overlithe (overlithe) wrote in batmanjoker, @ 2009-05-11 13:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: jokerluv, chaptered story: the mordacious affair, fanfic, knight vs anarchy round 9, rating: r, team anarchy |
Team Anarchy - Round 9 - Fanfic: "The Mordacious Affair" Pt Three
Original poster: jokerluv
Title: The Mordacious Affair
Author: Jokerluv
Prompt: Carve your name into my arm. --Every Me and Every You (Placebo)
Word Count: 767
Disclaimer: I do not own Joker or Batman
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, Profanity, and Violence
Summary: What happens when the Joker becomes the hunter?
Clearing the cobwebs from his head, Batman stared hard into the devious clown’s hate filled eyes.
“Joker! You did this, didn’t you?”
Feigning his innocence the Joker couldn’t believe he even had the stupidity to ask. Who else could pull off such brilliance?
“Me? Why on Earth would you think that?”
Batman struggled to break free, but the Joker had a firm grip on him.
“Ah, ah, you’re not going anywhere. You and me, we uh, have some unfinished business to discuss.”
Narrowing his eyes, curiosity got the best of him.
“What are you talking about?”
“I thought due process was your main source for existence? Where the hell have you been, hmm?”
Tilting his head, a knowing look of disgust crossed his masked face.
“So, you are responsible, for everything.”
A shiny row of yellow rotten teeth protruded through his façade of red paint.
“I like to think of it as a phone call of sorts. A message to one that dropped the ball, so to speak.”
Glaring into each other’s eyes, Batman knew exactly what he meant. Images of the last night they were together haunted him yet again. He couldn’t get the Joker out of his head. That look of lust filled desire, urging him to take him any way he saw fit hypnotized him to the core. He was drawn to him unlike anyone before and had to taste those ruby lips. His body had a mind of its own and began to lean in. Lips inches apart, he could smell his musky aroma coupled with the oily scent of greasepaint, God knows what would have happened if the Bat signal hadn’t been turned on. That one look and all rules went out the door.
He was brought back to the present by that intimate lilting voice.
“Why have you been hiding? Do you fear me? Is it because I stir something up in you that goes against every fiber of your being? Is it that difficult for you to give in to pleasures of the flesh, your carnal desires?”
Batman growled despite the beginnings of that familiar simmer he always felt when the Joker was around.
“Carnal desires, what do you know of desire? You’re just a cold blooded killer. The only thing you desire is to live off the pain and suffering of others!”
The Joker loosened his grip as the words cut him like a knife plunging straight into his heart. Why couldn’t he see that he had feelings, too. Sure he killed, but it was all for the good of man kind. To show everyone who they really were, not who they pretended to be. To rip off their masks of sanity once and for all, to expose them for the parasites they truly are.
Swallowing hard, he took a moment to collect himself, and came to the realization that the hard way must be chosen. Knowing it might be the death of him, it would all be worth it, if he could just, for once, give in.
Nodding his head, he finally spoke.
“You’re right. I do have a desire for chaos and destruction, a passion for watching the world burn and all its inhabitants blown to bits, especially one in particular.”
Slowly he flicked out his pink tongue, teasing his bottom lip, and as his dark eyes drew to slits, he continued.
“The night I was in Gordon’s cage, watching the clock, tick tock, tick tock, the countdown to death. The ecstasy in knowing you were going to save Harvey instead of Rachel was too much to bare alone. Tell me did the image of her pretty little soul scattered in pieces all over Gotham ever enter your mind?”
From the deep recesses of his essence came the rage that made Batman who he was today and as he grabbed onto the Joker, he slammed him into the opposing wall. His fists pummeled the Joker’s face and body, while bellows of laughter purged from between the ragged scars.
As his body became tired, Batman finally stopped and what sounded like cries of mournfulness poured from his aching heart. He straightened up and looked at the Joker, bloodied and in a state of sheer rapture. Slumped down with strands of greasy green hair stuck to the side of his face, blood coming from his nose and mouth, he was trying to catch his breath, and as he looked up into the unholy eyes he whispered,
“I did it for you. Everything I do is for you.”
Chapter One: http://community.livejournal.com/batman
Chapter Two: http://community.livejournal.com/batman