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But I've been really bad and I've been putting off writing this chapter for a week now, because I am so awkward about writing sex scenes and I just don't think I can do a good job. But the story calls for it so…

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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEX OF DUBIOUS CONSENT. IT IS CONSIDERED RAPE/SEXUAL ASSUALT. I DO NOT CONDONE EITHER.

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The Joker moaned as he felt Bruce's hard on press against him, rubbing himself down firmly on the other's lap. Bruce was keeping an annoyingly straight face through the clown's ministrations, which bothered him. He bent down and fished out the small but reliable knife he kept strapped to his ankle. As he brought it up to Bruce's face, the playboy grunted and wriggled about his bindings.

"Shh, shh, shh…" The Joker hushed him. "You seem a little… down… Brucey-kins, all I want to do is make you smiiiile!" he drew out the last words, his face too close to Bruce's own for his comfort. He dragged his knife along the sides of Bruce's face, making a very faint, but definite scratch, in shapes which matched his own scars.

Bruce growled at the clown as he felt the knife bite into his skin.

"Ohhh Batsy, I do so love it when you go all animalistic on me…" he growled back at the billionaire. "But don't you think our, uh, first time, should be all loving and slow?" the clown cackled at his own joke. They both knew they were in for a rough ride. Literally.

He slipped the knife between his teeth and held it there whilst he grinded down on Bruce. The playboy could see the extreme hardness that the Joker was harboring and it made him very uncomfortable. He didn't like not being in control, his inner bat screamed at him to get free and beat the shit out the clown, but then there was the other part of him, the part that screamed at him to fuck the Joker without mercy, give him what he really wanted.

He was quickly snatched out of his thoughts when a rouge hand made its way into his underwear. He started to squirm in the chair again as pleasure flooded his lower stomach. The clown knew what he was doing and was touching him in all the right places, or according to Batman, all the wrong places.

The touching continued for a few minutes until The Joker seemed to get too hot and bothered and started to fan himself with his hand.

"What you do to me, Bruce." He snarled, and suddenly attacked Bruce's neck with his scarred lips. The billionaire gritted his teeth as his skin was ravaged by the madman, the kissing and sucking he was sure, were going to leave dark hickeys.

After the clown had had his fill of Bruce's neck, he focused his sights on those perfect lips of his. He unconsciously licked his own, probing at the scar on his lower lip.

Before Bruce could dodge his head out of the way, the Joker had crashed his mouth down onto his. The kiss was dirty and tasted of everything wrong, a taste that should never grace his tongue, and a taste that he would never forget.

The Joker withdrew, leaving them both panting for air. The room was silent except for their breathing, yet filled with the sexual tension the clown embraced but the bat recoiled at.

The Joker moved quickly, deciding he had had enough of the torturous foreplay, stripping off the last of his and Bruce's clothes. They were now both completely naked, Bruce, defenseless and completely at the clown's whim.

A small whine of desperation escaped the madman's lips as he straddled Bruce again; a sense of urgency now surrounded him.

Bruce inhaled sharply as he felt the other's bare skin brush against his naked hardness. Everything was rushed now, The Joker fumbling around below him, feeling Bruce and pushing him up again his entrance, all the while moaning.

Bruce struggled to bury his inner bat, it was raging inside him, but he knew there was nothing he could do, his restraints were tied tight and he was pinned under his 6 ft nemesis. He would have to be the bigger man and endure this to sate The Joker.

The clown breathed heavily and looked at Bruce with lust filled eyes. With a quick hitch of his breath he pushed the head of Bruce's shaft into himself.

The billionaire sucked his breath in sharply and groaned as the pleasure seeped into his stomach. The clown gritted his teeth and a small giggle escaped him as he withstood the pain. Careless for his own body, the Joker suddenly pushed himself down to the hilt of Bruce's manhood. An unrestrained moan came from Bruce's mouth as he struggled not to be pushed over the edge already.

Being Batman at night meant he had to forgo some other nocturnal pleasures, but he wasn't ready to show The Joker how easily he could be pushed. His ego shattered when the clown started to move himself up and down, his insides clenching Bruce so tightly it was almost painful.

The clown moaned with abandon as he began to ride Bruce, his wildest, most prized fantasy coming true.

The air in the room was no longer thick with sexual tension, it was now full of the soft growls and deep moans of the intimate kind.

Bruce could no longer hear the screaming of the bat inside him, as it was drowned out by the immense pleasure he was feeling. He had had all kinds of sex with beautiful, tall super models, but this was something different. This was so raw, so full of desperate need and above all else, utterly and totally wrong.

As The Joker rode him, he moved his hands down his scarred body, towards his own neglected member. Sinful moans erupted out of his Chelsea mouth from the sensation of finally being filled by his bat combined with light touches to his own body.

Stifling minutes passed as they both reveled in the pleasure they found in each other's bodies. But neither could deny that they were both nearing their peaks.

Bruce showed this with his finally uninhibited groans of pleasure becoming more frequent, and The Joker rode him faster as he neared his own finish.

"J-Joker…" Bruce unintentionally growled with his Batman façade, and the clown's mouth widened with a cruel smile as it pushed him over the edge.

Hot, sticky semen spurted over Bruce's chest and stomach, as the clowns moaned and laughed slightly, his insides clenching periodically with his orgasm.

Bruce couldn't take the clown's apex induced tightening and reached his own climax too, letting out streams inside of his arch nemesis.

They both stay there, in the still air, for a few moments, catching their breath. The Joker groggily lifted his head and looked at Bruce, straight in the eye.

"Seeeee, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, before bursting out in maniacal laughter, it reverberating throughout the whole building, and worse, Bruce's now shameful mind.

Thank you for reading, please drop me a review, this was super hard for me to write but I did it! I also really had to stop myself from putting 'The Joker fumbling around below him, feeling Bruce and pushing him up again his batcave.'

Don't ask why… I'm weird.