Batman cautiously made his way through the abandoned amusement park. He knew, nay, he could feel that the Joker was nearby. There was a familiar twist in his jut that he'd become accustomed to anytime they were in proximity to each other; a tug that always pulled him in the right direction. Whether it was intuition or something more was anyone's guess. Bruce had learned not to question it, only follow it.

Finding himself at the entrance of the park's funhouse, he shook his head and whispered to himself, "Of course."

Carefully and discreetly he entered the dilapidated building, exploring the place with his eyes. Once he deemed it safe enough, he moved gracefully into the darkness looking for his foe. The tingling in his gut peeked as he rounded a corner that opened up into a large room.

The Bat froze when he saw him; his body sent a pulse of excitement, echoing like a shockwave out of him into the room or at less it felt that way in his mind.

The Joker's purple jacket was off, tossed to the side, and the sleeves of his orange dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows. The black string tie he wore was half way untied and his green vest was buttoned up nice and tight, showing off his slender figure.

He was franticly working on something, standing at a table, under a small light. There was something about him that intrigued Bruce. Perhaps it was something simple, like the way he moved; always with finesse, as he worked or played. Or perhaps, it was the way he seemed to be so carefree, no matter the situation, never loaded down with the burdens of the world; something Bruce secretly longed for. One thing was for certain, whatever it was that made him crave that Clown, he no longer questioned it.

He watched as Joker ridiculously exaggerated his effort to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then planting his hands every so effeminately on his hips.

"Right there," Bruce told himself as he smirked. "That's why you put up with him." That was it, as far as he would go to actually admitting that he found Joker's peculiar nature enduring.

Then he remembered why he was there, tracking the Clown down.

Bruce squinted, thinking to himself, "What are you up to, Joker?"

He kept to the shadows as he watched the Joker work, unwilling to announce his presence just yet. He was still accessing the situation.

He could see that the table was covered with bits and pieces of this and that; including the stolen chemicals used to make nerve gas; this was what the Bat had been tracking down. Bruce could see the indicators that Joker was having some sort of complication with whatever he was working on. Seeing the way his hair was tussled about and watching his mannerisms was all it took for Bruce to see the Joker's aggravation. Unsure of how this whole thing might go down, seeing that the last time they were together didn't end well, he decided to maintain his inconspicuous hiding spot and observe just a little while longer.

"Come out, come out." The Joker didn't even bother looking up from his work.

Bruce's heart skipped a beat.

"How did you know?" His voice calm but stern, as always.

"Oh Batsy," The cheerful tone that always accompany his name when Joker said it, was there. "I always know when you're near…"

Joker looked over his shoulder, until he found the Bat in the shallows.

Joker grinned, "I can feel it."

He gave Bruce a wink. Feeling his cheeks flush, he was happy that his cowl kept them hidden.

Joker turned back to the table and started whistling 'Build me up Buttercup' as he continued to work.

"Joker." Batman started to move toward him. "I thought we talked about you keeping a low profile; why steal the chemicals?"

Joker ignored the question and whistled louder; he began to sway his hips slightly to the tune of the song. It wasn't until he felt the Bat standing directly behind him that he froze; the whistling stopped and he stood completely still. He felt the Bat's cape brush against his side, a grin slowly formed on his face.

"Oh Buttercup, you know how easy it is for things to get stale and stagnant." He remained frozen, hoping for Bruce to make the first move.

"Let's just say, I wanted to spice things up between us." He turned his head slightly, feeling Bruce's body sway slight against his own.

Bruce spoke in a whisper, "So Breaking and Entering, Armed Robbery, and making terroristic threats is your way of 'spicing' things up."

The Joker slammed his eyes closed momentary; he was fighting the wave of lust that flowed through his body caused by the Batss' breath tickling his ear.

He laughed as a way to conceal his building libido.

"Oh, Batss. What did you expect? It's been nearly 5 weeks and you still hadn't found my new Ha-HAAaahahaaa…" There was a short emphasize on 'Ha' before his voice faded off as Bruce rolled his hips into the Clown.

Once he composed himself he finished, "Hacienda. Can't blame a girl for leaving breadcrumbs?"

