WARNING: NSFW
The Joker's face lives inside my mind. The Joker's words are inside my heart. We are both inside Arkham Asylum, and he is inside of me.
The Joker is inside of me!
I must have pictured this exact scene in my mind about a hundred times.
I gasp once he enters me. He steadies me, then begins to thrust in and out. My hips buck in response.
I feel his balls slap against the skin between my behind and my penis. Arthur's testicles are swollen and slightly tender, insinuating that it is almost time for the big finale.
Just as I suspected, he finishes. And he's not alone.
He fills me with his seed while my milky white fluid leaks onto the bleak floor tiles.
It's odd how we can make so much noise without exchanging any words.
