Seven Sins

Envy

A small, grotty room in a seedy motel.

A flea infested bed, the mattress stained, creaking and jolting with every frenzied movement.

Two dim shapes, one rising and falling and panting beneath the other's silent, frenzied pounding.

And a darker figure, sitting on the filthy windowsill, watching and waiting.

Watching and waiting.

Unseen.

Or so he presumed.

"B-Batman..." the Joker breathed, slowing his pace and glancing over his shoulder at his nemesis, "How nice of you to dr-ugh!-drop by..."

"Just hurry up and finish so I can beat the shit out of your worthless ass."

Joker answered with the usual high pitched giggle, "Whoo ha ha! Like what you see Batsy?" His shadowy partner clawed at his bony back in ecstasy as he pumped his hips, his dark, bloodshot eyes never leaving the masked face. Batman indulged him for a moment, glaring back until the clown gave a short burst of guttural laughter and turned away.

"I think you do...never had you down as a voyeur. Though I guess I shoulda known you were into kinky shit...kinda explains the outfit..." he smirked and shifted position slightly, eliciting a moan from his lover. Batman glanced at her face, which was now slightly visible and illuminated by the buzzing neon lights outside - she was young and quite pretty, with long blonde hair and small breasts, which were bouncing up and down in an extremely arresting fashion. He allowed his gaze to linger on them for a few seconds before realising that Joker was looking at him again, a knowing smile on his painted face.

"Checkin' out the goods Batsy? Feel free - it's all on special offer!" He winked and wriggled so that his backside was directly facing the man perched upon the windowsill. The woman mewled in protest and hooked her feet around his waist, trying vainly to force him deeper into her. Joker ignored her and continued to stare at Batman who was transfixed by the feast of flesh before him.

Batman was, unbeknownst to his adversary, struggling in an ocean of inner turmoil - could it be that a part of him was enjoying this obscene show? It was so wrong but...he actually felt a little bit jealous of the young woman - for her to be so caught up in Joker's violent lovemaking that she did not seem to acknowledge the presence of the legendary Dark Knight made Batman wonder what it felt like...to be the outlet for all that cruelty and passion.

The eyes behind the rubber cowl flickered but whether it was with interest or disgust was a mystery. Joker was beginning to feel impatient and so, ever the opportunist, he decided to test the water. Ignoring his lover and the dull ache in his lower back, he arched slightly, allowing Batman a better view of his ass and was rewarded by an almost inaudible but sharp intake of breath.

Joker felt his cock twitch at the sound but his pleasure was marred slightly by the realisation that it was not Batsy writhing beneath him.

"Honeeeey - look at me!"

He turned back to the woman beneath him, glanced disdainfully at her pouting lips and accusing blue eyes and dismissed her with a sharp, ringing slap.

"Owww! What was that for?"

"Shut up you cunt!" he pulled away from her, brushing away Batman's restraining hand as he picked up her clothes and threw them at her, "Now fuck off - go on, fuck off!"

She sullenly began to dress, "When will I see you again?"

Joker, who was watching Batman out of the corner of his eye, shrugged, "I dunno Harley, just hurry up and get outta here before ya get what ya've been askin' for all day."

"But puddin'-"

He leapt to his feet and began to push her out of the room, "I told ya before - don't call me puddin'!"

"But I-"

He didn't wait to hear her protests, slamming the door on the half naked woman and turning back to Batman with a long suffering smile, "Fangirls..."

"She must be pretty sick to want to hang around with a freak like you."

Joker pretended to muse over the insult, "Freak...hmm, well it's better than fucking puddin' I suppose. Anyway, aren't you supposed to be 'beating the shit out of me' now?"

"As soon as you put some clothes on...wrestling with naked maniacs isn't my favourite hobby."

"Didn't think so," he stretched his arms out and pirouetted on the spot, "Still, I don't really feel like gettin' dressed...I'm enjoyin' the breeze."

Batman's squared his jaw, eyes involuntarily glued to the swinging genitals, "You disgust me."

"Yeah, okay so if I 'disgust' you so much why the hell are you staring at my cock?"

"I'm not, I-" he broke off, "Who was that girl anyway?"

Joker, who was in the middle of a strange kind of victory dance, paused and smiled unnervingly, "What's to ya? Jealous?"

"No, she wasn't really my type, I-"

"I didn't mean of me."

"Excuse me?"

Batman took a step backwards as Joker advanced upon him, still grinning, "Were you jealous of her, Batsy? Did you wish it was you on the end of my cock instead? Well?" He stopped, inches away from his opponent, and began to run his hands over his bare chest, smirking as his nipples puckered in the cold air, "Answer me Batman...or has Catwoman got ya tongue?"

"Kiss my ass, you fucking clown."

"With pleasure."