He quickly shot Bruce devilish smirk over his shoulder and continued, "But seeing that we've remedied that problem…"

Joker threw his arms up, bending them at the elbow with his hands up, "You caught me, Batss. Heeeeheee-hoo-ho."

Suddenly, his laugh ended with a gasp as Bruce grabbed both of his wrist at the same time. In one fluid motion, the Clown's arms were cuffed loosely behind his back. The Bat, still holding onto the dainty wrist, slowly brushed his hands against the Joker's open palm, feeling his purple gloved fingers wiggle against this own black gloved hands. It was always the smallest gesture of affection that Bruce enjoyed the most. He leaned into him, slightly rubbing his profile into the acid kissed, green hair he loved so much.

The scent of him, this Clown, his Clown, his Joker…made Bruce go weak in the knees and hot with desire.

Joker teased him, "Now that you've got me. Pleeaassee don't hurt me, Batss…" His tone became sensual, "I might like it."

"You better." It escaped Bruce's lips with almost a growl, causing Joker to smirk.

"Oooh, I think I'm going to start letting you apprehend me with more frequency." He cooed out between his giggles.

"Let?" There was a small chuckle behind Bruce's voice.

Joker reached up with his cuffed hands, using his fingers to hook Bruce's belt, he gave it a playful yank. Bruce allowed his body to freely bump up against the Clown's slender frame. His arms effortlessly found their way around his tall, thin adversary's waist, locking in place and pulling him close. The Bat immediately buried his face into the curve of his neck, causing Joker to nudge and cuddle his head against Bruce. He'd learned a long time ago to avoid the bat ears, unless he wanted to poke any eye out, of course.

There they were, two enemies, turned lovers…enjoying the embrace of the other; it had been far too long.

A few minutes passed while the Bat continued to snuggle his Clown from behind, allowing his lips to gently lavish Joker's pale neck with soft light kisses. The two men silently relished in the tender moment they were sharing. Bruce was the only man who could leave him speechless, no small feat by any measure. All the chaos and mayhem that filled the Joker's mind came to a halt when he was with the Bat; something that, at first, he challenged and feared. But now…now, he longed for it, craved it and ultimately needed it when the two of them were apart.

Finally, the silence broke with the sound of the handcuffs being un-cuffed, accompanied with a giggle from the Joker; even bat-cuffs were no match for the Joker's skills. Bruce knew this, they were never actually meant to hold him.

"Opps." Joker snickered.

A smirked crossed Bruce's face; he twirled his dashing beau around, finally meeting him face to face. Their eyes locked as Joker's arms snaked around his Bat's neck.

"I missed you, cupcake." The Joker cooed down to Bruce.

His hands squeezed the Clown's slender hips, "I know."

"But…" Bruce moved his hands in a back and forth motion, playfully causing him to sway his hips, "…this isn't the way to get my attention." Bruce peeked around him to see exactly what was on the table.

"Oh, you're no fun." Joker pouted and protested by pulling his arms away from Bruce's neck. Looking away, he snarled slightly.

Bruce quickly put his focus back on him, "Joker." He squeezed him tighter, "Hey, look at me."

He cut his eyes at the Bat, who chased them with his smile. He gave his hips one more squeeze accompanied with a soft plea, "Joker."

His painted red lips pressed together, making a thin flat line cross his face as he tried to keep from smiling. Seeing right through the act, Bruce called his buff and started to pull away from him.

Joker's hands quickly grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back so he fully embraced his Bat with a hug. Whispering into his ear, he boasted, "It worked through. Didn't it? Here. You. Are."

Bruce let out a lustful groan as Joker suddenly took his earlobe into his mouth and sucked it hard. He damn near melted every single time the Clown's lips touched him, the burning appetite this madman invoked in him was something he desperately tried to hide. He wasn't ready to let Joker, or Gotham for that matter, see the full extent of how bad he'd fallen for him or how essential this green hair man was to his happiness.

Joker grinned, letting his teeth scrape the skin of the Bat's earlobe as he released it. Suddenly, he shifted his body, moving aside and flamboyantly presented Bruce with a view of the table, knowing that what Batsy would see wasn't remotely anything he'd been expecting. There were no bombs or weapons being made to use alongside of the chemicals. In fact, he hadn't touched the chemicals; they were still all neatly and safety packed in their containers. What Bruce saw surprised him; a black and purple box with a button on top of it.

