Delight in Disorder

Title: Delight in Disorder Chapter 3/?
Author: Melodyofchaos
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything Batman related, if I did Bats and Joker would wear a lot less clothing whilst together.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Mpreg, explicit sex, cross-dressing
Summery: After Batman gives in to his hidden desires for one night, he carts off the clown to Arkham, only for the doctors to find the Joker is pregnant. Bruce finds out after hacking into the system after the Joker’s escape and reading his medical file, with a side note saying that some doctors at Arkham are theorizing that the Joker was experimented on in the past.

Big thanks to my wonderful beta, Amanda Saitou

The Joker sat atop a pile of various candies, cackling to himself. At the bottom of the pile were 14 hostages, each tied up, gagged and whimpering. The Joker thought his ultimatum was rather delicious, if he did say so himself. The message had already been sent to the police and it should have been delivered to the appropriate Bat. He giggled again and picked up a handful of candy and tossed it into the ever-smiling mouth.

That bloody damn clown. He just couldn’t leave well enough alone, had to keep pushing and pushing. It turned out that what the Joker wanted in return for the release of the hostages was for every inmate in Arkham to be released by the police, and he, Batman cringed with embarrassment, wanted Batman to give him his own, personal strip show. That conversation with Gordon was properly the most embarrassing thing Bruce had ever been through. The bloody clown had even specified the music. Bruce braced himself as he dropped through the decrepit warehouse’s skylight, to land in front of… what in the name of all that was holy had the Joker done?

The Joker was feeling extra-pleased with himself. He hoped Batsy appreciated the lengths he’d gone to. It was damn hard to find emerald green silk stockings! But he did look damn good in them, so he supposed the trouble was worth it. What made it even better was the way Batsy was staring at him, with his mouth open. He snickered lightly. “A fly will fly in there if you’re not careful, Bats.” The snicker rose to a chuckle.

Bats’ mouth abruptly closed with an audible crack. “What in God’s name are you wearing?” Bats managed to get out through a clenched jaw. “Like the outfit? It’s all for you, you know” The Joker told him as he pirouetted on the spot. The Joker was dressed in a long purple dress that had a low back, just touching the very top of his ass, it was low cut in the front, although tastefully, and it was slit up to mid-thigh on one side. He’d teamed it with the emerald green stockings, and although Bats couldn’t see, he had matching underwear on too. Joker also was missing his usual pair of gloves. The sapphire blue high heels had been a bitch, both to find, and to walk in. But the point was, he looked damn good and he knew it. “Well, you know…” Batman stammered out. He then looked at the Joker’s face for the first time since entering the building, and immediately noted the difference. His hair was clean and curly, falling to just above his shoulders. It was greener than normal, indicating a fresh dye-job. But it was his make-up that caught and captivated his gaze. Instead of thickly layered white grease-paint, black kohl and whore red lipstick, all sloppily applied, his white face-paint was like chalk, his eyes looked like two glittering emeralds ringed by perfectly applied eyeliner, and his lips were painted red, but with perfect accuracy. Even the scars didn’t seem to detract from his beauty, in an odd way, they only increased how attractive he was to Bruce.

The Joker was trying very hard not laugh in Batsy’s face. Really, the look was priceless! He couldn’t take his eyes off him, and Joker enjoyed every second of Batman’s undivided attention. “Err, Bats, don’t want to tell you how to do your thing or anything, but I think you have forgotten about the hostages” The Joker told Batman. His only reply was an unintelligent sound of agreement. The Joker began mentally counting down to how long it took Batman to regain his focus. He, delightedly, got to 10 before Batman growled at him. “Where are the hostages, Joker?”
“Not here. But guess what is!” Joker cackled happily, waving the detonator around. When Batman lunged towards him, Joker moved out of the way, and making sure Batman was watching, slipped the detonator into his emerald-green silk knickers, giving Batman a delicious view of his underwear. ‘And we are back to the fish impressions. Great.’ thought the Joker, at the return of the gormless idiot currently inhabiting Bat’s body. However, Batman recovered quicker this time, and began circling the Joker. “Give me the detonator and release the hostages Joker” Batman growled.

“Ah ah ah! You are forgetting the terms set out to you in my little letter!” The Joker snarled. Batman remembered then what exactly Joker wanted in return for the safe release of the hostages. Only one word slipped through his lips, “Shit” he murmured. The Joker chuckled happily.

“Now, now, Bats, I’ve got the music ready, and I’ve got my seat and my snack, so away you go!”. The Joker pressed play on the cd-player. Batman’s mouth dropped open as the first words of the song filtered through to his hazy mind. “You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you, you let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you” came blasting through the speakers, the Joker’s head happily moving to the beat.
“No way in hell, Joker, am I stripping for you” Batman told him, the statement had an air of finality to it, Batman liked to think. Apparently Joker didn’t agree.

