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Another restless night, Joker paced around the base chewing on his tongue. His henchmen watch a mix of worry and hilarity at their boss clearly thinking hard but being unable to sit still. His mind was racing, Gaggy and Archie were still working on explosives, Judy was still recovering from a broken arm, and the car was also being repaired by Jonny. No settling his restless mind by getting a pummelling, so he paced.
Most of his henchmen had no idea what was wrong, all except one. Bob tucked his straw bleach blonde hair behind his ear, as he stood up and gently pushed Joker into the clown’s bedroom. He pushes Joker to sit and closes the door. “You’re thinking about him again, aren't you?”
“There's nothing left to plan, you know I hate waiting when there's nothing left to plan!”
“Just rub one out, boss. We won’t hear it, nothing I haven’t heard before.” Joker stands up quicker then Bob can register, crowding him against the wall, talking very quietly.
“It’s not that easy,” he says with intensity, “You think I haven’t? It doesn't help! I can’t stop thinking about him, before it was just a crush but now that it's tangible? Now he's reciprocated enthusiastically?? It’s been 43 days exactly, but it feels like YEARS. I’ve waited longer for more dire things but, I don’t know I just…” Bob puts his hand on Joker’s chest.
“Then why don’t you just booty call him?”
Joker takes a step back, looking dumbfounded. “You did not just say that to me.”
“I know you found his number, stalker, call him up! Facetime him and let him see how desperate you are, maybe he’ll take pity on you.”
“He didn’t take pity on me last time, he literally begged for it! He’s Bruce Wayne, he can find other vices, he doesn't need me like…” Joker stutters, but Bob knows what he was going to say. Joker scowls, trying to look intimidating, “You should remember your place, ‘the henchman’, stay out of my sex life. You already made it clear that was something you were happy to do.” Bob rolls his eyes, groaning.
“Please, my old man vag has seen enough action for one lifetime, and you dont scare me junior, you’re too youthful and soft.”
“I’m in my 30’s, I think.”
“That's young to me, dipshit.” Bob pulls Joker by his collar so they’re eye level. “You’re also insecure and that makes you stupid. If playboy piggy bank can have anyone he wants, why did he beg you? Why did he kiss you goodbye?” Joker turns a bit pink.
“Waylon told you about that??”
“Shut up, actually think about what I’m saying.”
Joker closes his mouth, grumbling to himself before doing something he swore off doing a long time ago. Letting himself hope. He remembers the way Bruce looked at him, with passion and bliss and serenity, he'd have let Joker do anything to him but Joker wouldn't have taken advantage of that. That's a defence thing, pretending to be the scary monster to hide from others, from himself, but Bruce would be the defenceless one. Bruce would be putty in his hands, trusting him to keep him safe, to give him everything he needed. He was drinking his jizz like it was the elixir of life, he wanted it. They both did. Joker was broken from his train of thought hearing giggling from the middle aged man in front of him. Only then does he feel the heat in his pants, he quickly covers himself.
“OKAY, fine. I’ll talk to him. But I can do better than ‘facetime.’
Climbing over the fence is the easy part, Joker was a clown after all, clowns are incredibly nimble and athletic. It takes a lot of skill to land on your ass and get back up, Joker tries to comfort himself as he rubs the ass he just fell on, but at least he’s over the fence. The hard part is finding the right window. He already checked where the cameras were to the best of his ability, so Joker did his best to avoid being seen as he approached the manor to find anything princess balcony-ee, that would fit a master bedroom.
Joker does his best to avoid being seen through the windows too, ducking and weaving behind trees and bushes, all well maintained and bulky enough to hide his thin frame. One tree is particularly tall, so Joker decides to get a better vantage point. He climbs the tree like a stationary trapeze, swinging and throwing himself at each branch, until he's in the leaves near the top. He scans each window not caring for what's happening inside, it’s late, he doesn’t expect much movement and most of the lights are off. There it is, sticking out from behind the building, just in view, the princess balcony. Joker basically falls out of the tree but he moves fast, making his way round until he's under it. In front of him is a pair of glass doors on the cute porch decked out with fancy outdoor furniture, then above is the balcony, acting as a shade. Joker pulls out his switchblade attached to an elastic ribbon from his sleeve. He spins then slings it, the knife lands on the balcony then flips open as Joker yanks on it, creating an anchor. Joker tugs a few times then begins to climb.
