you meet me in the abandoned warehouse at Kane Street tonight. Be alone and please don't bring any of your famous toys. Yours truly”
There was no signature, just a laughing clown face.
“The Joker!” Bruce thought, “Somehow he figured out my secret identity. He must have some proof and he probably prepared it so that it will be sent to newspapers tomorrow morning unless he stops it. Joker is mad, but far from stupid. I think I will require some help for this one...”
He called for his butler and told him to make a phone call to Blüdhaven.
***
Joker paced impatiently inside the warehouse. Tonight would be the night of his triumph. Tonight everyone would see that he outsmarted the Bat. Batman had no choice but to do as he was told now, unless he wanted his crime fighting career to end. Of course the Joker had no intention of letting Batman off after he did what he wanted to him. Tomorrow every major American newspaper would print news about dual life of billionaire Bruce Wayne and the Clown Prince would be free to peruse any crimes he wanted without the shadow of the Bat hanging over him. That is unless the masked man would be especially pleasurable tonight. Maybe then Joker would keep him as his personal slave. Maybe, but he would have to work hard for it.
Joker had it all planned out. The thugs he hired were placed around the warehouse to apprehend Batman as soon as he showed up and check if he indeed was alone and unarmed. Then they would lead him inside and discreetly leave so to not spoil the Joker's fun. He didn't really mind others watching him normally, but tonight was special. Tonight he would have his way with the Gotham 's famed Caped Crusader. He didn't want any interruptions.
“Boss, he has arrived. Clive and Al are checking him for hidden weapons now” one of the goons came inside the warehouse and interrupted his thoughts.
“Good, good. Cuff him and lead him inside. I don't want to hear a word from any of you for the rest of the night unless we have entire Gotham PD on our neck, understood?” Joker replied, finding it difficult to think straight from arousal.
The brutish man nodded and exited through the doors. After few moments two other men entered with rather large masked and caped man between them.
“You are sure he was alone and that he has no weapons on him?” Joker asked.
“We double checked. He's clean. I've personally handcuffed him so there is no way he will get loose.” one of the men replied
“Good. Now be a good toady and leave me alone with Bats here, would you?”
The thugs nodded and left the building closing and locking the doors behind them.
“What do you want from me Joker? Money? You know I've got money... Name the price for your silence.” Batman said, trying his best to make his voice sound confident but failing at it.
“Why would I want money from you, Brucey old pal, when I can just rob a bank whenever I want and take what I need? No, what I want from you is more of a... personal favour...” Joker replied leeringly “I want your body, Bats. I want it to do with as I please for tonight. If you are good in bed, then maybe I'll think about not releasing the scoop I got about you. Of course you'll have to cut me some slack from now on too, Brucey.”
“What guaranties do I have that you will do as you promise?”
“None. None what so ever, Bruce. But then again, what choice do you have? You are handcuffed here in my warehouse with my men posted around it. I see that you already feel excited, Bats.” Joker said pointing at the large bulge inside Batman's trunks.
“Good, since I feel rather aroused myself. I've been waiting for this night for years now. And don't pretend that you haven't fantasised about it as well. All those times you could just have taken me out, so that no more so called innocents would suffer. You couldn't bring yourself to kill a man you secretly desired, did you?”
“I don't kill if I can help it, it's part of my code...”
“Shut this pretty mouth of yours, Bruce. I've got a better use for it. Get down on your knees.” Joker commanded and proceeded to undo his trousers and dropping boxer shorts with smiley faces on them he had underneath.
“Now be a good boy and suck this boner of mine, would you? Ah and in case you get any stupid ideas in your head – see this flower on my jacket? It's filled with acid. I need only to push a hidden switch and it will spray you. Would be a shame to destroy the pretty face under your mask, wouldn't you agree? So please no teeth.”
With those words Joker shoved his raging erection into the masked man's mouth. The feeling was overwhelming. The man's mouth felt as wonderful as he dreamt it would and then some. Batman was no novice when it came to sucking dick, Joker noticed. Maybe those rumours about him and his young ward were true after all? The masked man played with his tongue over Joker's shaft sending waves of pleasure through the pale, green haired man. Of course he has had fellatio preformed on him before, but it was not even close to the levels of pleasure he felt now.
Feeling himself dangerously close to a climax Joker withdrew his manhood from Batman's mouth.
“Not so fast, my pet. I understand you want to taste my cum, but you will have to work for it a bit more. Let's see how tight that ass of yours is. I wonder, is it considered zoophilia to fuck the Bat from behind?” Joker laughed at his own joke and shoved the cuffed man toward adequately sized crate in the warehouse's corner.
“Now take off those tights of your and bend over that crate. Ah, that's right forgot that you are cuffed. No I will not uncuff you. I'm mad, not stupid, remember? Let me help you instead.” With those words joker kneeled in front of now standing Batman and started undoing his now empty utility belt. He then proceeded to pull down the black, spandex trunks it was keeping up.
Underneath he found that Batman's grey catsuit was, conveniently enough, two parted. He often wondered just what it was with some of those so called heroes that they wore their underwear on the outside. However this time he found it kind of kinky and exciting.
He pulled down the lower half of Batman's tights with his teeth and was pleasantly surprised with erected member that awaited him.
“So you are glad to see me after all, Bats?” Joker smiled and playfully let his tongue run over the other man's circumcised cock. He withdrew it almost immediately as he watched the other man quiver with pleasure.
“You'll have to wait a while for it. My pleasure first and then, if you behave yourself, perhaps it will be your turn.” With those words Joker shoved the now half naked man over the crate. He pulled up the man's cape over his head and admired his well shaped ass. It showed that Batman must put himself through regular and rigorous exercise. Of course he did, how else would he be able to even try to keep up with the likes of Kryptonian Boyscout in that League of theirs, Joker thought.
