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Team Anarchy--Round 9--"The Date, Part IV"--Fic
Original poster: ragcat
Title: "The Date, Part IV"
Author: Ragcat
Prompt: Carve your name into my arm--Every Me and Every You (Placebo)
Word Count: 1074
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or Joker, or Nolanverse or DC Comics anything.
Rating: Strong R
Warnings: Slash, sex, language
Summary: Bruce really enjoyed his date with the Joker.
Links to previous chapters:
Part V: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Part III: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Part II: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Part I: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Again, Bruce woke with a smile on his face. He still carried the memory of his raucous night of lascivious behavior with the Joker close to his heart, but it was time to move on, and he was ready. Ready to put it out of his mind and get back to work. Ready to focus....
He flung himself out of bed and was soon freshly showered, shaved and dressed for the office, all business, a well-turned out man in an expensive suit with a briefcase full of meeting agendas and phone numbers hastily jotted on Post-It notes, about to go on his way downstairs for a sensible breakfast. At the threshold, he stopped short, his hand on his bedroom doorknob.
Who was he kidding?
He was...ready.
He turned on his heel and went back to his closet. He found a small overnight case, pulled a casual shirt and a pair of jeans from their hangers, grabbed a change of socks and underwear, stuffed them in the bag, and, still smiling, continued on down to the breakfast table. Alfred heard his employer on the stairs and filled a coffee cup with the steaming brew, placing it in Bruce's hand as he walked into the breakfast nook.
"You look quite hale and hearty this morning, Master Wayne."
"Oh, thank you, I am feeling pretty well, I have to say. Must be all this healthy food you've been serving me."
"No doubt. Vitamins and nutrients, very important to a busy man such as yourself."
"Well, you can pat yourself on the back, it seems to have done the trick."
"Glad to hear it, sir." Alfred had been noticing a distinct air of unease and strain in his boss's demeanor over the last several weeks, and he had a strong notion that it had nothing to do with his boss's diet. But it had apparently evaporated into nothingness sometime in the last couple of days, and it was good to see.
After eating, Bruce picked up his briefcase and the bag, and jauntily strode toward the door, whistling cheerily. Alfred, missing nothing, cast a questioning eye in his direction.
"Planning an overnight getaway, sir?"
Bruce felt himself blushing. He hadn't blushed in years, but Alfred had a way of making him feel like an awkward teen when he caught him about to be "naughty".
"I don't know, Alfred. I'm just...being prepared."
"I haven't seen you so excited over a young lady in ages, Master Wayne, I hope everything goes your way."
"Well...thanks. I...yes, thanks. I'll let you know if I'll be home tonight or not."
"Very good, sir." Alfred gave Bruce a restrained smile, trying not to appear obviously delighted. Over the last few months, Master Wayne seemed to have been having a crisis of confidence where the fairer sex was concerned, and it was nice to see that things were taking a more hopeful turn. He knew Bruce wasn't in a situation where a long-term relationship could be made to fit in easily with his hectic--and dangerous--schedule, but it had been so long since he was even slightly enthusiastic about his love life....
Bruce hastened to his car; he felt bad about leaving Alfred with a wrong impression, but, after all, there was no guarantee he would even be having a romantic evening that night; he was just going to go trolling. His date with the Joker, wrong as it was in SO many ways, had given him the confidence to finally move forward and seek out a more suitable lover. He had quietly researched gay bars out of state and had managed to find one that catered to a wealthy, high-profile clientele looking for discretion as well as romance. He might get lucky or he might not, but either way, he felt joyously excited about the possibilities.
And...he had the Joker to thank. A curious--no, a bizarre situation, to be sure, but he didn't care. It had been worth it, totally worth it. The Joker had taken him past the point of being immobilized by his own fears and shown him what he really needed from a sexual partner...and, maybe, eventually, from a romantic relationship, too. Although it was absurd to think of the Joker as being a model for someone Bruce could be involved with.
Ha-ha, no way. Of course not. It was just that it was now clear that a run-of-the-mill, buttoned-down collar, straight-laced sort of fellow would not fill the bill. Never.
Not since Bruce had tasted the forbidden apple that was the Joker...he was...exciting. Challenging. Handsome, in a rough, disturbing way. Dangerous...so damned dangerous. And such a demon bastard in bed, oh damn it, sometimes Bruce thought he was still walking funny after spending a night with the clown. Although, every second had been a knee-shaking, mind-blowing, brain-melting pleasure....He tried to push those thoughts out of his mind. He would NOT be seeing the criminal again, not under such circumstances anyway.
Not with the green dye washed out of his wavy dark blond hair, not with the thick greasepaint wiped away from his beautiful, scarred features. Not with his clothes off, revealing his lean, sinewy body, with the taut muscles flexing under pale skin as he....No.
Bruce Wayne would not see "Jack" again. Oh, Batman might have a run-in with the Joker, would almost certainly chase and capture him, battle with him or face him across an interrogation table at the MCU, trying to defeat the reign of terror he had inflicted on Gotham's underworld as well as on its banks and financial security.
But Bruce would NOT call the number on the "Joker" card, would NOT say the words to bring them together again for another night of raw, hot, unbelievable sex like the billionaire had NEVER KNOWN in his entire life and wouldn't have believed possible if he hadn't personally lain under the madman, experienced his piston-like hips driving that amazing cock into him, and then turned the tables, forcing the skinny blond down on the bed so he could crawl on top of him and plunge himself deep inside that deliciously tight, velvety channel, ramming into him until he shot a load of hot semen so far inside that only a little ever trickled out, no, he WOULD NOT make that stupid, stupid mistake again....
Bruce's smile had faded, and he was pensively biting his lower lip as he approached the parking garage at Wayne Towers.
He would not.