Joker lands softly, barely making a noise. He wraps his knife back up and goes to test the glass door. He stops just short. The curtains are drawn so Joker can’t see inside and he starts to overthink. Maybe Bruce changed his mind, maybe he hasn't spoken to him cuz he was ashamed. Who would wanna be known as kissing the JOKER, master criminal and generally awful person. Maybe he came to his senses, maybe he should just leave. But then he remembers what Bob said, how adamant Bob was Wayne wanted to see him. He takes a breath and tries the door. It’s open. Joker however knocks before stepping inside, letting his hips sway as he fiddles with the ribbon, pushing the curtain out of the way. “You asleep, muffin?” Joker whispers, but then he sees the bed is empty.
It’s nearly 3am, where the fuck is Bruce? Joker sees the bathroom door is even open and the lights are off. He didn't see anything about Bruce going away, there's usually a news report. Joker awkwardly stands there, not sure what to do, what can he even do in this situation. This really was a mistake, he should just go… but he doesn't. He's come too far damn it, he's gonna wait. He takes off his jacket and his shoes and sees a very comfy chair by the door where he would be out of view. He sits and waits, even as the burning desire pools towards his crotch he doesn't move, he can wait.
Joker feels a wave of anxiety when he hears talking down the hall, talking getting closer. As it approaches he recognises the voices, and one of them is Bruce. Joker is vibrating from anticipation, he's not sure if he's ready, but the door opens regardless. “Night Alfred, you know I’ll be up late tomorrow.”
“Of course sir, sleep well Master Bruce.” Joker is frozen in place as Bruce enters the room, shirtless. Tight black pants grip his thighs, calves and ass in a way that knocks the wind out of Joker. His back looks so kissable, a few scars, imperfections in his skin, Joker can feel the blood rush south. Bruce sighs heavily as soon as the door is closed, he doesnt turn on the light as his shoulders relax in the dark, Bruce hasn't noticed him, Joker thinks. Bruce bends down to pull back his bedsheets and Joker breaths just a bit too heavily. Joker barely registers the piercing Blue eyes suddenly staring into his soul. “Joker?”
Joker stands up way too fast, probably looking insane or more insane than usual. He goes to say something but can't, visibly panicking as his hands try to talk for him as he gestures at nothing. Bruce is silent too, now stood up again looking wary and looking Joker over. Noticing the jacket hung off the chair then looking down.
“I should go.” Joker says firmly, Bruce looking at his face again, clearly confused. “This was so stupid, sorry for… this, I… yeah.” Joker tries to grab his jacket and also tries to slip a foot into one of his shoes, but now Bruce looks annoyed.
“Joker, what are you doing here? I want an explanation, now.” he sounds MAD but in a quiet way, it's scary, not Batman scary but scary. Joker sighs, then makes a few more nervous noises.
“I don't know! Well, I do, I missed you, I haven't stopped thinking about our last encounter, I tried getting into big plans to take my mind off it but now there's nothing and I’m just thinking of you.” Joker keeps his eyes on Bruce the whole time, watching his face soften a little. “But this isn't right. I don't wanna just be a fling to you, I…” Joker covers his mouth and Bruce fully relaxes. Joker slowly removes his hand from his mouth, looking uncertain, Bruce tilts his head, as if to ask him to finish. “I… No, no Bruce, you don't wanna know. I’m a stalker, I read those stupid tabloids, I have a file on my computer with your name on it, I’m a freak, a literal criminal! I’m obsessed with you even though I barely know you. I’d like to know you, the real you, but I don't deserve that! I came here cuz I was horny, like an asshole!” Joker gives an exasperated sign, covering his eyes with his hands, unable to see Bruce. “You deserve better than me, and I could never deserve you.”