“Then Boom!” The Joker began to move his hand towards his silken covered groin.
“No!” Batman yelled. The Joker smirked. He knew fine well that Batman would do anything to save civilians. “Well then, Bats, what’s it going to be? Strip or boom?” The Joker asked politely. Batman sighed. Joker was now fighting the impulse to jump up and yell ‘YES’ very loudly. Batman began to remove his cape, the black material fell to the floor in a heap at his feet. Bruce gritted his teeth as he began to sway his hips. The only thing at the moment stopping him from jumping the clown and beating the shit out of him, was the wide-eyed look of awe and thinly disguised lust colouring his face. Bruce began to dance properly now, although he closed his eyes and made no move to remove any part of his armour.

The Joker, for his part, was utterly transfixed, hungrily committing every move the Bat made to memory. Although it took the clown a few moments to notice, he did eventually. “Err, Bats I asked you to strip. That means take your bloody clothes off. Now.” Joker demanded. It had been too long since he’d seen the gorgeous body that lay below the Kevlar armour. Batman, meanwhile, did something he’d never done whilst wearing the armour and more importantly, the cowl. He allowed Bruce to take control, allowed himself to take back his fake playboy personality. Bruce slithered his hands to just below his ribs, and pressed, releasing the armour plates across his stomach. The Kevlar fell to the floor with a dull thud. Bruce didn’t miss the Joker’s sharp intake of breath. He knew fine well how much his black under-tee shirt clung to every curve of his body. After a few more moments of moving to the beat, Bruce also released the shoulder plates, which in turn caused the arms to fall off, leaving his entire upper body open to the Joker’s scrutiny. Although, Bruce smirked, he didn’t seem as though he was doing anything other than concentrating on not drooling.
The Joker was so glad he’d thought of this. He didn’t think he had ever had a better idea! (apart from kissing Bats in that alley, of course. And look how well that turned out!) Joker felt his breathing speed up as Bats moved to the beat dressed only in his tight tee-shirt that gave a tantalising glimpse of the perfect body beneath it, and the tight black boxer-briefs which revealed far more than they hid. ‘They are sinfully tight’ the Joker thought, whilst trying to adjust him)self subtlety, not easy whilst wearing such a revealing dress. Joker also noticed, that at some point, he wasn’t sure when, Batman had gotten around to removing the heavy Batboots. Bruce, at first, had thought this was properly the most humiliating and degrading thing he had ever had to do, but now he was quite enjoying every reaction he could pull out the clown before him. He enjoyed the fact that a move so simple as swaying his hips to the beat could provoke a quiet but sharp intake of breath.

The song Bruce was dancing to came to an end, and a very different one started. “If I could smell your words I'd reek of hate disturbed. Consumed by your own phrase of go to hell. you said. The more you're in my life, I think hell might be nice.” Bruce stopped dancing, this song having a different, slower beat than the previous. He extended a hand to the Joker, who reached up and took Bruce’s much larger hand in his own. The two men gently wrapped their arms around the other, and began to dance together to the music. Their pace was slow, and Bruce was sneaking glances from under his lashes at his partner when he thought he wasn’t looking. Every time Bruce did that, his and Joker’s eyes would meet, and Bruce’s gaze would skitter away. Joker thought it was rather cute, something he hadn’t thought he would ever call Batman. The Joker smirked coquettishly at Batman, before Bruce felt the harsh sting of a needle entering his thigh, and then he slipped into oblivion.

Bruce woke up, and groaned, reaching for his covers. Finding only concrete, his eyes flew open, he sat up abruptly and reached for his cowl, ensuring it was still in place. “I haven’t taken it off” came a quiet whisper from the corner. It was the Joker, although he was huddled in the dirty, dank corner with his knees drawn up to his chin. At Bruce’s questioning look, he shook his head, “I don’t want to steal your identity, I want you to give it to me, does that make sense?” he ran his hands through the clean, green curls.

“In a Jokerish sort of way” Bruce told him quietly. Joker smiled slightly at that. Bruce decided then to try and put of his mind what the Joker had done, and focus on what he looked like now, with parts of the chalky face-paint rubbed off, his pale skin seemed to glow under the low lighting of the dank warehouse; he looked like a young and confused man, who at the same time, was incredibly beautiful. Bruce moved slowly across the floor until he was in front of the Joker, he looked him straight in the eye, before leaning in and kissing him full on the mouth. This kiss could never be called gentle or tentative, not like the ones shared in the alley, this one was filled with raw lust and passion, all the anger and hatred Bruce couldn’t let go of, only served to fill the kiss with a bloody passion that excited both men. The Joker moaned into his mouth as Bruce harshly bit Joker’s tongue, the kiss quickly tasting of blood, the taste of which filled them both with a violent need. The Joker’s roaming were tracing all the hard lines of muscle of Bruce‘s upper body, paying special attention the scars littered across his torso, whilst Bruce couldn’t be bothered with undoing all of the hidden zips to remove the dress, so simply ripped the sleeves apart which were the only thing holding the dress up.

