Ariana Grande

*Warning: Contains sexual content that may be unsuitable for some readers* - lowkey kinky :P

Joker didn't sleep. He didn't cuddle. He didn't feel. Yet here he was, waking up from a dreamless slumber, legs wrapped around Wayne, heart aching for some unknown reason. That was unacceptable. He sat up, seeing Bruce still snoozing. The open window haunted the corner of his vision but he refused to look at it. Why?

Why had he given up freedom for this man. Material possession or people had never been Joker's thing. Points, metaphors. Get Batman to admit they were similar, prove his obsession wasn't one-sided. But snuggling? No. No. No.

He could handle anything else, the agressive sex, the gunshot, but one thing Joker did not do was snuggle. Joker squeezed his eyes shut, trying to imagine himself in a different situation - without his legs and arms tossed over Batman's side like he was some sort of teddybear. Bruce's face was nestled in the crook of his neck, nose digging into his collarbone. He wanted to push him away but couldn't bring himself to do it for some reason. Instead, his pale hand wound its way into Bruce's thick dark locks, twirling it around his fingers. What the hell was he doing?

Bruce's breathing took on a new pattern and his eyes opened. He glanced up at Joker, smile spreading across his lips. Slowly he sat up, gently taking the clown's hand from his hair and holding them to his chest. "You stayed," he whispered.

Joker snorted. "Yeah well, disappearing off into the night is sorta your thing. Didn't want to jack your style. I was always more... Flashy. Didn't have any fireworks with me or bombs or acid or -"

Bruce shut him up with a kiss. Joker felt his eyes growing heavy and shut of their own accord, fingers flying to cup his face. The bigger man carefully pushed him down, straddling him as he deepened their kiss. Joker bucked up his hips to meet Bruce's, grinding them together. He moaned, heat rising between their two bodies, back sticking to the silken sheets as sweat began to pool at the nape of his neck. Bruce broke away from his mouth, still grinding against the smaller man. "This okay?"

Joker scoffed. "Stop treating me like some soft princess."

Bruce would've shrugged if he were in a different position, but was unable. "Just don't want to do anything you're not okay with."

Joker growled and began kissing his neck, mumbling as he carefully nipped above his collar. "Maybe you should be less concerned about what I'm okay with and more worried about making me want for it."

Hopefully Bruce would get the meaning of his words through his thick skull. The larger man did, pushing Joker back, grabbing his wrists with a single  hand and growling low in his throat. "This what you want, slut?" he asked, slamming his hips against Joker's crotch.

Joker's head fell back as he moaned loudly.

Bruce tightened his grip on the man's wrists. "Answer when you are spoken too. I don't want to repeat myself."

"Yess," Joker whined, lifting his hips to meet Bruce's.

The Bat chuckled, using his free hand to slid up Joker's hospital gown, ravishing the sight of the villain's cock. He grabbed it roughly, making Joker cry out. "Such a slut for me," he said huskily, playing with the length in his hands. "So tough until I've got you pinned down. You have fantasies about this don't you? I'm the only one that can make you cum, the one you think about when you touch yourself."

Joker moaned in response, unable to form words. Bruce released his hands only to lift off Joker's gown, reaching for one of his nipples and playing with it. Joker didn't mention that after the acid he'd lost all sensation in them, not wanting to ruin the moment. He just yoweled, panting heavily. Bruce laughed sadistically, "I told you to answer when you are spoken to. You're my little cockslut aren't you? Want me in you all day long. Think about me all night long."

He thought for a moment, an incredibly hard feat. "Arg. Fuck.... Yes."

Bruce's arousal was obvious, but he still hadn't removed his clothing. He saw Joker looking and chuckled. "Oh you want it don't you? Want me to fill you up?"

He whined as Bruce removed his hand from his dick, only to insert a finger in his ass. He groaned, crying out, completely forgetting about responding. The next moment, he was on his stomach, a hand squeezing his neck. "You didn't listen. You need to listen to me. Understand?"

"Yes...Daddy." Joker pleaded, hoping that the nickname would please him.

If it did, Bruce showed no sign except a sharp intake of breath and a low moan. "What do bad boys deserve?"

He had to think hard, brain completely fried. "Punishment."

"Yes. Now, for being such a bad boy you won't get to feel me inside you. Won't get that cock you crave so much, tell me how much you want me."

"Need. Need you in me. Ugh... I'm such a slut for you, I have to have you, I think about you all day long."

    That's when Bruce slapped his ass. Joker cried out, head snapping back. "Have you been bad?"

    "Ngh yes!"

    Bruce slapped him again, then again. Joker moaned at the pain, pushing his ass backwards to meet Bruce's hand. "Harder!"

    He complied, slapping him with all his strength, sending stings up his spine. Joker grabbed onto the sheets, knuckles turning white. Bruce kept going, not really sure why he was enjoying himself so much, but he couldn't deny that looking down at the Joker, crying out beneath him, ass red and tender from the torture, was really hot. Really hot.

    But this was wrong. He stopped slapping the Joker when the clown came all over himself. Of course Bruce made fun of him, not admitting that he'd come in his pants a few moments before. The small man undoubtedly noticed, but didn't say anything. Bruce collapsed back onto the bed, half on top of Joker, half on the sheets - sticky with sweat and semen.

    It only took a few minutes for the situation to become uncomfortable and Bruce begrudgingly cleaned both himself and Joker, who complained the whole time. Part of him wanted to run away, the other half wanted to turn the Joker into his little cockslut, just as his horny self had promised. But the part of himself, the part that was Batman, refused to do such a thing. He needed to help the Joker, and this couldn't possibly help him.

    The curly haired man had found his clothes, costume suit and shoes, complete except for the tie which Bruce had hidden away. He went to the window, mock-saluting the bigger man. "This is when I make my leave. No fireworks sadly, I may have a smoke bomb in one of these pockets though."

    "Joker wait!" Bruce held out his hand, biting his lip. "Stay."

    The clown shook his head. "That's not how it works, Batsy. I can't stay, you know that. I'm not a person anymore, I can't be your... Your boyfriend or something. This is who we are, Batman. We are enemies. We fight. Cat," he pointed to Bruce, "mouse." he pointed to himself.

    Bruce shook his head. "Who says that what we have to do. You're not healed yet, stay until you're healed. Please. One last time. I-I.... I don't want to see you go."

    Joker placed his hand on the windowsill, frowning to himself. His eyes were dark when he looked back at Bruce. "Oh but Batsy dear, I'm already gone."

    With that, he leaped out of the window, disappearing into the morning air.

I was a liar
I gave into the fire
I know I should've fought it
At least I'm being honest
Feel like a failure
'Cause I know that I failed you
I should've done you better

So one last time
I need to be the one who takes you home
One more time
I promise after that, I'll let you go
Baby I don't care if you got her in your heart
All I really care is you wake up in my arms
One last time
I need to be the one who takes you home