It's quiet for a while, too long, Joker can feel tears stinging his eyes. He hears Bruce rummaging around, it takes him a while to uncover his eyes to see what he's doing. Joker would never have expected a slim pale dildo in Bruce's hand. “I call it Joker, I sit in my bathtub and ride this thing till my legs ache. I didn't even try turning on the charm with anyone since our first time cuz I was worried I’d say Joker out loud. Granted I don’t stalk you, but you’d be surprised by the info Batman has on you… I certainly was.” Bruce is closer to him now, Joker can't move, he's in awe. It’s almost identical to his own junk, less crooked but the right girth, Bruce has impeccable memory. “I only got this a week or two ago, your size was hard to find, I’ve used it a lot.”
“Why didn't you try to contact me?” Joker asks in earnest.
“Didn't exactly have your number, plus Batman can access all my data logs.” Joker just nods, that would be difficult to explain. “He already knows about our adventure in the closet, he was not impressed.” Joker just laughs, but then Bruce gets closer. “I… don't care what he thinks. I’ll give you my number, so we can figure this out together.” Bruce puts his hands on Joker’s hips, making him shudder, “After whatever you wanna do tonight.” Joker gulps.
Joker doesn't know when they started kissing, he does know he lost his shirt almost immediately when Bruce undid each button with speed and efficiency, and started pulling Joker towards the bed by his belt, which he then swiftly removed. Joker gently took the belt from Bruce, whispering, “How do you feel about bondage? Pretty thing like you must get tied up so often.” Bruce just rolls his eyes, but takes a moment to think.
“I don't know, I wanna feel your cock in my hand again, before it goes in my mouth, maybe tie me up around then to fuck me.” Joker starts kissing down Bruce's chest, trying to hide how excited he is.
“You've really thought this through huh, good boy knows exactly what he wants.” Bruce moans, Joker didn't forget he liked those words. Joker starts to shimmy the pants off Bruce, not seeing any underwear as he pulls them off. “Dirty boy, what were you doing in these?”
“E-exercise!” Bruce squeaks out, “Batman leant me them to work out in, he doesn't know I go commando.” Bruce's dick springs out as Joker pulls them down further.
“So fucking dirty, he would not appreciate that. That's so hot, thinking about your dick in these tight things bouncing like a Spacehopper while you’re running. Do you spread your legs when doing weights?” Joker starts grabbing himself through his trousers, groaning, unable to control himself. Bruce laughs taking Joker’s hands, Joker starts humping the mattress unable to get the friction. Bruce places Joker’s hands on his tits, getting a firm squeeze.
“I do, but only because it gives better weight distribution. I should give you a demonstration sometime, although I bet you'd be a wreck just like you are right now, you'd wanna hump my legs and cum on me while I’m running wouldn't you?” Joker nods, smiling goofily. “And I’m the dirty boy?”
“You’re filthy, suggesting all these things, I’m already riled up!” They kiss, Joker doesn't hesitate to force his tongue down Bruce’s throat, and Bruce lets him, stroking himself as Joker fondles his tits. “Help me get my pants off and we can stroke each other, then go from there.” Bruce nods
Joker towers over Bruce, softly mewling as Bruce strokes his cock, as he rhythmically strokes Bruce back. It must feel so much heavier for Bruce, his dick would just be hanging between his legs as he kneels over him, Bruce cant stop staring, eyes flicking between shaft and very low hanging balls. Bruce has girth to him, his dick is thick and long, it's no wonder he's so popular in bed, he's the perfect size and his skin feels so silky. He’s cut, unlike Joker, and he waxes his crotch unlike Joker, they are polar opposites, two sides of the same coin. A blob of semen leaks from Bruce’s tip and Joker can't help but contort to take a long slow lick, making Bruce cry out, before letting out a few sighs. Joker perks up.
“Idea!” Joker cheers as he gently slips from Bruce's grip, turning himself around so his head hovers above Bruce's pelvis, and his parts dangle inches from Bruce’s face. He can feel how quick Bruce’s breath is on his balls, causing them to shift. “Dig in.” he mumbles sweetly before taking Bruce in his mouth.
