iPod Drabble Challenge

Challenge Two

Bruce backed away from the man who stepped forward until he nearly tripped over a garbage bag. His mind was reeling as he just realized that the man before him was supposed to be in jail.

“W-eeeeell?” The Joker’s fist slammed against the dirty wall mere inches from the side of Bruce’s face when he didn’t answer. “TELL ME!” He growled out in a shout that echoed through the night air.

“Like you said – I know the Batman.”

The Joker pulled away, satisfied. He nodded his head slightly before dipping forward.

“I kn-ew it!” He gripped the billionaire’s jaw in his hand. “Such a, uh, pretty face.” He let his forehead fall on Bruce’s. Their noses were almost touching, and Bruce could feel the Joker’s breath on his tight lips.

The criminal leaned forward and –  was punched right in the cheek before being punched in the nose as he was stumbling backwards.

“Fuck you,” Bruce growled, teeth clenched.

“That, ah, WASN’T REALY NICE, DADY-O.” He took in a breath, the rage dying down. “What I mean, is that isn’t something a bill-ion-aire should do.”

Bruce spit at his feet.

“Fuck. You.”

With that, he punched the Joker one last time before storming out of there, his head on fire and his heart beating like a rabid hummingbird.

Lips Like Morphine – Kill Hannah

The Batman slammed the Joker into a wall, shoving him so hard that the criminal hit his head. The world spun for a moment, and he shook his head slightly, trying to clear his head. Green hair flopped about. The bat held him up by the collar, and he could feel the man’s breath on his cheek.

“Oooh, getting vio-lent so earl-y in the night?” He smacked out. “No fore-pl-ay?”

He received another shove, and he let out a groan, enjoying the roughness of it all.

“Why did you kill her?” Bruce growled, his voice coated with grief. Despite the fact that he was now a wanted murderer, he had run to interrogate the Joker one last time. He could feel the blood rolling down his leg from the gunshot wound he had received.

“O-h. You’re here to ta-lk about that?” The Joker clicked his tongue. “And here I thought you were, heeheehee, coming to tal-k to meeeee.”

He growled when he was slammed against the wall once more, and he shoved the vigilante away, sending him stumbling. He faintly noted the small trail of blood the Bat had left. Bruce fell to the floor as he was tackled, the other man straddling him.

“Do you really want to know?” His question was hissed out through tight lips and was followed by loud laughter that could only be dubbed as insane. “Because y-ou’re mine.”

Bruce kicked him off, pouncing on him, snarling.

“I’m not yours.”

They rolled on the floor, both fighting for dominance. The Joker pulled out a pair of his signature knives, and they were thrown across the room, resulting in the Joker underneath an enraged Batman. The two were panting for breathe, chests heaving for air. His purple blazer clung to his skin with sweat, and his fingers twitched as he noted that there was a whole in his blazer.

Their legs were entangled, and the Batman had one arm holding his right wrist to the floor, where his other arm was pressed against the Joker’s chest.

“I’m not yours.”

The Joker licked his lips, laughing. “Oh, b-u-t you, uh, are. Y-o-u’re m-iiiiiiiiine, Bat-sy.”

His other hand shot up, and was immediately slammed down to the ground just as his fingers were about to curl around the vigilantes mask.

Next thing they knew, Bruce’s lips were slammed down onto the stupid clown’s in a brute kiss. There was no tenderness involved. Only brute strength mixed with teeth and tongue – a fight to show just who was more superior.

The Joker slipped his tongue in first, letting it run along sharp canines before wresting with the bat’s. Bruce groaned slightly before biting the Joker’s bottom lip, drawing blood. When they pulled away, they were left in silence.

The Joker licked the blood from his lips, and cackled, his laughter sending down the vigilante’s spine. As he was silenced with both a shove and another harsh kiss, he couldn’t help but grin.

He had won.

He had planted the seed of corruption inside of his Bat-sy, and it was slowly growing into a beautifully, twisted flower.