My Chemical Romance

Joker sat in the bathroom, staring at his face. His permanently red stained lips grinned back at him as he considered the events that had just transpired. A few more weeks of this and he'd have Batman curled around his finger, and after that, well, after that he would be free. The man was so foolish, thinking he could trap a man such as Joker, soon he would know never to mess with him.

His fists squeezed the edge of the sink, shutting his eyes tightly. Being under Batman's thumb wasn't something Joker handled well, he felt like a trapped animal, staring at the headlights that were the Dark Knight's luminescent eyes. Stuck. Joker hated being stuck.

Gulping, Joker ran a hand through his long curls, releasing a sigh. Batman was probably hiding somewhere, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. He chuckled thinking about it, knowing that the damned Bat was near by, unable to go too far away from him. How his plan had backfired. Joker could annoy him for all eternity if he wanted.

He had no intention of staying nearly that long, but the idea was still amusing. Splashing water on his face, Joker left the bathroom, seeing Batman sitting on the bed, staring at the wall blankly. "What's up Batsy?"

Bruce scowled, refusing to look at Joker, which only made the clown laugh with glee. He took a step towards Batman, waving his hands for no apparent reason. The dark haired man shot up, growling menacingly, "Don't come near me."

Joker laughed, tapping the side of his neck, "If that's how you feel shoulda considered it before putting this thing in my neck, huh?"

The next moment Joker was slammed on the wall, Batman's face inches from his own. "Such temper," Joker laughed, "I drive you absolutely crazy, don't I?"

Batman's dark eyes pierced his own, hesitation flashing through them right before he tossed Joker onto the ground, walking away. The clown chuckled, jumping up with ease and putting his hands on Batman's shoulders.

The muscles of Bruce's back tensed, ready for some sort of attack. Instead, Joker took advantage of the fact that Bruce was only wearing a suit and not his armor, sucking at his neck. Batman tilted his back instinctively, before remembering exactly who it was currently leaving a hickey on his collar.

"Get off me!" he screamed, tossing the Joker off his back.

"So aggressive, what's wrong Batsy dear, afraid you won't be able to hold yourself back?"

Bruce glared at him, shaking his head, "Why are you doing this?"

Joker shrugged, holding his hands out in a submissive gesture, voice low and serious, "I want to show you how alike we are. And don't go on denying it, I've heard it too much, this is your fault Batman."

Surprise destroyed Bruce's mask of anger, "How is this my fault."

Joker took a few steps towards him, advancing further when Batman didn't move away. He grabbed the man's tie, pulling him forward, "Because without you, there would be no Joker."

Bruce's breath hitched slightly as he was forced to stare into the black eyes of his enemy. But were they really enemies at this point? Maybe it was time to try and put the past in the past? Bruce knew Joker was crazy, insane, but some part of him agreed with the man - and that filled him with shame. Shame that a part of him was glad they were so close, that a part of him thought maybe he imprisoned Joker not because of justice, but desire.

What was he thinking?

What about all that pain Joker had caused?

Joker grinned, seeing the internal struggle happening within the man inches away from him. They could be so perfect, the pain inside them was the same. They were the same, and one day, whether today or another, Batman would admit it.

Whenever they fought, it filled Joker with glee, just getting to see Batman, getting to see Batman close, even if it was to receive several well aimed punches. Joker released Bruce's tie, taking a step backwards and extending his hand, holding his breath.

Batman looked at him, aware of exactly what that hand meant, with little hesitation, the man grabbed it, pulling Joker forward and forcing his lips on the other's.

Intense and angry, Bruce attacked the clown's mouth, pushing the man into the wall. Hands found their way under Joker's shirt, exploring until shaking fingers found their way onto his nipples. Joker gasped, head tilting back. Bruce took this as an opportunity, pressing his lips against the pale neck.

Batman didn't even realize that he had started moaning, but he didn't really care. Hungry lust devoured at his will, taking place of all rationality. Until, that is, the door opened and a rather shocked butler walked in on Batman and Joker in the midst of trying to get each other's clothes off.

Alfred stood there for a minute, stunned but not surprised. He had seen someone in Bruce's bed before he attacked the Joker, but at the time he didn't know who it was, only that they were most certainly male. He had never considered Bruce's sexual preferences, always assuming he was straight. He didn't really care who he spent his nights with, but Joker? That was truly astonishing, and very disconcerting. He would have to talk to Master Bruce about this. Not now however, Alfred allowed himself a small smile, turning around and shutting the door.

We could be perfect, one last night

And die like star-crossed lovers when we fight

And we can settle this affair

If you would shed your yellow, take my hand

And then we'll solve the mystery of laceration gravity

This riddle of revenge, please understand it has to be this way