Joker lovingly licks and sucks Bruce, softly stroking where his balls meet his shaft with a single finger, every now and then moaning with his mouth full, that made Bruce shudder every time. Bruce was filing his throat like his life depended on it, he’d moved Jokers hips encouraging him to fuck his throat, which he did very VERY gently. He could feel Bruce relax under him, gently moaning as Joker's dick fills his throat, stretching it, his balls occasionally covering Bruce’s eyes. Joker can feel Bruce’s cock start to dribble, Joker lapping it up, caressing Bruce’s slit with his tongue, which only lets out more cum. Bruce whines, vibrating Joker’s cock, which makes him groan. He thinks about pulling out cuz hes getting close, but he knows how Bruce gets with his cum. “Baby… ha, I’m close. I, hah-... I need you to sit up, okay?” Bruce whines again, but this one sounds more frustrated. “It’s okay baby. I’ll cum in your mouth. I just don’t want you to choke.” Bruce doesn’t put up a fight when Joker drags his cock out of his throat, letting out a sigh.
Bruce is on his knees, crouched down, tongue out as Joker kneels above him, jerking off at rapid pace. He pants, watching Bruce lean closer to try and get a lick. Joker humours him and places the head on Bruce's tongue. Bruce closes his eyes, touching himself, stroking his cock, as he feels Jokers foreskin rub against his mouth. Joker tries to sound calm as he talks, “Just in yer mouth or? Ah fuck, fuck! Or on your face?” Bruce points at his face and Joker nods. He pulls back a bit, watching Bruce chase his cock. His head rolls back as Semen spills from him. Covering Bruce’s nose, cheeks and forehead, doing his best to aim to avoid his eyes the best he can. Bruce takes the head into his mouth to swallow the rest. Once he stops feeling the pour, Bruce lets Joker go with a pop. Joker admires his handy work, his masterpiece, as Bruce begins to use his fingers to scoop the cum into his mouth, licking his fingers. Joker notices Bruce’s dick leaking and silently bends down to take him into his mouth. Bruce startles, grabbing Joker’s head and thrusting up. Joker has no gag reflex (thanks acid, you’re good for some things) but he's still surprised when his mouth is filled with cum. He swallows it all with ease but still needs to take a few deep breaths afterwards.
“S-sorry!” Bruce blurts out. He gently holds Joker’s face in his hands, searching for distress. Joker just opens his mouth and says ahh, showing Bruce his empty mouth. He starts using his own fingers to help feed Bruce the rest of the cum on his face.
“It’s okay baby, I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”
“Should've asked you.” Bruce mumbles sadly between mouthfuls.
“I should've asked, it was my own fault, I took you by surprise. I’m sorry baby.” Bruce smiles
“It’s okay. I liked it. I’ll tell you when I don’t.” Joker smiles softly, caressing Bruce's cheeks.
“Good boy.”
Joker gently rubs Bruce’s back as they cuddle for a bit. Bruce looks ready to sleep after all that and Joker is worried he will if they try anything else. He can always come back, they don't have to do anything crazy tonight. Joker is currently hard as a rock (acid coming in clutch again, thanks increased adrenaline) but it's up to Bruce. He feels Bruce shift, so he moves his arm to let him get comfortable again, but then Bruce starts kneeling. He takes Joker into his mouth again, making him moan, and gives Joker a side eye smirk. “I could hear you overthinking.”
“Ngh!! You just look a bit sleepy, it’s almost legally early, we can keep going another time.”
Bruce rolls his eyes, “I’m fine, really. I’m not usually this calm but I’m nowhere near ‘sleepy’.” He leans over to the bedside dresser, pulling out some lube. “Besides, you still need to fuck me.” He’s about to lube his own fingers, then looks at Joker. “Just don't make me cum yet.” Joker nods vigorously, and Bruce throws him the bottle.
