*If you're underaged maybe you can better skip this story*
Lipstick and Bruises.
Jack giggles as he pulls up his skirt a little. Poor little Batsy is stuck at work tonight, and shouldn't he give him a visit?
Tucking a lipstick into his skirt pocket, Jack twirls, letting the pink plaid skirt with red and purple stripes and the bow tie at the front, ending at around his knees-
The form-fitting top is a smoky black and sleeveless. Mmhm. Mister J likey.
Brucey is in for a big surprise, hehe. Batman seems to think that as long as he is Bruce Wayne the Joker would never bother with him.
Well, he is wrong. Jack wants him. He wants to take every inch of Bruce's soul and meld it together with the tattered remains of his, to create a perfect mold of imperfect souls, devouring and all-consuming-
He takes a purple suit top(not his usual ones) and pulls it on in one fluid movement. Putting a scarf on and tying his hair up in a low pony tail, he is pretty sure no one would recognize him.
Jack hates disguises. The process of masking himself is fascinating, but after he finishes a cloud of suffocating smog settles over his eyes. The way people move around him like a river of dead fish-
The way that he cannot feel, like his senses are muted. His eyes cannot see as far. He wants to rip the scarf off so he can sense the air on his scars and taste Gotham on his tongue.
He wants to run and dump green paint on his hair so the wind rushing through it feels more real.
Jack wants to smear lipstick on his lips.
He is immensely relived when he got to Wayne Enterprises. With quite a few cat-calls from the men walking or driving by, too. He would rip their eyes out when he has the time.
It only takes faking a sickly sweet voice and batting his eyelashes to get over the security. He should tell bats that it sucks.
Well, he had to knock Brucie's secretary out with chloroform, but he is prepared.
Once the Joker, wants to do something, he does it and he does it good.
Bruce appears surprised for a second, and then angry.
"Jack.Get out."
"Aww Bats!" Jack grins and rips off his scarf. He can breath again. Taking out a tube of lipstick, he applies it so that it smears over his scars and leans over to wrap his arms around Bruce's neck, leaving lipstick stains all over the back of his suit.
Bruce glares at Jack. "Get out." "Don't cha want me here, batty?" The clown prince grins and Bruce grits his teeth. The red lips stands out from his unpainted face and the smell of roses and mint attacks his nose.
Leaning down to grab the young boy roughly, Bruce feels slightly victorious as he elicit a small moan from Jack as he presses his fingers to his neck, leaving bruises.
Jack growls when Bruce pulls away, slightly breathless and with lipstick all over his face.
Pushing the Batman over, he straddles his waist, the skirt pooling around their thighs.
Bruce groans as Jack grinds down hard, throwing his head back as the skirt bobs up and down.
Then he stops and rolls of him.
"Lemme do this, bats." Jack licks his lips and Bruce finds himself anticipating what would happen next.
Pulling at the pants of the five thousand dollar suit and dragging down the boxers painfully slowly, it takes every single ounce of Bruce's self control not to flip the boy over and fuck him into oblivion.
He gasps as Jack leans down and take a tentative lick at the head of his length, and then swallow it, inch by inch.
Bruce kept eye contact with Jack the whole time, poison green against sea blue, but his eyes often slipped downwards, seeing the impossibly red lips enclose his swollen cock.
Then Jack lets go with a 'pop' and grabs the tube of lipstick, reapplying it while Bruce stares in fascination at the way bright red encloses those lips yet again while experiencing the worst case of blue balls he has ever had.
Then he stands up and slips the pink lacey panties off, lifting one foot up, then another. Bruce's eyes traveled with the pink cloth, and, when Jack threw it at him, he stuffed it into his breast pocket.
Jack strides over and sits onto Bruce's lap, leaning over, taking his hundred-dollar tie and pulling them close together.
"I want you to make me scream." The horny boy murmurs sensually into the playboy vigilante's ear.
"Oh, I will." Bruce chuckles, eyes dark with lust.
Jack starts rubbing his backside up and down against Bruce's exposed and lipstick covered length. "Dammit." Bruce growls and pulls Jack close so that he sits in his lap and squeezes his cheeks, leaving bruises where his hands went and drawing throaty moans from the boy.
"God, bats, just fuck me already!" Jack half sobs and half laughs as Bruce licks and sucks at his neck, leaving bite marks and red markings that shows the world who exactly the mad clown belongs to.
"My pleasure." Bruce positions himself and thrusts up.
His office is on the top floor and there are a few more floors between his and the rest of the employees. People would have to fly over in a helicopter to actually see him.
The tight, wet warmth engulfs him and Bruce gasps, digging his nails and breaking Jack's skin, the madman writhing in pleasure and agony. "Fuck, bats-ah-!"
"Fuck." Bruce rasps. "C'mon, move it! Move your ass-" Jack's spine curves up as he grinded down, taking in the- "Fuck, yes!" Bruce yells again. Jack finds that as long as he is not Batman he talks. He talks a lot and he talks dirty.
"You like it?" Bruce pants and growls, eyes raking over the clown's exposed body. "You like it when I fuck you, don't you?" Jack giggles as he continues to ride Bruce.
The screams and groans he made sends a shiver down Bruce's spine and sparks to pool at his abdomen.
"Stop. Moving." Bruce orders. He will climax right there if Jack keeps shifting around like that.
"Just- bend me- gwah- over! And FUCK-! AH!" He grips at Bruce's shoulders, biting through the fabric and at the skin.
Pulling out despite the desperate need to just finish there, Bruce throws Jack on the ground and pushes.
And then they were a wild, writhing mess on the floor, Bruce slamming into Jack as they both scream obscenities and clutch onto each other for their life.
Sparks fly in his eyes as Bruce hits his prostate repeatedly.
Then Jack clenches down hard as he comes with a short scream and Bruce followed soon after, the other man still clenched around him.
"W-whoa..." Jack laughs after they both lie down on the ground as a tangled, breathless mess.
"Do that again sometimes." Bruce laughs, equally breathless.
"Baby I reserved something special tonight." Jack winks, shushing Bruce as he asks if it it Batman related.
"No worries Bruce-bat. It's jus' you and me." He reaches over and rubs the material of the panties still in Bruce's pocket.
"And these."
He slips them on and throws on his scarf, blowing a kiss at a still stunned and disheveled Bruce, and stumbles out of the office.
"It's gonna be a long wait." Bruce breathed to himself, the orgasm still rattling through his bones as the
mid-noon sun shines bright outside the glass panels.
One hell of a long wait, but totally worth it. Every minute of it.
