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Down the Rabbit Hole	By : downloadjones300 Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3041 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Jarvis Tetch, alias the Mad Hatter hovered silently in a darkened ally way outside a rundown apartment building. He was sure he hadn’t been followed but with Batman now stalking the city looking for to escaped Arkham inmates, one could never be sure. Slipping inside the building with ease even there had been someone to take notice of him they probably wouldn’t have found him too remarkable. Tetch had quickly shed his old Arkham uniform and found himself an outfit befitting of any normal 40 year old man, brown slacks, a shirt and a v neck pullover. He’d even found himself a neat little hat to go with it.
Tetch stopped outside a third floor apartment and pressed his ear to the door to listen for any signs of life from within. Hearing nothing he glanced around to make sure there would be no disturbances tonight. All the residence of this particular dive seemed to be safely tucked up in there beds. On a whim he tried the door handle and finding it locked he dug a hair pin out of his pocket. Lock picking wasn’t one of his strong points but he’d learnt a few tricks before his escape from Arkham. The door swung open easily and the Mad Hatter stepped into the rundown apartment.

It was dingy and dank, just how the Joker liked it, with a small kitchen in the corner and two rooms off to the side. The rest of the room was inhabited by a single table, various amounts of broken furniture and a large quantity of dust. Checking the first room, a tiny bathroom in which everything seemed to be covered in black grime, the Mad Hatter tried the second door. He let his eyes adjust to the gloom and saw that he had finally located the Joker who was sprawled out on a rather uncomfortable looking double bed. He was still clothed in his the white Arkham pyjamas and had his trademark makeup smudged across his face. When he had first woken up in his Arkham cell without his “real” face on he screamed and shouted all night even after the prison guards had given him a dose of Lithium. They doctors had finally relented when the Joker had fractured his own skull by slamming his head into his cell wall.
The Clown Prince of Crime was currently sprawled out on his stomach, seemingly having just collapsed onto the bed. The raggedness of his breathing told the Mad Hatter that the sleep that had overcome the Joker was more to do with the amount of drugs that had been pumped through his system then by choice. When they’d escaped from Arkham the Joker had been none too steady on his feet and spouting more crazed rubbish then usual. Besides if he wasn’t still drugged up he’d have killed the Mad Hatter before he had even got through the door.

The Mad Hatter sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through the Joker’s lovely soft mop of curly blonde hair; it reminded him so much of his Alice’s. When the Joker had first come to Arkham his hair was a dull mossy green colour, now the green just clung stubbornly to the edges revealing a warm blonde hue. The Mad Hatter remembered fondly the first and only time he had seen the face that lay behind the make up. He was such a pretty little thing, he thought, with those big green eyes, soft looking lips…

One of the Jokers toes twitched restlessly as the Mad Hatter drank in how white the skin was on the rest of the Joker’s body compared to the make up he smeared across his face. Idly his fingers reached to see if the skin on the Joker’s leg felt as soft as it looked. Reaching up he tugged town the top of the clown’s pyjama pants right down to his knees and slid his fingers over the bare white skin.
Upon finding that it was his hands slid further up the leg, past the thigh and up into the Joker’s underwear to cup a firm round buttocks. The Mad Hatter groaned out loud he hadn’t even realised but he was all ready hard, but that skin was so soft and firm he wanted to touch more. Removing himself of his trousers and underwear the Mad Hatter stroked his now pulsating cock. Groaning to himself he moved up the bed and positioned himself above the Joker.

The drugs that the doctors at Arkham had pumped him full of were making his thought process muddled. He had a hard enough time trying to think straight at the best of times and the Thorazine that was still coursing through his system was not helping matters. He tried to mumble out a protest but the words seemed to be coming out in the wrong order. He felt himself being roughly pushed down into the mattress. Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t Harley, the grip was too firm, the weight too great and Harley would know better to even go near him when he was in this state. Joker could hear a voice talking to him but his brain wasn’t connecting to the words in the right order. It made his head hurt trying to understand what was being said to him. Suddenly he felt something large and heavy on top of him with the voice telling him something again. He tried to roll over and wriggle out from underneath but whoever was on top of him had his wrists in a tight grip. His eyes managed to open this time but his head span as he tried to adjust his vision. The drugs were making it difficult to focus on anything, least of all who the person on top of him was.

The Mad Hatter was aware that the Joker was moving groggily beneath him but the feeling of the Clown Prince of Crime moving helplessly under him was turning him on so much. Shifting slightly, he lowered his hips and began to grind his erection into the Jokers underwear clad ass.
“Ohhh such a pretty little Alice you are, you feel so good” he moaned, sliding his fingers into blonde curls and pulling hard. Releasing one of the Jokers skinny wrists he pulled down the cotton boxers and dragged his cock over the Jokers bare ass. His hand kept rubbing, sliding and stroking up and down his cock as he did this. His orgasm was almost upon him when he put the head of his cock against the Jokers asshole. Suddenly he forced his cock into the tight entrance, receiving a low groan from beneath him as the Joker started to wriggle again. Clamping down on both wrists again the Mad Hatter began pumping his cock in and out, grunting and sweating profusely. He ran his hands up the length of the Joker’s back and then back down to his arse and gave it a hefty squeeze as he pumped himself in and out. The man beneath him began to move more rapidly and let out a low whimper as the Mad Hatter rode him harder.

The Joker felt as if his insides were on fire. He was beginning to become more aware of his surroundings but his limbs were still not doing what his brain was telling them too. The weight on top of him was making it difficult to breath and the pain in his gut was intensifying. He tried wriggling his wrist free but the hands that held him only tightened there grip.

The Mad Hatter gave the Joker a blunt slap on the arse that made the skinny man shriek and cringe as the dark haired man laughed shrilly. But, he began pumping harder, driving himself into the submissive man frantically so that he was becoming increasingly exhausted.

The Mad Hatter groaned in pure ecstasy.

“Ooohhh! Alice!!” the Mad Hatter moaned as he finally found release. His member pulsated inside of the man and he threw his head back, breathing frantically while he rode out his climax. Withdrawing quickly he hastily pulled his trousers and underwear back on and made for his pre planned exit, out of the window and down the fire escape before the Joker even made it into a sitting position.

The Joker curled himself into the foetal position. His insides were still burning a feeling that felt disturbingly familiar. Feeling the cold breeze from the open window hitting the bare skin on his legs the Joker managed to pull his pyjama bottoms up. Still shivering he forced himself into an upright position, only one thought had crossed his mind so far and that was to run. With his head still thumping like a brass band and his vision unfocused he staggered towards the door.
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