An Unwilling Voyeur

The Joker´s eyes scanned Harvey´s body, searching for just the right spot and Harvey backed up, barely avoiding a hit in the knee as the Joker swung it forward. He swung again, and it thwacked against Harvey´s left thigh. A hot, piercing pain shot through his left thigh and Harvey gasped in pain, falling to his knees with a cry of anguish. The Joker laughed gleefully, delighted by the other man´s pain.

Raising the crowbar high above his head, he aimed for Harvey´s face. Harvey barely had any time to react and he gripped the pipe tightly in his hand as he brought it up to block the Joker´s attack. The two weapons connected with each other, releasing a loud clanging noise.

Each man drew his weapon back again, preparing for another hit. Despite the intense pain, Harvey managed to get onto his feet, hitting the Joker in the left arm with the pipe. Growling, energy exploded from the Joker´s lean frame, taking another swing at Harvey´s head.

Harvey ducked, managing to miss the attack. He knew he had to end this quickly; his injuries were taking a toll on him, making him weaker. This was war and he had to survive.

As the Joker reared back for anther swing Harvey brought his own weapon back. He swung fiercely, eyes locked on the target, and the pipe connected with the Joker´s lower arm. As pain shot through his arm the Joker gave a guttural cry, teeth bared as he growled fiercely. Harvey hit him again, aiming for the same area.

As the pipe hit the Joker´s hand with a sickening crack he unwillingly released the crowbar. It dropped to the floor with a clang and Harvey rushed for the other man. As the Joker bent down to retrieve the crowbar Harvey came at him with the pipe, hands raised high above his head. His eyes were wide with fury as he brought the pipe down on the Joker. His blood boiled as he swung the pipe down. It connected with the Joker´s shoulder, and a dull thud resounded from the blow.

Rejoicing inside, Harvey wasted no time in hitting him again. He aimed for the man´s knees but the pipe connected with the area just above them.

‘Good enough’ he thought as the Joker fell to the ground, his dark eyes enraged as they glared up at Harvey. Harvey kicked the crowbar out of the Joker´s reach, hitting the other man in the hand just for good measure. Harvey´s eyes were filled to the brim with a burning anger.

As Harvey knelt down the Joker smiled up at him with an expression that sent Harvey into a rage. He tossed the pipe aside, confident that the Joker was disabled for the time being. By the time he was finished with the clown he would be disabled permanently. He knelt down on his knees to straddle the Joker, then began punching the man beneath him.

As the first blow connected with the Joker´s face Harvey felt an intense satisfaction move throughout his body. Each time his fist made contact with the Joker´s face it released a bit of the rage, pain and hurt he had been storing inside of his body ever since that horrible night. The night when everything had gone horribly wrong for him.

He delivered blow after blow, becoming angrier with each minute as the Joker began to laugh. Harvey punched harder, connecting with the Joker´s mouth. The Joker spit a tooth out, then giggled wildly, visibly pleased by the brutal attention Harvey was giving him.
An expression of rage and puzzlement crossed Harvey´s face. The Joker´s laughter incensed him to no end. He ceased his blows for a moment, frowning as he stared down at the clown.

“That´s the spirit, Harv!” the Joker said through a mouthful of blood “Pound me into submission, just like I pounded Rachel that night. Use your fists on me, big boy!” Joker laughed, spraying blood.

A fierce growl erupted from the pits of Harvey´s stomach. Possessed by rage he gave the Joker one last punch, fist connecting with his eye, then brought his hands down upon his neck. He laced his fingers around his neck, holding onto the Joker with a vice-like grip.

The Joker gasped as his air was cut off, his dark eyes meeting Harvey´s as the man above him increased the pressure. Harvey used all of his strength, digging his fingers into the man´s neck. The Joker wriggled beneath Harvey, struggling to get free, and Harvey held on tighter.

The Joker looked back at him with a dead, cold stare, a faint smirk upon his lips. Harvey felt his heart rate increase, sweet gratification sweeping through his body as the Joker´s eyes began to bulge. He sat down on the Joker´s waist to further impede his movement, gripping his thighs against the Joker´s waist so that his arms were pinned to the side.

Harvey sneered above him, adrenaline pumping through his body as he held the Joker in his grip. This was what he had been waiting for, the chance to have his hands wrapped around the clown´s neck. Watching the life spill out of his miserable, wretched body. Fir Harvey this was better than good…it was fucking great.

“How´s it feel, huh? What´s it like to be on the other end, to have someone take *your* life? Because that´s exactly what you did to me, Joker. You took the thing I loved most in this world and you ruined things between us! The only thing that kept me going was imagining this moment, when I would finally have my hands wrapped around this filthy little neck of yours. Burn in hell, you sick bastard.” Harvey spat, tightening his fingers around the Joker´s neck.

Suddenly, Harvey felt something hard brush up against his leg. It was incredibly stiff, and it came from beneath him. He looked down at the clown´s waist, eyes shifting further downward until they caught sight of the rock hard erection. Harvey jerked his body upward, quickly lifting his body up off of the Joker.

“What the fuck?” Caught off guard by the Joker´s erection, Harvey loosened his grip on the Joker´s neck, intensely sickened by the feel of the other man´s hard-on.

A sneer set across the Joker´s lips, pleased by Harvey´s reaction to his growing member. Harvey´s eyes were still cast downward unbelievably as he began to speak.

“What the fuck is this? You are one sick fucker!” Harvey yelled, quickly moving his crotch completely out of range with the Joker´s.

Completely thrown off by the Joker´s positive reaction to the strangling, Harvey had released his grip on the other man´s neck, allowing the Joker´s air passages to open once more. The Joker gave a few coughs as his lungs took in air, then a loud whoop of laughter erupted from his mouth, body shaking with laughter.

Taking advantage of Harvey´s distraction, he reached into his pocket, quickly retrieving a knife.