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Entry tags: | author: sweetcarolanne, fanfic, genre: angst, genre: fluff, knight vs anarchy round 8, one-shot fic, rating: r, team anarchy |
Team Anarchy - Round 8 - Fic: Playing the Part
Original poster: sweetcarolanne
Title: Playing the Part
Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Prompt: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.
--As You Like It (Act II, Scene VII)
Pairing: Batman/Joker.
Fandom: Nolanverse (influenced by others too)
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, no profit, suing is futile!
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied sex, violence, angst, bad language and a touch of fluff
Summary: Joker decides to play a little game to make sure that Batman truly loves him. Joker POV.
Word Count: 519
A/N: Many thanks to my beta, who wishes to remain anonymous.
He says he loves me. Took him long enough to admit it, but he finally did. Still, I need to know his feelings at more than the level of words, or even of a good, hard fuck. I need to know that Bruce is mine beyond all measure of a doubt.
I’ve got to see it in his eyes, see that flash of fear when a man knows he’s in danger of losing something more precious than his own life. It’s a rare and awe-inspiring moment, when you see that look on the face of somebody you love. They’re really suffering at the thought that you could be out of their lives forever. And you know for sure then that you’re worth something, even if the whole fucking world has always tried to tell you that you’re not.
You’re probably shocked at such a revelation from me. Believing that no sane person would ever do something like that to a loved one. But sanity’s never been my forte, or so I’ve been told. And nobody’s got any business getting all horrified at anything I do. You should know by now that I’m capable of anything. Wrenching darling Brucie’s heartstrings is only a fraction of what I’m planning to make sure he belongs to me for life!
And it’s going to hurt me far more than it’s going to hurt him.
I’m going to start a little trouble. Steal something silly and sentimental like a heart-shaped jewel or a weapon fashioned into the form of a bat, and get myself beaten just enough to make it look and feel good. Might as well enjoy the pain if I’m going to go to all the trouble to cause it to happen… I’ll make sure I fight someone who can do a little damage, but not too much, and kill him before he inflicts anything irreparable. I want a broken rib or two, some bruises, a few nice scars here and there, and lots of bright, dramatic blood.
Oh, when Brucie sees that, he’s going not going to know what hit him! Or me.
I’ll play the part of battered but not quite broken Joker well. Pulling wry faces, making all sorts of ironic little quips. Not serious even in the throes of what looks to Bruce like deepest agony. I’ll get to spend lots of time in a soft bed on clean sheets, recovering, while Bruce himself tends to my wounds. And when he touches me, I’ll feel the tenderness he has in his heart for me, and it will be better than any amount of words.
He’ll look after me until I’m all healed, and as soon as I’m strong enough, we’ll be fucking again, harder and wilder than we’ve ever done it before.
You know me well enough by now to realize I don’t do the delayed gratification thing, any more than I do the serious thing or the romance thing. But for Bruce, I’m willing to endure it all, for a little while at least. Some people are worth a touch of sacrifice – not many, but a few.