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"Hey, Bats" The Joker smirked, walking around the tied up Batman in his evil lair. It was foggy, dark and the only sound audible was the clacking of the Joker's heels against the concrete floor.
"What a pleasure it is to finally have you here, in my own quarters! I never imagined there would be a day when I finally catch the bat and trap him in my lair! You're always running from me...what a shame." The Joker taunts Batman as he sits tied to an uncomfortable steel chair, almost emotionless.
"What do you want? Why am I here?" The Batman asks, gruff and serious. He is a man of very few words, who only speaks when absolutely necessary.
"Oh, do I really have to have a reason to want you here? Well, I guess you could say I wanted to spend some time with you. Alone. We never get to spend time together, just us, so I thought perhaps we should!" The Joker laughs maniacally at his own words, finding his own voice to be quite entertaining.
"Also, Harley isn't here right now and I'm still a man with needs."
Batman raises an eyebrow, intrigued but also aware of what the Joker might be talking about. He waits for the Joker to develop upon what he said, but he remains quiet. Batman decides to ask him about it. "Needs?"
"Oh, Batboy, so innocent... Yes. Needs. Hunger. Thirst... And not for food or water." He giggles and sits down in a far more comfortable chair than the one he tied Batman up to. He places the chair facing the wall but in front of Batman then he sits down and leans on it so he is manspreading right in front of Batman.
Looking away, Batman punishes himself for being vulnerable and ending up in this situation. He understands what the Joker is saying, and he doesn't think it will end well. The Joker's restraints consisted of zip-ties and duct tape. Batman had broken them a long time ago and was just waiting because curiosity got the best of him. He was very interested to see what the Joker had planned for him.
The Joker stands up and circles Batman, only to stand in front of him and run a single finger down the Dark Knight's chest. He laughs as Batman looks away once again, and takes a seat on one of the man's strong knees.
Suprisingly, Batman barely flinches. "Oh, Batsy~ You can't deny our attraction. Opposites attract, and we are definitely opposites, don't ya think?"
The Batman sits frozen in place on command. He quietly mutters "Alright, we are. But... I don't like men."
The Joker giggles and leans his head on Batman's shoulder, now completely sitting on his lap. "This isn't about liking genders or sexes, Batbrain. This is about human connection, this is about needs. In particular, lust."
With his breath starting to quicken, Batman chooses not to respond, but he watches the Joker carefully, not knowing what to expect. This whole scenario sounds like one of the nightmares (or dreams?) he's been having, as much as he doesn't like to admit it.
"Can't come up with anything to say? Awh, that's okay. You're telling me enough with the fact that you haven't done a single thing to try to get me off of you." The Joker smirks, using his hands to feel the armor covering Batman's strong pecs and abs.
He sensually caresses the vigilante's body, trying to tempt him and trying to find a crack in his non-caring demeanor.
Losing more control, Batman starts leaning in to his enemies' touch. "Joker... I'm going to regret this."
"Regret what, hmm? I'm just trying to take care of my needs." Joker starts moving his hips slowly but rythmically, unbuttoning his purple blazer to reveal a forest green dress shirt that is suprisingly formal.
Unwillingly blushing, Batman glances at the display in front of him but quickly looks away and prays that the Joker won't see how turned on he is.
Of course, a moment later, his enemy laughs psychotically upon seeing Batman's erection.
"Oh, you dirty boy, do I really make you that happy?" Joker taunts, knowing exactly what he is doing.
He leans in to kiss Batman, but waits a second to see if Batman will pull back. When Batman does nothing to stop him, he grabs the Bat's cheek and kisses him.
Batman responds by making out with the Joker, giving up on pretending that his hands are tied up. He grabs Joker by the waist with one hand and pulls him in as they passionately make out.
With his other hand, he tugs on the villian's dark green hair. "I hate you." Batman declares when they take a break to breathe.
"You hate that you love this." The Joker responds.
"You're getting lipstick on me." Batman complains as he sees his reflection in a broken mirror leaning against the wall.
"You're the one who was getting all hot and bothered. I was just trying to help, Bats. Can't blame a man for trying to help, can you? Also, did you want some more lipstick, is that why you commented on the fact that you have some on?"
Without letting Batman answer, Joker hungrily pulls him in for a kiss and Batman reciprocates the emotion, just as hungry and lustful as the psychopath on his lap.
Panting heavily, Batman moves his hand from the Joker's hair over to the Joker's gloved hand which is on his cheek and moves it to his neck. The Joker giggles into Batman's mouth and playfully squeezes, choking his lover.
The anti-hero whimpers and pants when his adversary starts grinding on his lap desperately.
He responds by bucking his hips up, making the man on top of him gasp softly.
"Keep moving." Batman commands. "If you stop-"
"If I stop, what, hm...? You wouldn't do a thing except whimper and beg for me." Joker smirks as he continues grinding against the man's lap.
"I'll lock you up in Arkham. Total isolation. Forever." Batman almost coughs on his words as he starts reaching his breaking point.
"Oh, Batsy, you would be far too lonely without me in your life. Now be a good little bat and kiss me." Grinning, The Joker keeps upping the pace until Batman can't do anything except follow whatever orders are given to him. He kisses Joker and in return, Joker licks Batman's lips and slides his tongue into the vigilante's mouth. Panting, Batman lets out a quiet moan and whispers.
"I'm about to-"
Moving faster than ever, Joker cuts Batman off mid-sentence. "That's it, Batboy. Be a good bat and let go for me. I want you to call me sir and tell me how you feel once you finish. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, sir! Yes! Yes... That's right... Oh, yes..." Batman pants out, having finished under the Joker's hips.
Watching Batman finish, the Joker laughs and gets off of his lap. "Looks like Batbrains got his pants all dirty."
"Cut it out" Batman sighs, recovering from his high. "I should leave."
"Oh no, it isn't even morning yet! Stay, won't you? Don't you like being tied up to a chair?" Joker knows there is no way The Batman will stay so he theatrically blows him a kiss goodbye. "Goodnight, and thanks for coming to the show!"
Batman can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of The Joker. He grapples up to the ceiling and dissapears into the night, wanting to have regrets about the events that happened but for some reason he can't find it in himself to regret it.