I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, NOT EVEN THE SETTING. THEY ARE PROPERTY OF DC COMICS AND CHRIS NOLAN. I'M JUST THE WRITER.

'You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you, because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.'

Batman had remembered what the maniacal clown had said those many nights ago. He knew, when he was hunched over his city alone in the darkness, that the Joker had been right. He was truly alone with this madman as his mate, his partner. Though they danced on the opposite end of the ballroom they were destined to collide at some point. It was as inevitable as gravity.

To be Batman there was a part of him that had to be forsaken, a nerve laid bare. It rippled and pulsed beneath the Joker's coarse cuttings and he knew that its tenderness was steadily being replaced by stitches Joker had so haphazardly placed there. The Joker though his work did not seem precise did his work as a seasoned maestro directed an orchestra; flawlessly. He knew that three months ago he had been holding onto something precious, but it was gone now cut away.

Rachel dying, Harvey falling and still he remained. He was the gargoyle that sat upon the tallest tower of this maddening city. It was filthy, but so was he. It seemed almost poetry that he be drenched in the blood of the innocent, steeped in the guilt of sin. Only the Joker understood, only that crazed bastard with his garish smile could see the tatters of his former self.

'You'll be in a padded cell forever.'

'Maybe we can share one. They'll be doubling up, the rate this city's inhabitants are losing their minds.'

He found him there, perphenazine drugs running his system like a river running a well-known course. Entering the room, he barely made an impression on the once charismatic master of crime. He kneeled before the Joker looked at the way his mouth, being scarred refused to slacken. The man slouched on the wall similar to a puppet placed on a shelf. He was bound in a straightjacket, but Batman suspected it was more out of malice for this particular patient than any safety precautions.

Finally the Joker glanced up at the new shadow that had taken up residence in his room. Dark lashes blinked softly, struggling to register why this shadow held so much importance to him. He was missing his spark, but the question was still there.

"What are you, doing here? Bat. Man."

"Don't know."

Scarred lips smiled grimely. The Joker sighed as he sluggishly forced himself to sit up a bit straighter. "Let…let me-uh guess here. You missed me?"

Batman didn't answer but removed one of his heavily plated gauntlet and glove. It clanked to the floor. A hand, scarred in some places, calloused and strong, traced the awkward rips in Joker's face. Joker closed his eyes, less from drugs and more from the way he was being touched. He whimpered softly as masculine hands ghosted over his lips.

"You complete me and I complete you," he whispered as he chuckled softly. It was a ghost of his former hysterical laughter. Batman wasn't sure if he preferred this dampened laugh, but it was something of his former adversary. He leaned in inhaling the other man's scent, satisfied that he did not smell like Arkham.

"Bat. Man. Finish it," he growled irritably as he edged closer to him, nose to cowl.

Batman had missed that voice, the one that almost seemed to come from another source. Tremors ran through him when he heard that guttural tone. It spoke of darkness; it spoke of a feral animal that skulked on the outskirts of an unprotected village. Used properly it screamed sex, and it was being used properly.

Soft lips pressed against awkward chapped ones. Joker opened his mouth letting Batman's tongue caress his own. He bucked forward struggling to press himself against the shadowed man. A rough hand grabbed, now brown locks, and forced his mouth even harder against his own. Batman bit down hard on the Joker's lip until it bled and then proceeded to lick the blood away.

"Straight jacket off now!"

Batman nodded slightly dazed and began removing the various straps and buckles that kept Joker from moving. Finally when the jacket had been removed the Joker stood up shakily. He rolled his shoulders, popped his neck and clenched his hands repeatedly trying to remember his old self. He wanted this and damn if the drugs were going to keep it from him. Roughly forced against a wall shook away stray thoughts. Alright, actions spoke louder than words anyway.

Desperate lips crashed against chapped ones. Batman forced his tongue into Joker's mouth once again, making the slender man beneath him moan softly. He knew, however, if he wanted more-

"The mask, Bat. Take it off now."

Batman removed the chest plate, the other remaining gauntlet and glove, the leg armor, until he was completely naked save for the cowl. He looked at Joker silently pleading that he would honor this one wish.

"I won't tell anyone, Bat and you know I'm a man of my word," he said smiling with just a hint of insanity at the edges.

Batman removed the mask and let it fall to the floor.

Joker smirked," Hell Bat no wonder you wear that mask. Gotham's most eligible bachelor is the Batman."

Bruce scowled and rushed Joker up against a wall and bit his neck harshly. Blood oozed slowly from Joker's neck as he bucked forward his now full-blown erection brushing against Bruce's own. Bruce hissed loudly as he suckled on the Joker's neck. Joker let his head fall back against the wall as Bruce proceeded to remove the ridiculous orange jumpsuit, the underwear, thank God, and trace his lips lower. Soft lips began tracing collarbone, licking and nipping at the taut flesh. Joker threaded his hair through Bruce's yanking when the older man bit down a dusky nipple. Bruce's mouth however busy did not distract from his curious hand. He had never seen Joker naked, never known that he was so young. He admired his flesh, the way skin stretched over wiry muscle. He let his hand graze narrow hips, and squeeze a plump ass that he had never quite noticed before. Joker pushed rolled his hips against Bruce's trying to get the man to moan but instead received a harsh growl, and a bruising bite on his arm. Seeing that his wriggling would not get him what he wanted he decided to try a different means of persuasion.

