Unmasked Obsession (Batman/Joker)
Gotham, Crumbling.
A deliciously twisted Joker and a broodily dark Batman (who appears so emotionally unavailable) face each other in a bat-black penthouse with a blown off roof.
“You’ve really brought Gotham to its knees, haven’t you?” Batman growls, chiseled chest rising.
“WHYyy sO SeRiouSSSSss?” Joker responds with a devilish glint in his eyes, focused intently on Batman and memorising the way his shoulders strengthen at the mention of kneeling in front of Joker.
Batman strengthens, cursing himself for his tense moment of weakness. Joker’s going to do something mad, something quite dangerous. He knows it, because Joker’s always been so cunning.
“You and me, Bats.” Joker laughs evilly, with a hint of lust. “It’s always just..” he steps closer to Batman, rendering the space between them almost nonexistent. “You. And. Me. When the world burns.” Joker’s smile widens, his voice taking on a darker, more seductive tone. “How Romantic, no?” With a single motion, Joker flicks his veiny hand, and several grenades find their feet. Batman steps aside as Joker steps back, their gazes never diverting.
Joker’s eyes narrow, with an amused smirk flashing his face. “You’re still so predictable, Bats. But then again, you’ve always been predictable, haven’t you?”
A speechless Batman with eyes smokey and dark is full of emotion that he cannot show. Not to Joker of all people. He is an utter psycho. One that prides himself on being the “Bat’s great arch nemesis” as he’s heard oh so many times. “You want to destroy everything,” Batman says, his voice a deadly whisper as he leans in. “You want to burn Gotham down. Burn me down. But you’re just scared. You’re scared of what comes after.”
Joker’s lips curl into a feral grin, his breath hot against Batman’s face. “And what comes after, Bats? What’s left when all the pieces fall into place?”
Batman swallows.
“Tell me,” Joker continues, almost purring now, “if you had a choice, Bats… would you destroy me, or would you let me destroy you?”
And that was it.
Batman took Joker in his muscular arms with a grunt. Joker laughing breathily, bringing his face in line with the 6 foot bat. Batman grips the Joker’s hair, the hottest slick-back known to man. The Joker, squeezing the arms of his fierce Bats that he’s been cackling about since…oh. Ahh. fuuuuck. Nevermind.
The heat of their bodies and the wetness of their tongues moving over each other’s bodies, ruins any hope at a coherent thought.
“ohhhh,” a sound escapes Batman’s mask, an obvious desperation for more. Joker grabs him again, pulling him into a brutal kiss. It’s one so deep that Batman wonders why they’ve been ruining Gotham when they could’ve been ruining each other the whole time.
Breathing heavily, Joker’s tongue slides into Batman’s mouth, hands moving wayyy below. “Such a funny costume,” Joker smirks. “How am I ever going to get you out of it?”
Batman’s lips move faster against the Joker, their bodies rampantly merging into one. There’s barely time to speak the words “why so serious?” before Batman bends, lowering his head, with a steady stare into the Joker’s evilly glistening eyes.