"Push it." The Joker urged him.

Bruce gave him a suspicious look, "no."

Almost as if he was stealing it, Joker quickly kissed him on his cheek, "Go ahead, it's for you."

A wave of affection washed over Bruce, he promptly cupped Joker's face into his hands, allowing his month to ravish the red crimson lips in front of him. The taste and smell of his lipstick was something Bruce had come to crave, making him kiss Joker even harder. Although he'd never admit to it, Bruce had taken a half-used stick of Joker's lipstick and kept safety hidden away in his belt; when the days were long and the nights even longer, he'd take it out. The scent of it never failed to put a smile on his face and a yearning in his gut.

Their tongues whipped around each other as they continued to kiss; neither one wanted to bow out of this dance. Joker moaned into his mouth; Bruce wanted that moan, sucking and kissing his even hander. His hands traveled back, forcing his fingers to tangle into those soft green curls, the same curls he'd die for, if it every came down to it. Again, just something else, Bruce would never admit.

Joker playfully bit his lip as he ended the kiss; letting his teeth move against Bruce's bottom lip as he pulled away. A thrill ran through his body as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of his Bat. His gloved fingers hooked the utility belt, tugging the Bat to him as he leaned his butt against the edge of the table.

"Well, well, well Batsy Boy, what's the plan?" He rested his chin on Bruce's shoulder and started to whisper into his ear.

"Now that you've caught your big," He started to slip his hands around and downward.

"Bad," He tightly grabbed Bruce's backside.

"Clown Prince." He pulled the Bat's hips into him and moaned into Bruce's ear.

"I'm dying to know what you plan on doing with me." Giving Bruce's butt cheek a hard slap.

Bruce grabbed his hand, giving a low under-his-breath "hey" in protest of the slap.

"So modest, aren't we?" Joker giggled out.

Suddenly, with a flash of movement the cowl disappeared from Bruce's head. A soft smirk crossed his lips as his eyes locked on his Clown. Those intense green glowing flames burned brighter every time Bruce stared into them. Joker cupped his face with affection. Reaching up, Bruce placed his hands over the purple gloved hands, making sure his Clown wouldn't pull them away.

The moment lingered, both of them wondering what the other was thinking. No idea that the other was thinking the same things. How did it take so many years for me to see it? How did it take so many fights and insults? How did it take so many reasons not to, before finding the one reason to? Love. It was love. I know it is; does he?

Once the moment passed, Joker went in for a kiss, taking control. He required a certain level of intensity from everything he did; the relationship with the Bat was no different. He was more aggressive and demanding than Bruce when it came to their physical actives in the 'bedroom' and he had allowed enough tenderness to appease his Bat.

His tongue forced Bruce to surrender control.

Immediately, Bruce found himself allowing every little action to be coaxed by the Clown. The way he leaned his body into him, the way his tongue swirled around, Bruce did everything to complement his lover's desire. Joker pushed his tongue deeper into his mouth; Bruce could feel his need for air building but didn't dare break the kiss. It wasn't his to break.

Once Joker ended the kiss, he paused, looking at his Bat; his prize for surveying this joke of a life. At times he feared that Bruce could be acting out of guilt. Guilt from, every time he'd beat of living crap out of him…Guilt from not being able to save him as he fell into the vat of chemicals that night…Guilt for feeling response about being the one who unleased him onto the world. Joker forced those thoughts out of his head; it was too painful to think about, the idea of this not being love crushed him.

Almost as if Bruce could tell that he needed a distraction and reminder of why they were there, he went down; resting on his knees. There was no stopping the grin that flashed across Joker's face. Looking down at that boyishly cute face staring up at him, who wouldn't grin? He watched wide-eyed as Bruce removed his gloves, then went for his thin waist. His eyes slammed shut as he felt Bruce cuddle his head and face into his belly. Joker instinctively wrapped his hands and arms around Bruce's head; holding him close.

