The Joke's On You, Bats! [ 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝙹𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚜 ]

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Warning: Sexual Assault

Jason grinned, ignoring the meal set in front of him. He stood and, to his pleasure, Bruce flinched. Striding over, he placed a hand on the other's shoulder.

"Come with me, Bruce. I've got something for you."

Bruce stared with blank eyes, silent and in awe,"Yes?" He got out of his chair and followed the Joker imposter. His mind was fuzzy, where am I? Where is he taking me?

Jason made sure to check for Alfred, but saw no sign of the older man. So down the hallway and upstairs, he lead Bruce to his old room.

He had the other step in first, he closed the door and locked it behind him. Jason grinned a feral one.

"You know Bruce, training has been really hard on my body. Would you like to see?"

Bruce swallowed dryly, haven't I already seen his body? But his head nodded anyways as he took a seat on the bed. The mattress sunk in with his weight, he kept his gaze level with the other.

Jason chuckled, he undressed slowly and moved his clothes away. He rather liked the helpless innocence Bruce gave off right now, he wanted to taint it all.

"Take off your clothes as well." He ordered, striding over to his mentor. He felt satisfaction as the other did just that, blankly staring off into space and undressing. It was quite a sight.

Bruce looked over at the Joker, the pale skin that enticed him so, the green eyes that dangerously flashed in the afternoon light and those exhilarating lips. How long had it been since he started craving this man in more ways than one? Only a few nights ago, he hated him. But now, he wanted him for all he was worth. But this still didn't feel right.

Jason felt his breath catch in his throat as his mentor shed all clothing. He reached out, touching the muscles beautifully sculpted by years of vigorous training. He was no body builder, he had the right amount of definement. Jason relished in this fact, letting his fingers dip into each curve, he let his mouth roam Bruce's neck.

Bruce shivered, the feeling of lips on his neck and hands memorizing his skin left him breathless. He felt worshipped, but at the same time, he felt wrong. Something was off, he was too fuzzy to figure it out though. He let the other lay him on his back, a soft groan leaving him when the other man straddled his waist. He could feel his heart beating faster, his length quickly hardening.

Jason enjoyed this too much; he enjoyed the fact that he could make this man react so quickly, he enjoyed the fact he had so much control. He simply enjoyed playing out this fantasy. He leaned down, biting Bruce's neck and whispered hotly in his ear.

"I'm going to make you mine."

But aren't I already yours? Bruce wondered, he stared up to the Joker looming over him. He still couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Get on all fours, Bruce," he commanded, biting his lip in greed and excitement. Finally, his time has come. Finally, he gets to claim what he's been denied for so long.

Firstly, he put a condom on, no need for the world's greatest detective figuring out who he was afterwards. He debated using lube or not, though his trembling hands already placed themselves on Bruce's hips. He licked his lips and thrust his length against the other's rear, not entering but savoring the feeling.

Bruce gripped the sheets tightly, he winced at the feeling of the Joker digging his nails into his skin. This wasn't like the clown at all, he didn't like this new change. The small rubbing to his sensitive entrance made up for it, he panted softly and arched his hips into that sensation.

Jason grinned and spread his cheeks, he guided the tip of his length to the small hole and slowly penetrated Bruce. He felt the man below him tense, the pressure on his cock pulling a moan from him. He rubbed his shoulders, kissing his neck and biting his ear lobe.

"Relax, Bruce." As soon as he said those words, his mentor relaxed slowly.

Small whimpers of pain left his throat, he buried his head in a pillow. His knuckles were bone white from holding onto the sheets, he could swear he felt something trickle down his thigh. He knew it had to be blood. He couldn't believe the Joker could do something so terrible to him, he thought the clown to be a changed man. Tears burned his eyes, he couldn't shed them.

His thrusts started off slow but his carnal lust took over as he roughly shoved himself into Bruce. He didn't hold back his growls, he tugged on raven hair. He enjoyed the pained groans from him, he slammed harder into him and saw him shiver.

"Haah..!" Bruce cried when the other hit a spot deep within, the pain blinded him. He felt those tears run freely now, he couldn't hold back his agony.

This can't be the Joker...

Jason finished quickly, but to Bruce, it felt like an eternity. He curled his legs to his chest, shivering from the pain he still felt. His eyes were distant as his mind replayed what occurred moments prior. He never reached a climax, he realized.

The younger man smirked, he left the other man alone in bed as he redressed himself. He found himself liking that lost look in Bruce's eye, it suited him.

There's a chance he won't remember a thing, what a pity, he thought, giving his mentor one last look. With a shrug, he left the room and wandered into the Batcave, he needed money after all he's been through.

He stretched his arms as he walked over to the weapons section, there was so many to choose from. A prototype would be perfect, he could pantent this and sell it to the military. He chuckled at the possibilities. Bruce wouldn't do anything if that happened, his identity was too important.

He clasped his hands together, giddy with excitement. His plan was going so very smoothly, he expected at least one complication. He grabbed a device that could stealthily be used as a weapon jammer.

He observed the device closely, noticing the prototype label. He shrugged, money was money.

Suddenly, the back of his head was hit and he stumbled in pain, dropping the prototype. He groaned, willing his head to clear from blurred dots. Turning around, he saw a man with a pipe raised up. He glared, his vision clearing.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Jason growled, he backed away from the other man and felt around for something to use as a weapon. The green hair was a dead giveaway even if the clown didn't have his usual face paint.

The Joker grinned, feral and mad,"Oh, what am I doing here? Heehee, why don't you ask my Batsy?" He giggled and swung the pipe, getting a good hit on Jason's side.

He gasped and grasped his chest, the air knocked out of him. He held himself up on the work table, trying to figure out how this psychopath got in. He shook his head.

"There's no way he'd let you in here. And even if he did, you'd be chained up like a dog."

A growl emitted from the Joker's throat, he took another swing but missed as Jason dodged and started to run away. He laughed happily and chased the other.

"Who are you to say that? I bet you're not even supposed to be here! And taking things too!" He sprinted faster, raising his arms and striking Jason's back firmly. He giggled.

With a cry of pain, Jason fell and scraped his palms on the floor from catching himself. He looked up to the Joker, tense and frightened. He watched as the pipe was held high and before he knew it, it came smashing down on his head.

The Joker looked down at the bloody mess he'd made. Such beautiful art, he grinned and wiped his face off. Blood stained his sleeves and pooled around Jason's head. The pole slid from his hand, a loud clang resounded through the cave and bats screeched and their wings fluttered.

He took a deep breathe, his eyes closing. The adrenaline in his veins left him feeling shaky, killing always had the nice after effect. He exhaled, opening his eyes and began to walk up the stairs that lead to a new place he's been curious about.

He'd already broken his promise, there was no turning back now.