“We'll see if this sphincter of yours is as well trained as the rest of your body, Brucey. I want you to milk my cock with your ass muscles. If you'll do well perhaps then it will be your turn and later I just might let you go and never utter a word about your secret life. Maybe, but you'll have to be really good then.”
He let a little drool drop down between the man's butt cheeks and watched him move a little in surprise and perhaps anticipation. The saliva combined with Batman's own already on Joker's cock should provide sufficient lubrication, he thought.
“Brace yourself, Brucey dear. You're about to go on a ride of your lifetime. You know what they say; once you felt a clown's dick you'll never want to go back. Or something like that.”
Joker thrust himself inside the other man's anus. It was tight, but not too tight. Joker noticed that he was definitively not the first lover Batman's ass have received. But who would be brave enough to assfuck the Dark Knight, beside Joker himself, he wondered. These thoughts, together with all other coherent ones, soon left his mind and was replaced with almost intolerable waves of pleasure.
The masked man really knew his stuff, Joker thought. He didn't even needed to trust into him all that much. Just as Joker requested the man was more or less milking his cock with the muscles of his anus. They were grabbing his cock and sucking him in deeper than he thought was possible. He never thought such control was possible. He thrust faster and faster, losing himself in the pleasurable sensation. Soon he was no longer able to resist and let himself experience the best orgasm of his life, while bathing Batman's ass with his hot load.
After he came back to his senses he thought that this was in deed the best sex of his life. It made it almost worth it being locked up in Arkham from time to time to experience it. Almost. He would probably keep this man as his personal slave after this. Harley Quinn was good, but not even close to that good.
“Is it my turn yet?” Joker was woken from his daydreaming by unexpected question from until now mostly quiet Batman.
“Yes, you sure have deserved it, Bats. I never thought you would be so good. That was certainly a nice surprise.”
“I've been taught by the best, in more ways than you think.”
“You sure were.” Replied Joker and positioned himself over the crate Batman until recently occupied. “You may fuck me now. We'll see if you are as good at giving as you are at receiving. And you'll have to keep those handcuffs on, my dear. I don't trust you enough to remove them.”
Joker spread his ass cheeks wide in anticipation of the masked man's large cock. He felt Batman's moist finger penetrate his anus, stretching and lubricating it for the larger body part to come. When the finger glided in and out easily enough the other man withdrew it and almost immediately replaced it with his erected manhood.
It was a tight fit. Joker was no novice when it came to being the receiver of anal sex and he had some large cocks in him before. Penguin for example had extraordinarily large prick for his body size. Joker have taken it in many times before and enjoyed it immensely (he couldn't say the same about the man's fishy smell though) but Batman's cock was much larger then that. And it felt so good inside him. He knew exactly at which angle to push to reach Jokers prostate, which sent indescribable waves of pleasure through the green haired man's body. He almost lost himself in another orgasm right there. Batman was definitively a keeper.
Joker was suddenly jerked back from his own pleasurable little world by painful feeling around his right wrist. He was still not able to think clearly when he felt the same feeling around his left wrist. He has been handcuffed. How was that possible? Batman was the only one in here and he was handcuffed himself. “Was” was the right word Joker noticed, the caped man's hands were now free and tights were up and secured with his utility belt.
“What? How? How did you do it?” Joker demanded.
“Remember when I told you I've been taught by the best? Well, that included picking locks with a pin held between my teeth. I just needed to distract you for a while to do it. And nothing distracts more then an orgasm, wouldn't you agree?” Said the Batman smirking.
“But the guards outside the warehouse... I need just to call out and they all come gun toting in here...”
“You really think that ten common thugs, even armed ones, are enough to stop me? I've fought and defeated New Gods with the League. Anyhow the Gotham PD should have them under lock and key about now.”
“But I still have the evidence about your identity! It will be posted to all newspapers tomorrow if I don't stop it personally...”
“You really believed that I was that playboy Wayne? Don't make me laugh. I eat tougher men then him for breakfast. By the way, he should be outside with the police right about now. So if you don't want to embarrass yourself even more I suggest you'll pull up your boxers and pants before we go out to greet them. Oh that's right, you can't. You are handcuffed now. Let me help you”
The caped man bent down to pull up Jokers pants and when he was finished he gave Joker's scrotum a painful squeeze. “That's for thinking you can assfuck the god damned Batman without asking nicely first.” He said, smirking again.
Now fully clothed Joker was led outside the warehouse where he was met by sirens and blinking police lights. It looked like at least half of Gotham PD was here, with Commissioner Gordon in the lead. The news crew was also there, no doubt eager to send report from capture of Gotham 's most notorious criminal. And just as the Batman said, Bruce Wayne was standing there as well for some reason. Was Joker really wrong about Batman's identity? Anyway, nobody would believe him now when both Batman and Wayne were shown beside each other on national evening news.
It looked like he would be spending some time in the Asylum again. That was not that bad, he thought. Arkham almost started to feel like the second home to him now. He would be escaping it soon again like he always did. He just had the most incredible sex of his life and also he could brag that he have fucked the terrifying Batman in the ass. Of course nobody would believe him. Just his luck...
***
Later that night Bruce and Dick were lying in the large double bed in the Wayne manor. The older man was teasing the younger one by letting his tongue play over his fully erected nipples.
“I wish you could give me a call more often, not just when you need help with a crazed super villain, Bruce.” Said Dick Grayson “But there is one thing I don't understand, why did you need to send me in that warehouse with him? I mean I could just wear the costume standing close to you on morning news and deny any rumours Joker might have spread about you?”
“Have you ever thought that perhaps It makes me horny to watch you being fucked by a creepy strange man, lover?” Replied Bruce with a mischievous grin on his lips.
THE END
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