With a caress of his hand the Clown needed to feel what he couldn't. He quickly ungloved his shaky hands, trembling from excitement. His pale fingers immediately disappeared into the dark velvet mane on top of Bruce's head. Taking a handful of Bruce's hair, he tilted his head back so he could see those blue eyes again. Whether or not it was really there or if it was just what Joker wanted to see, he saw love in those eyes; every time. Bruce gave him a small nervous smile; always fearful that the Joker might see through his tuff guy act and instead see the love he truly harbored for him.

Bruce broke eye contact and playfully bit at one of buttons on Joker's vest. He moved down and did the same thing to the next one and the next one and the next, finding his way down to his belt. The Clown's eyes slammed shut from feeling the pull and tug of Bruce undoing his belt. He was already rock hard, he had been for some time now and the sensation of his belt being unhooked only caused his erection to ache more as it pushed against the back of his zipper.

Bruce made quick of getting the Joker's pants unbuttoned and his zipper down. To his surprise he found plan purple boxer briefs, he was used to finding his Clown wearing brightly colored boxers, displaying some sort of obscenity silly print. Batss smirked as he noticed how nice the briefs accentuated the size and girth of his favorite cock. He couldn't stop himself from gently teasing it with his mouth through the underwear. Joker let out a noise somewhere between a groan and sigh as the warmth of Bruce's mouth left him needy.

Joker watched as he felt Bruce abandon his clothed cock to kiss his navel. He slowly worked his way down the happy trail of sparse green hair, pulling the underwear down as he went. The very moment Joker's hard erection sprang free Bruce smirked.

The cool air touching his cock made Joker close his eyes. There was a rush of anticipation from what about to happen as Bruce kissed and nibbled around the base, causing Joker to pushed his hips forward; begging the Bat to take it, shallow his cock whole. Bruce let his tongue tease the tip of the clown's pale throbbing dick; the taste of the madman's pre-cum set Bruce on fire. Without warning, he felt the Bat's warm mouth completely engulf his throbbing shaft causing a deep, long grunt to escape.

With half lidded eyes, Joker watched Bruce force his head forward until his lips could go no further, kissing his pale hilt. The sensation was overwhelming, like every nerve ending in his body was being bombarded with pleasure, Joker found himself having to brace against the table to keep from toppling over.

Then Bruce slowly started to move his head back, until only the tip of Joker's cock barely made contact with his lips; then with the same slow speed Bruce pushed forward again, allowing madman's dick to fill his eager mouth again.

"Baaattssss." It was all Joker could muster out, well that and another deep groan.

As the Bat's lips found the hilt of the Clown's cock again, he let his tongue wiggle and dance around the engorged erection filling his mouth. With his fingers already tightly gripping the edge of the table top, Joker braced himself.

Bruce continued the leisure back and forward motion, slightly speeding up with each plunge forward. J's eyes glazed over as he watched his cock disappear and reappear, over and over into Bat's mouth. He was right on edge, the point of no return; Bruce was moving with such grace and momentum that the pleasure swelling in Joker was superb, so much so, at any moment he was going burst.

"Batsy-dearest." His voice was breathy. "If your plan doesn't entail me cumming, heehee, then you've got to stop." Joker warned him with a giggly moan.

Bruce knew how close his Clown was to releasing his load, he knew his lover well. All it took was listening to his breathing and the tone of his moans; Bruce loved the way Joker's deep, long moans pitched higher in tone and shorten when he was near his climax. Bruce shifted his eye upward; he wanted to see the pleasure on his clown's face. He maintained his speed and rhythm, using his tongue to swirl around Joker's cock as he bobbed back and forth. There was no way was stopping before getting his prize, his reward for being such a good little bat.

Realizing that he wasn't stopping, Joker grabbed Bruce's hair and adjusted the speed slightly. Bruce happily obliged his Clown, following the new rhythm with pride. The madman was right on the edge, eyes tightly closed, chewing his bottom lip, digging his fingertips into Bruce's scalp, trying to hold himself back as long as he could. After all, it only made the climax more enjoyable, denying it for a little while. He held on as long as he could, which was pretty impressive if he did say so himself, considering how damn good Bruce's mouth felt.

Joker's body tensed, Bruce could feel it. This was it.

