Lust and greed (jokerxbatman) (SATIRE 👹)

[2] Spectator

*A/N Joker's real name is Jack. Batman knows him as this (may be inaccurate to movie series/lore)*

My body froze as soon as I realized where I was, and who was in the room.

I only managed to ease the door open a slit before my heart - pounding with realization - stopped me immediately. Natural instinct, if you will. But that small crack in the door revealing his bare, defined back was all I needed for my heartbeat to drop somewhere else. 

I felt my trousers gradually tighten, my mind secluded to one, singular area.

All plans to "defeat my nemesis" or whatever, suddenly sounded so..irrelevant? With my head clouded with my sudden breathlessness, it was getting harder and harder to think straight. Why was I even here?  In this cave. In his home. Outside of this door, when all of my being was urging me inside.

I couldn't stand waiting any longer. Desperation surged through me.

Impulsively, my hand travelled down to my impossibly hard cock, as I hungrily watched him rest his head on the frame of the tub. The friction of the material shifting slightly as I unzipped the zipper was enough to make me gasp out softly.

I winced at the sound, hoping he hadn't registered it over the delicate sway of the water.

He hadn't. I was safe

Batman pov:

There was someone outside the door. I knew it as soon as I heard the doorknob click open.

You know, there is a reason for that, I'm not the type to just accept annoying clicky sounds or squeaks all around my house - It's for protection. Everything has its own complex little purpose: from the little click of the doorknobs being just loud enough to hear; to this built in lockdown button imitating a tile, over which my index finger circled. Ironic, isn't it? How Gotham's best superhero has to protect himself  of all people, if even more?

I rested my head on the cool frame of the tub, shutting my eyes and savouring the moment for as long as I could. Obviously, I wasn't worried. Did you really think I'd waste even a second of thought on some imbecile burglar, thinking he can earn some quick money on one-of-a-kind bat gadgets? One press of that button, and the whole place would go on lockdown - leaving me to deal with him. 

Then I heard him. 

The low, shaky gasp he released after a not-so-discreet zip and a soft rustle of clothing. He wasn't just waiting for me, he was watching me. And judging by the gasp he'd carelessly allowed through, I had a good idea of who he was.

A smirk grew on my face as I made an effort to stay motionless. If he wants a show, why don't I just give one to him? 

I shifted in the water as it began to lose heat, adjusting my position to suit my newfound spectator. Residue from my previous relief courageously stayed afloat, as the soft ripples of the water carried it to new, yet unexplored areas. This will be fun. 

I started at the tip, circling it back and forth with my thumb as rogue water droplets trickled down my hardening member. He liked that. Precum beaded me as I groaned at myself, at him standing in the doorway, watching me fuck myself. 

Then came the strokes - slow and steady. Each movement of my gently curled hand mixed my secreted liquids with the glimmering water, making light contact when I reached the base - which was barely above the surface. Also intentional.

Slowly, the sound of my deep groans as well as the edge of my palm splashing the water filled the silent, spacious room. I leaned my head slightly back as I increased my pace, accustoming to the change. My mind was stuck on one thought only: how loud and frequent the splashing would have been if Jack was the one in the tub, and I was watching.

 Joker pov:

Lust  clouded my mind as I clung to the doorway with all the strength my left arm could offer. My strokes became more rapid to match his pace. To match the echo of the rhythmic splashes bouncing off of the walls, straight into my grateful ears. I listened to the symphony of it, my breath hitching in my throat every other time his hand made contact with the surface of the water. 

I was getting close.

Losing all sense of spatial awareness, I surpassed his cruel speed. I needed more. More speed, more friction. I needed to feel this moment with every single crevice of my palm, literally.  The darkened hallway began to echo my own raspy groans as they betrayed me, finding their way out. And for that moment, we'd created a perfect harmony with his and my lustful sounds.

I was so, so close..

Silence filled the bathroom abruptly as the last splash barely carried its pathetic sound through the recently abandoned doorway. Did he really just..stop? Forced to give up my arrival, I sulkily peered through the slit to find him motionless. He comfortable rested both arms on the edges of the bathtub, as his head assumed a new, upright position. What was he doing? 

"I know you're there, Jack."

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