Batjokes oneshots (Batman x Joker)

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(Short and not so sweet. TW; violence and dubious consent(?) set completely in first person Joker's POV. Also Trans Joker because shut up I need trans rep) 

Its been hours. Bruce watches me, teasing me with tender brushes of fingers and lips, that vibrator deep inside of me and buzzing continuously. He handcuffed me to the bed, I can't move. Can only squirm, the pain of overstimulation so overwhelming yet he won't stop it. Won't take it out, won't touch me. And I'm crying. Sobbing, pitiful and weak. I hadn't realized, the way my lips moved to form words, desperate and longing. My throat was dry now, from how long I had been begging.
And after hours of torture, after hours of heat pooling, the vibrations stop. I sob, and I don't know what to beg for. For him to let me go, to hold me and cradle me. For him to turn it back on, to see how long I can go until I pass out from too much. For Bruce to kiss me, to fuck me into the bed without abandon.
But I don't get the chance to rasp out a plea. Bruce is speaking, asking something of me. But my ears are ringing, head mushy from the constant coital thought.
Then he punches me, square in the nose. I yelp out in pain, my head crashing into the headboard behind me as I feel the metallic and red liquid shoot down my face like a river. And I'm drinking it, with how much I'm panting. The feeling of being waterboarded with my own blood, the painful shocks thrumming through my nose, my clit, my entire body. I cum. Dry, no liquid left from the amount of orgasms I've had. I cum, purely from the pain.
And he's laughing at me. Sick, and twisted, degrading. And it makes my body heat up more, the feeling of being used, the feeling of embarrassment.
And then his hands wrap around my throat, and I am seeing white. He presses down, no opportunity to swallow or gag, to bring air into my lungs. The asphyxia is blinding, mind hypoxic. Bruce could kill me. My life is in his hands. And I'm cumming again, knowing I could die. Knowing his grip was now letting up. I drink the air up hungrily, gagging with how fast I guzzle it down. I can feel the bruises forming everywhere, and yet it adds to the arousal. 

'So fucking pathetic', you know he's thinking.
And you can't help but agree.