Bruce is face down, ass up, mewling into one of his pillows as Joker gently fingers his hole. He got two fingers in a lot quicker than last time, and Bruce seems to be a lot calmer. He still rubs circles into the small of Bruce's back, taking his time to stretch him out. Bruce starts to get impatient, wiggling his butt to try and get my stimulation. Joker can’t help but laugh, not his usual menacing cackle, but a soft laugh full of warmth and adoration. “Alright, alright, you’ve had some practice since, just one more.” Joker slides in a third finger and Bruce moans with relief. He pushes his hips back and Joker meets him by thrusting his fingers in all the way. Bruce whines but keeps pushing back, and Joker leans over him, kissing down his shoulder blades. “Don’t get mad, muffin.” He warns, kissing Bruce’s neck as he pulls his fingers out. Bruce groans, turning his face just to give Joker a grumpy look which makes Joker giggle. He kisses Bruce on the nose. “Oh hush.” He flips Bruce over onto his back, catching him off guard. Bruce’s cock is rock solid, now leaking onto his tummy, his whole body was blushing. Joker guides Bruce’s hands towards his bed header. “You still wanna be tied up baby? Or do you wanna hold onto me?” Joker lets go of Bruce’s hands, giving him a choice. Bruce barely hesitates as he reaches out to Joker, gently putting his hands on Joker’s shoulders. His piercing blue eyes cut through Joker, he feels his eyes go misty and Bruce looks worried, gently wiping Joker’s eyes. Joker takes a few breaths. “I’m okay.” he takes one of Bruce’s hands and kisses it. “I’m just hoping this is actually happening.” Bruce breaks from his trance, all his hard edges returning to his face. He sits up, holding Joker’s face in his hands.
“I’m right here. Yeah? I’m happy you’re here, Joker… to me personally, calling you a real name would make this less unbelievable.” Joker deflates a little, which makes Bruce bite his tongue, holding Joker closer, “It’s okay! It’s fine, you’re you, you’re here.” He kisses Joker, “That's enough for me.”
Joker weakly laughs, enjoying the cuddle but feeling awful, “I really killed the mood, huh?”
“What? I’m having a great time, its only a good fuck if someone cries out of passion.” Joker laughs softly as Bruce kisses his cheeks, removing the tears. “We can stop if-”
“No, please.” Joker sounds almost scared, but Bruce calms him down.
“I just need to check, you’d do the same for me. Besides, we will be doing this again, I can just use the silicone you if we stop, but we CAN keep going.”
“Even with all,” he gestures to his wet cat looking face and Bruce smirks at him, kissing him.
“I meant what I said, I hope I’m crying by the end of this.” Bruce is smiling as he says it, but Joker knows he means it. He kisses Bruce, softly at first, pressing his rough lips into Bruce’s soft ones, before sliding his tongue between Bruce’s perfect teeth.
They devour each other, not fighting for dominance or control, but just appreciating being able to do this at all. Bruce takes the bottle of lube, squirting some into his hand and starts to slowly stroke Joker. Joker whines, sucking on Bruce’s tongue as he squirms under Bruce’s touch. Joker breaks the kiss, saliva still connecting them as they part, Joker can barely put his tongue back in his mouth as he moans softly while Bruce strokes him lovingly. Joker starts to thrust up into Bruce’s hand, but then Bruce pulls away, “Save that energy for where it counts.” Joker sits to attention, then take’s Bruces hips, and lifts his ass up just enough to see Bruce’s hole. He hooks Bruce’s legs over his shoulders, Bruce makes a sound of surprise. Joker looks up to check on Bruce and his pupils are blown wide, black pools surrounded by a thin ring of bright blue, Joker smirks and looks back to Bruce’s hole.
His ass is so soft in Joker’s hands. He squeezes Bruce’s thick pillowy thighs, feeling strong muscle under delicate skin. Then he again pries Bruce’s cheeks apart, and gently rubs his cock head against the soft pink hole. Bruce mewls in anticipation, his breath audibly speeding up, but Joker takes his time. Joker can still barely believe this is happening, but he's not gonna let that stop him. Bruce looks so beautiful with his slightly open lips, wanting hooded eyes and his broad soft chest that rises and falls with a quick pace. He’s going to warp that, wreck him, but Bruce will only look more beautiful when he does. He starts to push inside.
