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"Didn't want to be kept waiting, eh Bats?" The Clown Prince spoke after stepping out from the shadows. He peered up at the bat's arched gaze, tilting his head at him and baring his teeth into a grin. "Well Boopsy, it'd be rude of me to hold you back any longer."
They've been playing this game for a while now. Batman showing up to Arkham to gather information from the Joker in exchange for one, single, antagonizing favor.
A kiss.
It made the Batman grit his teeth in response and always left him in marks when he'd leave the crazed maniac. But Joker would never lie about his information. He'd always give solid hints and clues for any hideouts he'd miss, and it made him wonder 'why'? What was the motivation for this? To gain control the situation? Blackmail?
He'd ask himself this every time it drives him back to come back here, but he won't give into temptation this time.
He held out a hand to stop Joker before he got any closer. "You know what I want first." He uttered sternly but it only made the clown throw his head back to give a wild laugh that echoed off the white padded walls.
"Afraid that I'll kiss and run? I know you're not afraid to take risks though but why not just this once?" The pale man simply pushed the gloved hand away and draped his arms on his nemesis's shoulders. He fluttered long lashes against his blood-colored eyes, gazing curiously into the bat's piercing whites of his mask.
As much as Batman wanted to push him away, he could only put his rough gloves on each of the Joker's hips. His thumbs rubbing at the bones through the maniac's stark black leggings. This is how it always started. It didn't used to. At the start, Batman would rough him up before following into this dance that the Joker would oblige in. Now their game begins sensually, bit of touching and Joker making sly comments to lead his Bat on. It never stopped him.
"I don't take chances with you, Joker."
A pale hand went up to caress Bat's covered cheek as the clown hummed delightfully and it led to a giggle. "You already are, Sugar." A long blue tongue slivered out pass Joker's red lips. It was always inhuman to him every time he saw it, but it's how his clown was. A feral creature with the whitest skin, cruel eyes and amazing agility. One that he approaches with caution. He found that fascinating about him.
A shudder slipped out of the brooding bat when he felt the tongue tease at the corner of his lips. It begged for a taste of him. He allowed it when he slowly slipped is own out to exchange each other's longing drool, making Joker chuckle into the kiss. Their mouths crashed together into this animalistic hunger. As if they desired be together every time they're apart, longing to be one once again. This reminder just brought Joker's waist closer to Bruce.
It scored a squeal out of the Joker. His manicured fingers slipping under the cowl until Batman brought a hand off a hip to grip around the clown's wrist tightly, he growled into Joker's mouth. He couldn't hold back a giggle as he bit at Batman's bottom lip teasingly.
Always taking a step too far.
Their tongues fought, Bat's tongue swirling against Joker's larger tongue that filled his mouth. His tongue prodded everywhere, the roof of his mouth, teeth, cheeks and lips but he wouldn't let him win. The Joker doesn't go down easy which Bruce took for a challenge. His other hand still on the clown's hips would move lower and groped a handful of Joker's cheek roughly. The clown hitched foward, his chest pressing against the Bat's as he let out a hiss. Their mouths finally parting away, exchanging breaths and spit cruelly trailing from their tongues. Mr. J grinned with his toungue still lewdly hanging out, he panted out, "Naughty Batsy."
He reached for the hand behind him to have the Bat let go of his grip, bringing the hand up to chest.
"At least buy me dinner first."
He barked out a laugh when looking at the Bat's narrowed eyes and stern mouth that had been marked with lipstick, his spit also coating the sides.
"Or did you forget why you were here, hm?" His eyes crinkled at the edges from his 'innocent' smile. This was the chance that Bruce takes, getting caught up in his own selfish desires. He hated that Joker had to be the one that reminds him. Though, the thought eats at him that Joker reminding him is him being selfish in return. He doesn't want this game to end. He wants him to return.
He needs to see him again.
Bat's hand let go from Joker's grasp to bring to his wrist, then he brought the other to join and brought Joker's hands together. "Tell me then."
The clown sighed. He leaned into where Batman's ear would be and whispered lowly. "The abandoned theater off the south side. There's a drop leftover. About 4 guarding. Good luck." Before pulling away, he gave a quick kiss to his cheek. Laughter escaping him at marking his Bat one last time. That sealed the deal.
The Batman leaving as his clown's laughing echoed down the asylum's halls.