Bruce then dragged the Joker up by the tattered remnants of his dress, and pushed him up against the wall. Joker then pulled him in for another kiss, no less violent than the first. The Joker was content to allow Batman his illusion of dominance for the moment, especially as Batman had him pushed into the wall. Which meant Joker could feel every inch of Bat’s body pressed against his, including how interested Batman’s not so little bat was in the proceedings. Bruce wanted to feel skin-on-skin contact, wanted to feel every inch of the lithe body beneath him, wanted to trace all the soft skin interrupted by scars with his tongue he was currently running his hands over. The Joker shifted against him, so the dress slithered over his hips, and fell to the floor. Bruce looked down over what had been revealed and stopped the kiss he was so surprised. The Joker had women’s emerald green underwear on, complete with stockings and suspenders. Bruce had never thought of a man wearing women’s underwear as particularly arousing, but he changed his mind there and then, as his cock hardened further, his tight black boxer-briefs not doing anything to hide this from the Joker‘s gaze. He couldn’t have been more pleased at Bruce’s reaction to his underwear, but right now, he had more important things that needed seeing to. Joker pulled Batman back into him so he could press him against the wall. Bats took the hint and began kissing him harshly again. Joker began to run his hands up and down Bruce’s sides, not pressing lightly enough for the sensation to be ticklish, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his tight underwear and pulled them down as far as he could reach with Bats still pressing him into the wall, however this was far enough for them to fall to the floor, where Bats kicked them out of the way. He then took a step back, giving the Joker one hell of an eyeful. He was so involved in memorizing every inch of the Godlike perfection in front of him he nearly missed the lowly growled, “Take them off”, from Bats, who was running his eyes over the Joker’s body. Realising he meant the underwear, Joker began to undo clips, and removed the shoes and all the articles of clothing without preamble.

Once Joker was completely naked, both men reached for each other, and Joker was unceremoniously pushed back against the wall, the rough concrete scratching the delicate skin of his back, the deliciously sharp sting of pain adding to the pleasure. Bruce growled lowly in his throat as he and the Joker rubbed against the other, precum from them both only just slicking the way enough for it to be a pleasurable burn, as the friction built up. Joker moaned and flung his head back, hitting it off the wall with a sharp crack, which made Bruce wince in sympathy, but only made the Joker moan more obscenely. Bruce, being far too worked up to attempt any further foreplay, took them both in one of his large, manicured hands, drinking in Joker’s surprised gasp, as he worked them both harshly, not wanting to torture either of them anymore. Bruce could feel the Joker get nearer to his release, and having such power and control over such a dangerous force of chaos only made Bruce speed towards his own release. After not very long, both Bruce and Joker came, coating the other‘s stomach with their own release, the Joker with a yell of “Bats!” and Bruce with a string of profanities. Bruce released them both and slid to the floor, his legs tired after such an explosive release. The Joker followed him to the floor only moments later. At the Joker’s breathy laugh, Bruce felt his Batman persona come flooding back, that part of Bruce’s brain screaming at how foolish this was and how vulnerable it made him. Batman was unwavering in how compromised he felt Bruce now was; the first time he had given in to the Joker could be explained away by reason of the head injury he had sustained, but this time? What excuses could Bruce offer? What excuses could he offer for wanting the Joker more than ever? All Bruce wanted was to pull the clown into his arms, and kiss him gently, as the violent passion between them had now been temporarily abated.

Bruce stood up abruptly and began moving around the dingy warehouse looking for his underwear and various parts of the bat suit. “So, off again in a hurry, Bats?” drawled the Joker, who still remained naked and sitting on his backside on the filthy floor. Bruce almost felt inclined to tell the Joker what he felt, although he put that down to them being intimate only moments before. People told their lovers stuff, didn’t they? Bruce thoughts screeched to a halt. ‘LOVER?! Since when do I see the Joker as anything other than the nearest appropriate outlet for when I need to hit something? What we just did is a continuation of our fights, nothing more’ Bruce told himself firmly. “I can hear you thinking!” the Joker sing-songed. “Bye-bye, Bats, I’m assuming you are having another of your little ‘OH MY GOD’ moments” The Joker told him. Bruce glared at him. “If looks could kill!” laughed the Joker. Bruce glared harder, but his brow furrowed with concern, that wasn’t the breathy little laugh Bruce so loved to coax from the green-haired man, this was a laugh Batman heard upon many occasions, normally with a background of fire and death. Bruce hated the sound even more than his counterpart if such a thing was possible. He also despised the look on his face, full of malicious glee, and barely restrained fury. Bruce then did something he knew he’d regret the moment he sat back to digest the night’s events. He walked up the Joker, who was still sitting on the floor, although now cross-legged, bent down so his face was at the same level as the Joker’s, and kissed him gently on the mouth.

The kiss was unlike any Joker had ever received from any other person apart from Batman. He could be so violent and passionate one moment, only to surprise him once again the next. This kiss was light, barely there, lips sliding over each other gently, a caress that was a polar opposite of their earlier violent coupling. Bruce then drew back, smiling at the shell-shocked look on Joker’s face, before ensuring his armour was intact and leaving the derelict building with the naked Joker still sitting on the floor inside.