He watches in awe as he slowly disappears inside Bruce, he can feel the stretch and squeeze and warmth enveloping him, he can’t help but groan in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Bruce is whining and whimpering, mumbling incoherently as Joker slowly presses into him, too slowly. Joker feels Bruce starts to writhe beneath him, thrusting his hips forward, making Joker stop. He looks at Bruce's face, he looks so red with drool going down his chin, beautiful. “I wanna make you feel good baby, but you gotta wait.” he’s surprised he sounds as calm and firm as he does with how amazing his dick feels right now, Bruce makes a sound of genuine frustration, and to Joker’s surprise tries to move again. Joker grips Bruce’s hips, hard enough to bruise, causing Bruce to moan and tip his head back. Joker did man handle him a little bit last time, but not like this. He thought Bruce liked being told what to do, but Bruce actually liked being controlled. Joker felt his cock twitch, Bruce probably did too. “Naughty boy, I should have tied you up, should I? You can’t misbehave like that.” He goes back to slowly pushing inside Bruce, causing him to whine, Joker thought it was so cute. “Aw, I can’t stay mad at you. I like a challenge, plus you’re so cute when you’re being a brat.”
He punctuates his last word by finally bottoming out, letting out a soft moan of satisfaction. His dick burning inside Bruce, he needed to start moving, feel the slick push and pull, but he wanted Bruce to wait, to play out this scene to its fullest. Plus, Bruce is a mess, he’s trembling, legs jittery and breath coming out even quicker, this is exactly why Joker wanted to take it slow. He leans down, shushing Bruce and kissing around his face, telling him how good of a job he's doing while his partner relaxes. Bruce starts gently kicking Joker’s back, making a pouty face even while he can barely keep his eyes looking forward, Joker can’t help but laugh a little, before relenting and beginning to pull out. He’s not nearly as slow as before, showing Bruce some mercy, only his cock head remains inside Bruce before he slams back in. They both moan at the sensation, and Joker whispers, “Okay, you win.” and he sets a fast, steady pace. Slamming into Bruce with each thrust, causing Bruce to moan without care. It filled Joker’s ears as he looked down at his lover. Bruce was his and they both knew it.
Joker leans down as he fucks into Bruce, and starts sucking on Bruce’s collarbone, giving into his possessive urges and trying to mark him. Bruce whines, but hold’s Joker’s head closer, Joker smile’s into Bruce’s skin. He eventually stops and hovers over Bruce, watching his blushing face contort in pleasure, feeling Bruce’s breath on his face. He keeps pistoning his hips, thrusting deep and hard, savouring all of Bruce’s sounds and movements. He’s causing Bruce’s bliss, he’s making Bruce feel good, and that makes his heart bleed with joy. He’s basically folding Bruce in half, fucking into him with abandon, he sits up just to be able to go deep and thats when Joker gains a bit of awareness and cover’s Bruce’s mouth before he screams. He only slows for a second to grab a pillow for Bruce to bite into, before thrusting at the same pace in the same spot, causing Bruce to bite HARD as he keeps crying out in bliss.
“You close?” Joker asks through gritted teeth, Bruce does his best to nod, gripping the pillow with his hands too. Joker notices this and looks down at Bruce’s weeping cock, lying neglected on his stomach and Joker realises something. “Honey, have you not touched yourself this entire time?” Bruce shakes his head, still moaning as Joker hasn’t stopped moving. “Is that- fuckin hell, is that cuz you wanted to c-cum just from my dick?” Bruce looks away, getting even redder, shutting his eyes tight as his dick leaks again, Joker can’t believe it. He stutters a bit, trying not to cum, making Bruce whine. “S-sorry! Sorry! That’s just so sexy Bruce, but I want you to cum first.” Bruce unlatches his teeth from his pillow to utter one word.
“Together?” Joker sighs in awe, speeding back up.
“Together. Yeah. Thank’s baby.” he leans back and uses all his power and speed to thrust back into Bruce’s g spot, making Bruce start chewing on the pillow again. He can feel the sweat on their skin, the blood hot in his veins, and he sees tears running down Bruce’s cheeks, then he remembers. “Come for me, good boy.”
A switch is flipped and Bruce spills all over himself, cumming hard. Joker also blows his load, filling Bruce’s ass with his jizz. He pulls out after some time and jerks himself above Bruce, letting the last few spurts land on his face. Bruce looks completely blissed out, he tries to reach to wipe the cum into his mouth but Joker lies next to him, and helps wipe the cum off his face and gently wipe his finger’s on Bruce’s tongue. Once that's done, he kisses the rest of Bruce’s face clean, and cuddles into him, stroking his hair.