He held the Clown's waist as he pushed his head down the whole length of the shaft, wanting to feel every twitch and pump of Joker's cock as he released his load. Bruce could feel those long slender fingers, balling of into fists, griping and tugging as Joker tried to find another outlet for the overwhelming euphoria he was experiencing; the Clown erupted into the Bat's mouth. A high pitch breathless whine that was interrupted by a gasp at his pinnacle peeked. Slightly hunched over, his body trembled and his mind filled with bliss.

Once Bruce felt the Clown's hands relax, releasing their grip on his dark hair, he slowly began to pull his mouth away. The sudden tickle made Joker open his eyes and watch as Bruce made sure to leave his dick sucked clean. The madman snickered as he watched Bruce quickly wiped his chin, removing the tiny bit of salvia that escaped his mouth. The sound of his giggle made Bruce lift his eyes, making their gaze meet.

Joker grinned while Bruce shyly smirked.

"Get up here." Joker gestured with his head urging Bruce to stand up.

As soon as he did, the Joker pulled him to his lips; kissing him as if his life depended on it. He could taste himself on his Bat's lip, only making him kiss Bruce with more vigor. Joker immediately let his hands explore the Bat's body, pushing their way down to grope Bruce's hard cock.

"It's your turn." Joker said grinning.

"Not yet." Bruce said back.

"Oh, is that so?" Joker lifted an eyebrow at him and starting whispering into Bruce's ear exactly what he was doing to do to him as he pushed his thigh into the Bat's engorged dick giving him much needed friction. The Clown's reward was a needy, lush filled moan from his Bat.

Bruce's face lit up with a look of surprised as his cheeks burned, a blush caused by the madman's tales of sexually favors. Joker was quickly unhooking the Bat's utility belt and working his hand into the Batsuit as he continued to coo into his ear.

Suddenly, Bruce's eyes slammed shut and he let out a low groan; he sought out the curve of his clown's neck, snuggling his face into it. Long, slender fingers were already wrapping around the throbbing erection swelling in Bruce's suit. Joker rubbed his Bat, causing a half muted growl to flow out of him. Making a full stroke down Bruce's shift, Joker slipped his hand below and gently cupped Bruce's balls; giving them just enough of a gentle squeeze to make Bruce bite the Clown's neck, letting him know he liked it.

"Brucie, hunny-bun." Joker whispered in teasing manner as he moved his hand back to Bruce's cock, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you liked that?"

He stroked Bruce's cock, teasingly, "Hmmmm? Maybe too much."

He gave it another stroke and giggled.

Bruce, never being one for small talk replied with a needy, "Joker. Please."

Joker gave him a few slower, strong strokes before moving his hand down again, caressing Bruce's balls again. Then his hand moved lower and pushed between Bruce's thighs; causing him to spread his legs apart to allow Joker the access he demanded. It was almost a whimper that came from Bruce as the Clown's pale finger teased his tender opening.

"Oh, what's this?" Joker circled the tender little hole.

"Hmmhmhmhehehehe." That laugh made Bruce, well, uneasy but only for a second.

"I know what you want, don't I, Batsy? What. You. Need. Hmhmhehe." J abruptly removed his hand from the Batsuit.

Bruce rolled his hips into Joker; his cock throbbing with every beat of his heart.

"Patience, patience." Joker scolded. "It is a virtue I'm told."

Bruce lifted his head and the Clown forcefully took a kiss. Joker's hand started fumbling around, feeling for the Bat's utility belt, knowing that he'd tossed onto the table earlier. As the kiss ended, Bruce reached behind and pushed his belt toward Joker's hand. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't lusting for what Joker was about to give him.

"Ah!" Joker's hand took the belt and immediately went to the fourth pocket on the right; knowing exactly where Bruce stashed the lube.

"Turn." He ordered the Bat as he gestured with his finger, whirling it in a circle.

Bruce hesitated only for a moment, making Joker manhandle his Bat around. The Bat purposefully put up a playfully fight, sparking a rush of vicious flirting and needful lust. Getting the better of Bruce, the madman forced the Bat around. His back pressed tightly against his Clown Prince. Joker wrapped his arms around the Bat, placing a hand around his throat as a show of power.