He pulled away and forcefully slammed Bruce against the wall.

"Now let me…show you how it's done," he growled as he tongued Bruce's ear. He nibbled the lobe thoughtfully and let his tongue satisfy its curiosity going down Bruce's throat. Bruce moaned softly his one hand scraping at the wall the other buried in Joker's hair. Joker grinned and ghosted chapped lips to two pinkish nipples. Pink he thought. Hehe. He licked one and suckled gently. Bruce hissed and began tugging at his hair. Joker grinned maliciously and bit down hard on one nipple while he gently rolled the other between his fingers. He released both and proceeded to lick the rising sweat that was now cropping up on Bruce's delicious abs. 'Fuck that all of Bruce was deliiiicioussss' He bit and suckled at taut flesh from well muscled chest to sexy curved hips and was finally nibbling at a bucking waist which he was struggling to hold down. He could hear Bruce clenching his teeth together holding back moans that he would have loved to hear. 'He was gonna fucking hear them.' He stood back up and captured Bruce's mouth with his own and at the same time snaked his hand down and grabbed at Bruce's thick cock. The man practically shouted into his mouth smashing his cock forcefully against his own. Joker moaned into Bruce's mouth but continued to fist him. His tongue delved deep into Bruce's mouth, playing with the roof of it swallowing each moan down.

He pulled away from the sweaty quivering flesh that was Bruce and growled at him before getting on his knees once more. "When I suck you off, moan, got that?"

With that Joker took the entire length of Bruce's cock in his mouth all at once. Bruce cried out and yanked Joker's head instinctively. Joker allowed this and continued bobbing his head up and down Bruce's cock. He couldn't help but enjoy the taste and swallowed every drop of precum from Bruce's weeping head.

Bruce had lost all sense of self except for the sensation of pumping his cock into Joker's hot mouth. If Joker kept using his tongue like that and 'FUCK' those teeth dragging along his 'DAMMIT.' A guttural yelp escaped from between his lips as Joker began licking and nipping at his balls. If he kept this up…He yanked Joker by the hair taking him off his cock and pushing him onto the padded floor.

Joker was being ravaged. Everywhere rough hands, biting, bleeding, rough tongue tracing over old wounds. He couldn't think just feel, tiny explosions going off in his head. Calloused fingers made their way to his mouth and he gladly suckled them because he was so eagerly awaiting what came next. One finger inserted itself and he hissed with pain. The long finger pushed in and out and finally pushed a little deeper…

"FUCK," his whole body arched up as Bruce hit his prostate. He didn't even feel when Batman forced in another finger; he only realized that Bruce was repeatedly hitting his-

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck…oh FUCK," he cried as he convulsed uncontrollably. Finally he could feel the tip of Bruce's cock at his entrance. Bruce gave no warning as he shoved his entire length inside of him. His vision went white as he screamed loudly. His nails clawed into the floor as Bruce pulled out and slammed into him again, hitting his sweet spot.

'Fuckin stars this time'

Over and over again he forced himself into Joker's blistering, cock-clenching heat. He took Joker's lips again letting Joker practically swallow his tongue. He reached his other hand down and fisted Joker as he felt his own finish nearing. Cries and moans reverberated down his throat to the pit of belly. His spine shivered at the sounds only encouraging him to fuck the Joker even harder into the floor. Soon their rhythm was lost as Joker began to feel his release as well.

Moans and chocked laughs escaped into Batman's waiting mouth as he bucked upwards into Bruce's hands seeking his own release. When he came he could have sworn he had blacked out. HE could still feel Batman driving into him and finally an animalistic growl as teeth sank into his shoulder and spurts of cum flooded through him.

The two of them collapsed against each other, sweaty and sticky and smelling of extremely hot sex. Joker grinned madly to himself eyes closed. His hands curled around Bruce's jet-black hair. Finally Bruce slid out with a wet popping sound. He looked down at the post-orgasmic face of Joker, he found that he actually looked somewhat angelic despite the scars surrounding his mouth. He moved lower and cleaned away Joker's cum with his tongue. Joker already sated from their fucking simply lay there certain that certain nerve endings had fired once too many and were now to tired to register the loving blowjob. A long lick from asshole to the tip of his cock did get a small whimper however.

"Not a chance in hell Joker, gotta get home," Bruce said as he brought his face up to his.

He helped the younger man situp and get his jumpsuit back on. However he left the straightjacket off. Joker quirked an eyebrow at Bruce. Batman ignored him and continued to put on his armor which was a mite uncomfortable considered he was sticky with sweat and cum. He then walked out leaving the door wide open.

Before leaving he said, "Next time we're using my bed."

Joker grinned madly and shrieked with laughter. Batman smirked and disappeared.