"Batsy Batsy Btasy..." Joker shook his head he he walked behind the millionaire, grabbing his hair and face from behind, pulling it back but not harshly... "You're Mine..." He whispered in Bruce's ear, beginning to place very precise kisses-almost as if he'd traced out the exact spots beforehand-over the Bat's skin and neck... As if he knew exactly how much kissing pressure to apply to such precise places that left Bruce panting, lips parted, jaw slack, head dropped back as he let out helpless moan after helpless moan...
It's not my fault... He kept telling himself, it's not my fault... I can't help it...
He tried justifying his moans with, Anyone could do this to me... After finding my sweet spots...
But then again it seemed as if no matter where Joker kissed, it seemed to be Bruce's weakness, his sweet spot that had him craving more and more... And even as he tried justifying how his body helplessly reacted, the comprehension was so far gone-until disappearing completely shortly afterwards-because The Joker's kisses were so slick and beyond amazing... Oh they were absolutely indescribable...
The green haired man kissed Bruce like the psychopath owned him... And they both knew he did... They both knew if Joker took off those ropes that bounded Bruce to the chair, Batsy would not so much as move... Because he couldn't... All he'd do would be pull the supposed crazy-man closer... Even the little subconscious struggles he managed in those ropes, they were his arms and hands fighting to get to the one who owned Bruce... Wanting more, and more! Needing more!
Then there was a silence... A pause... And Bruces eyes opened travelling over the dead scenery around him. And it was all so clear to him... It was just a dream... Or was it?

(Tags: ck221B I wrote this a long time ago , but I wrote down that you helped inspire it with a picture of BatJokes you sent me once , so I figured I'd keep the tag <3 )