"Someone wants to play." Joker teased into his ear before biting down on the upper part of Bruce's exposed neck, forcing a cringe. Reaching up and running his fingers through the green hair tickling him, he pulled it, causing another small playful struggle. Both men would be lying if they said they didn't want this: the physical push and pull, a little taste of the violence that birth their relationship. It made their blood boil with lust for each other.

With a hard slam, Bruce found himself bent over the table, cheek pressed into the wood, and the Clown's hand tightly holding the back of his neck. He could feel his lover's body against his own, like a blanket as he pushed the Bat into the table. A smile formed on his face as he felt Joker start to grind against him.

"Little bat, little bat." Joker whispered as he lowered his head and nudged it into Bruce's back. "I win."

A laugh echoed out of the Clown as he amused himself.

Bruce slammed his eye shut as he felt Joker start to remove the Kevlar that covered his hips and thighs. The madman had become very proficient with all tricks and secrets of the Batsuit; making unwrapping his Bat no problem at all. A wave of excitement hit the Bat, feeling the Clown dance his fingers over his sudden bare skin.

Making quick of it, the madman readied his fingers; then promptly slipping one hand over Bruce's exposed ass, coaxing him to stay bent over the table. Making sure not to waste any of the lube on his fingertips, his allowed his hand to find its place back between those, oh so well shaped, cheeks. His fingers resumed teasing the tight tender little opening that belonged to him and him alone.

Joker grinned as he watched his little Bat anticipate what was going to come next; his body quivering with lust as the Clown made sure there was enough lube moistening his opening. He circled his finger tip around Bruce's needy hole before pressing just hard enough to feel his muscle ring slightly tense. Bruce moaned and relaxed his body, spreading his thighs even more as a way of begging for it. Joker stopped pressing and wiggled his finger against him.

"Joker." Bruce growled his name out between his clenched teeth; J continued to tease him.

He grinned, "How bad do you want it, my sweets?"

Bruce kept his head down and teeth clenched, "Joker, please."

That's all it took; Joker pushed into Bruce with one finger. Bruce rolled his hips trying to force more movement from him. So he gave his Bat just what he wanted; slowly pumping his finger in and out for a short while. Knowing Bruce's body, he knew he craved another finger. He happily obliged; adding another finger to please his Bat.

As Joker watched his fingers move in and out, feeling his own cock throbbing again made him grin. After a few more strokes, Bruce nodded 'yes' as he felt Joker offer a third finger, moaning loudly while tilting his head back, wielding from pleasure. For only a moment the Clown stopped moving his hand, keeping his fingers buried deep. Suddenly, with a roll of his hips, the Bat started moving back and forth, fucking himself with the Clown's fingers.

It was a beautiful sight, watching his Bat move with poise. He wanted to see him move like that on his dick and feel his warmness stretched around his cock. The idea of that caused Joker to reach down and give his own swelled erection a stroke. He was surprised at just how ready his cock was to have another go.

"I need to be in you now." Joker hissed out as he finally removed his fingers, leaving Bruce feeling needy.

A giggle followed and Joker immediate started to drown his cock in lube.

Joker readied his cock, lining it up with Bruce's opening, "Is that what you want, Brucie? Oh, I know it is."

It was; there was no denying it. Bruce was putty in Joker's hands. He continued to tease the Bat, letting nothing more than the tip rub again his primed opening. He teased him with a faux push, almost allowing the tip of his dick to slip into his Bat but not quite.

"Jokeerrr." Bruce hissed, begging while pushing his ass as high as he could.

A giggle came from the Clown, "Tell me…tell exactly what you want." He danced his fingertips across Bruce's lower back.

Bruce slightly lifted his head, turning it to give Joker a dirty look. Dirty talk wasn't Bruce's forte, yet he received no mercy from the Clown.

"Tell me, Batsy." Joker cooed with a grin as he continued to tease him with the tip of his dick.

"Please." Bruce mumbled.

Bruce moaned and pushed his face down toward the table, feeling Joker rewarded him; slowly pushing the head of his dick into Bruce. It took every bit of self-control that the Clown owned not to completely mount his Bat.

