iPod Drabble Challenge

Challenge Two

Challenge Two:

Fandom: The Dark Knight

Character: N/A

Couple: Batman/Joker, Bruce/Joker

A/N: First of all: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER WRITING BATMAN/THE DARK KNIGHT FANFICTION AND FIRST TIME WRITING AS THE JOKER SO DON'T KILL ME. I THINK I SUCK AT IT AND I'LL PROBABLY NEVER DO IT AGAIN, BUT WHILE I WAS WRITING THIS, SAVANNAH (a friend) WAS SAYING I WAS DOING GOOD - WHICH IS THE ONLY REASON I ACTUALLY DECIDED TO POST THIS.

Second of all; I cheated on this one. A LOT. But who cares. The Rules are just guidelines anyways.

Nasty Naughty Boy – Christina Aguilera

The Joker licked his lips. He was never one to like men. He preferred women who were easily bullied, mainly because he just loooooved the feeling of a knife digging into their soft flesh as he witnessed the fight leave their eyes. But, ah, the Batsy was different. Something about him made the Joker hard, and it made him needy. And he liked it because the Bat-man completed him like no one ever could – or would.

The criminal groaned as he was man handled, being thrown across the empty warehouse. He crashed into a couple of crates and they shattered under his almost nonexistent weight. He was rather light.

“That – uh, wasn’t very nice, Batsy,” he chirped, standing with little difficulty. Strands of horribly dyed green hair fell in his face, dangling as he swayed ever so slightly.

He lifted his leg up and kicked the Batman in the chest, drawing out a pair of knives from the inside of his jacket at the same moment. The hilt of the knives fit perfectly in his gloved hands. The criminal pounced, plunging one of the blades in the man’s side and dragging the other along the visible flesh of the vigilante’s face. The cool blade nicked the skin above his jaw, making a small cut.

The Joker enjoyed the red liquid that rolled down the man’s chin.

He licked his dry, make-up caked lips, eyes darkening.

“Something to remember me by.” He whispered before leaning down to bite the cut, twisting the other knife in the process. The bat gasped as the Joker’s teeth sunk into his jaw, piercing the skin and releasing more blood into the Joker’s mouth.

The criminal was punched off of the vigilante almost immediately, and he rolled, reaching into a standing position with ease.

 He grinned an insane grin, showing off blood coated teeth.

“See you, ah, lay-ter Batsy.”

The Batman cursed as he struggled to a standing position, yanking out the knife imbedded in his abdomen with one hand, and wiping the bite mark with the other.

What the hell had that been about?

Damn – Katy Perry

Bruce Wayne kept his night life away from his private life as much as possible. But seeing as, at the moment, he was faced with a dilemma – mainly being in knife range in front of the Joker (whom had once again crashed one of his parties) in a back hallway of his penthouse, he wondered if he should still do that. His fists were clenching and unclenching as he eyed the knife, and for a moment, he thought he would attack the criminal.

Thankfully he had a voice of reason who said that if he did, he would probably be screwed over more than he was now.

“Hello, Bruce-y,” the Joker purred, smacking his lips. “You don’t mind if I call you Brucey, do you?” He didn’t wait for a reply. “Good.” The Joker closed the little gap between them, his free hand caressing the billionaire’s cheek as he kept his knife above the billionaire’s heart. The light scar from the bite the Joker had given him a few weeks ago tingled slightly.