iPod Drabble Challenge

Challenge Two

Play the frightened billionaire, Bruce.

“I’ve heard rumors that you, ah, know the Batman.”

Oh.

That’s what this was about.

Bruce felt sweat pour down his neck and his breath hitched when the man placed his gloved hand on the soft flesh in between his shoulder and neck, caressing the tense muscle rather tenderly.

“What if I do?”

He winced when the Joker’s fingers dug into his shoulder rather painfully before moving down towards his neck.

“Then I’ll kill you,” he said, cackling like a hyena. His dark eyes burned into Bruce’s blue ones. “Or maybe I’ll k-eep you around as a p-e-t.”

“And if I don’t?”

The Joker jumped with glee, bouncing on his feet with excitement, his hand latching onto Bruce’s – rather delicious – neck.

“I’ll see you again,” he breathed against Bruce’s ear, and his tongue darted out from in between his lips, licking Bruce’s ear. “Daddy-o.”

“Why?” Bruce rasped, his airway beginning to close up.

“Because I l-ike you,” he purred. The knife clattered to the ground as he slammed his other hand onto Bruce’s neck as well.

Bruce clawed at the gloved hand, his lungs burning with need.  His limbs flailed about and he punched the Joker’s jaw.

The grip loosened slightly.

“Until we meet again Bruce-y.”

Kiss With A Fist – Florence And The Machine

Rachel Dawson’s funeral was small. Only consisting of Gordon, Alfred, and Bruce. Along with a white empty coffin with the name Rachel Dawson carved into it in beautiful cursive writing.

It wasn’t anything official.

Just a small burial of the coffin, and that was that.

Gordon was back in business, and Bruce was back to leading a double life while they waited for the White Knight to awaken from his sleep.

During this time, the Joker did indeed keep his promise. They did meet again. This time in the same alleyway Bruce’s parents were murdered at. He was drunk, and seeking some sort of twisted comfort that no matter how hard Alfred tried, he couldn’t give.

The Joker had stepped out of the shadows with his purple blazer slung over his shoulder and his makeup smeared from his earlier encounter with Bruce the Batman. Of course, Bruce the Billionaire was startled, and it resulted in him punching the man in the face a few times. Mostly out of anger than fear – but the criminal didn’t need to know that.

The Joker, in response, shushed him with a small slap and a rough kiss. Which resulted in a dazed Bruce the Billionaire, and an enraged Bruce the Batman who was startled as well. It was odd how he referred to himself in different parts – as if he were crazy.

“You killed Rachel.”

The accusation was clear and the clown cocked his head.

“How did you, ah,” cue the smacking of the lips he despised, “Know abou-t that?” His tongue darted out from between his lips. “Did the Bat tell you that?”