Pleasure over took and Bruce lost his head, "Keep going, J, please. Fuck me." He moaned out.

A smug grin crossed Joker's face as he got what he wanted out of his Bat; a confession of longing.

"No, no, no. You fuck me." Joker cheerfully announced as he grabbed Bruce's hip and coaxed him to move back, to completely take his dick.

So Bruce did. He started slowly pushing himself back onto the Clown's erection, slipping into him with ease; the overwhelming pleasure of it all was like a drug to the both of them. Stopping only when he was hilt deep, the Bat didn't pull away or move, allowing both of their bodies to adjust. It was too much, he needed friction. Bruce started to move, slowly rolling his hips forward, pulling himself off of the Clown's dick, and then thrusting right back into it. An intoxicating gasp from Joker excited Bruce, causing him to do it again.

"Bbbaaaattsssss..." It left his lips as Bruce completely buried the Clown's dick right back into him.

Joker couldn't help but praise Bruce as he slowly fucked himself on his dick.

"Yoouu."

Again, Bruce slowly pulled away, pausing just long enough to make the anticipation unbearable before thrusting back with force and speed.

"FeeEEll." Joker's voice cracked as Bruce's warm welcoming opening consumed him.

Again, Bruce repeated the same action. Slowly out. Quickly In.

"Soo."

Slowly out. Quickly In.

"Gooood." Joker tightly griped Bruce's hips, keeping him from pulling away this time.

He adjusted Bruce's legs to accommodate his needs, and then Joker began to fuck his Bat. His long, thick cock moved in and out of Bruce with a smooth rhythm that only left him needing more. Immediately, he began to fuck the Bat with a faster pace, digging his nails into his skin. Smooth fluidity aggression took over, and Joker's need to conquer the Bat took over, making every push harder and rougher than the last. Bruce braced himself against the table, pushing back, shoving himself into each thrust Joker gave him. Each time there hips met, Bruce let out a quick, deep huff that mixed with Joker's short, high pitched moan; their tempo perfect.

Bruce moaned, "Don't stop." Throwing back his head and arching his back. He was in such a state of pleasure he couldn't think.

Joker, reaching his arm out, roughly grabbed a hand full of the Bat's hair, pulling it mercilessly as he continued to vigorously fuck him. The table shook with the force of the two men bracing their weight against it. Time was lost between them, their bodies lost in nothing but brute, raw pleasure. Bruce forced one stroke after another, as he desperately moved his hand back and forth on his own dick. He was so close to a release that he was already trembling. Bruce let out of deep sigh relief that made Joker grin from ear to ear. The Bat's dick pumped its load with force, the mix of exertion and elation was a high he couldn't have predicted. He found himself in a true state of ecstasy.

The Clown slowed down but didn't come to a complete stop; he needed only a few more strokes himself. With one last hard pushed, a moan mixed with a laugh escaped from the madman. It was over. Joker was delirious with pleasure much like his partner. He collapsed himself over Bruce, relaxing his cheek onto the Bat's back while the two men regained their senses.

Their breathing slowly started to match. Joker traced his finger along the outside curve of Bruce's back as he started to speak.

"Batsy, sweetie. Your suit. I'm afraid it's going to be a nightmare to clean." Joker teased.

A groan came from Bruce, "You didn't?"

Bruce shook his head slightly, "I don't know why I asked, of course you did."

A soft laugh escaped Joker as he pulled away from the Bat, eyeballing the mess he'd created.

He watched as Bruce stood up and starting to pull himself together, "Now really, Batss. Can you blame a guy for trying to mark his property?"

Bruce paused and turned to look at the Clown.

"His property?" The Bat asked curiously with a lifted brow.

The smug grin across the Joker's face started to melt away, "Purely pragmatically, of course. In a tangible kind of way." If Bruce didn't know any better, he'd swear Joker was almost embarrassed.

"Of Course." Bruce kindly replied, causing Joker to give him a huge grin.

Then Joker looked away, trying to act as if he needed to direct all of his attention to the act of tucking his shirt into his pants. Bruce smiled as his watched his Clown, knowing that he wouldn't push the subject. They would share their feelings when the time was right, for now, he was more than happy to just be his property.