“You don’t need to speak yet, but is this alright?” Joker asks cautiously, and Bruce turns to him to cuddle into him further. Joker smiles, “Thank you, darling.” He was going to ask if he could stay, but with Bruce wrapped around him he was comfortable assuming it would be. They both feel the weight of their exhaustion, and soon drift off to sleep.
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Joker could feel the warm light of the sun on his face, he went to stretch but felt a large weight still on his chest. He kissed Bruce’s forehead before gently sitting up, doing his best not to disturb the sleeping mass. Bruce’s head rests in his lap, and he looks down at the noirette with pure unfiltered adoration. After all, they were alone in here.
Except they weren't, as Joker finally looks up to see Alfred sat in the chair he waited in last night, still partially covered by his jacket. He has a very cold expression on his face that cuts right through Joker. “Good morning,” Alfred starts. “I assume you slept well.”
“I-” Joker starts, genuinely terrified, before shaking off the anxiety. “I… did. Thanks.” He tries to sound a little defiant but his look of regret nearly amuses Alfred.
“I was worried when I heard Master Bruce making some distressed sounds last night,” oh fuck Joker thought to himself, “But then I heard a second voice, one that sounded thoughtful, and so I left it. ‘They snuck in,’ I thought, ‘They’ll probably sneak back out, clearly it’s none of my business.’” Joker nearly goes to say something but Alfred continues, “But then I come in to wake Master Bruce, and you’re still here and both asleep. You, of all people.”
“I barely believe it either.” Joker said in earnest. Which only makes Alfred more confused. “I didn’t think he’d tell you about our previous encounter, I am who I am after all.”
“No, he told me.” Joker nearly chokes, looking completely surprised, “He tried to hide his toy from me too. I’ll be frank, I was confused and disturbed, but only because he’s my son. I hope you understand that.” Joker smiles softly.
“Yeah, I get it. I’m the scary bad influence boyfriend you didn’t see coming. You thought you taught him better than that, and you think he deserves better. I do too,” Alfred’s face softens a little, “but he’s chosen me, I think, so I want to do my best for him.” Alfred seems satisfied with that and stands.
“Very well, Master Joker. And don’t worry, I only heard while walking past the room. The children didn’t hear a thing.”
“Thank fuck, I was worried for a second there.”
Alfred leaves and Joker exhales, before gasping when he feels Bruce’s mouth envelop his dick. “GH- Bruce!! Alfred was just-” Bruce lets Joker’s dick go with a pop.
“I know, that's why I waited. Good morning.” He kisses Joker’s cheek before going back down on him. Joker sighs softly, stroking Bruce’s hair.
“You’re gonna legitimately milk me dry, honey. Jeez.” Bruce sits up.
“I can stop, I’m sorry I jumped the gun, I-” Joker gently lowers Bruce’s head back down and Bruce eagerly chokes down Joker’s cock.
“Good boy. I love how much you love my taste. Go to town, muffin.” He slap’s Bruce’s ass, getting a moan in return.
Bruce sighed after swallowing Joker’s recent climax and Joker got Bruce off by gently stroking him while whispering sweet nothings into his ear. They finally get out of bed and shower together. Nothing sexual happens in the shower, they just make sure the other is clean, get dry then get dressed. Joker finishes drying his hair and Bruce takes Joker’s phone from his pocket, putting in his phone number. “You don’t have a lock on your phone?”
“Pssh, why would I? Not got anything the police don’t know about on there, it’s all backed up, plus I’m me. Most people don’t get close enough to steal my phone.” Bruce chuckles, sending a text to himself. He looks at the phone wallpaper, seeing a photo of one of the henchmen with the phone, taking a selfie with everyone else in the background besides Joker. Bruce gives a smirk. Joker takes his phone back, “I said most.” He says sarcastically, and Bruce laughs.
“I gotta get to work, but thank you for this.” He kisses Joker softly, before walking away, “I’ll call you, I promise.” Joker waves goodbye and Bruce is gone. Joker realises this is Bruce’s house, hopefully Alfred can just open the big gate for him as he leaves, the goons are gonna love this.