Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,561
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Batman.... I do this because I love it, and do not make any profit from this.
An Unstoppable Force Meets An Immovable Object
The Joker lay dazed on the floor of The Batman's underground hideaway. The room was dark and cold, and The Batman had been holding him there for the last 3 days. Every day, the Batman had brutally beaten and tortured him. This sort of thing had gone against everything The Batman had ultimately stood for...but even searching his soul deeply, he knew that this was the only way to let The Joker see that he would never "rule" Gotham City with his fear and anarchy. That good would always come before evil. The Batman's intention was not to kill The Joker, just to "teach him a lesson". He had promised to hand The Joker over to the police once his "time" with The Joker was up. He had told the police he would make The Joker squeal like a baby and break him down, before handing him over to be taken to a secure unit for mentally disturbed criminals.
The Joker picked himself up from the floor and sat on a hard chair in the middle of the empty room. The Batman stared at him, wearing all his protective batsuit armour and mask to hide his identity.
"You're just gettin' such a kick from this, aren't you, Mr Bat?" The Joker happliy slurred from his hugely swollen lips. There was dried blood on his chin, his nose had been broken, his eyes were literally blackened from The Batman's punches, and his green tipped blonde hair was now matted with blood. His make up was smudged and smeared and bloodied so much, that there were only reminants of it left now.
"Keep it comin', Mr Bat. Show me what you got. You'll never kill me, it's not in you. You know why, don't you? You and I, we're more alike than you like to think. You know it's true."
"I'm nothing like you." The Batman growled.
The Joker howled with sadistic laughter. "And thaaaat is shit, Mr Bat! Do you see what's wrong with that statement? Let me point it out to you, yeah, I'll break it down. We're two sides of the same coin. You're "good", I'm "bad". But we're still connected. You won't kill me, I won't kill you. Jesus, ha ha ha...what would I do without you?"
"Lessons are there to be learnt." The Batman hissed, and with his huge steel toed boots, kicked The Joker full force off the chair.
"Ooooh hoo hoo..." The Joker laughed, lying in a heap on his back on the floor. "Nice kickin'. Do it again, I'm enjoying this. Come on, GIVE it to me."
The Joker's sadistic love of pain didn't dampen down The Batman's enthusiasm for giving him a beating. He kicked him again and again. First in the legs, then in the middle of his chest, winding him. Then in the face. Each time The Joker laughed and encouraged The Batman. Blood splattered from The Joker's face as the last kick was given. After that, The Joker was quiet. His eyes rolled back and he gurgled blood from his mouth. He was barely conscious now. Three days of beatings, and now he was finally down.
The Batman had succeeded. His job was done. The Joker was too injured now to be an immediate threat. With The Joker lying still on the cold hard floor, swollen faced and bloodied, The Batman alerted police Commissioner Gordon that he had finished with him and that they could come for him.
The Joker picked himself up from the floor and sat on a hard chair in the middle of the empty room. The Batman stared at him, wearing all his protective batsuit armour and mask to hide his identity.
"You're just gettin' such a kick from this, aren't you, Mr Bat?" The Joker happliy slurred from his hugely swollen lips. There was dried blood on his chin, his nose had been broken, his eyes were literally blackened from The Batman's punches, and his green tipped blonde hair was now matted with blood. His make up was smudged and smeared and bloodied so much, that there were only reminants of it left now.
"Keep it comin', Mr Bat. Show me what you got. You'll never kill me, it's not in you. You know why, don't you? You and I, we're more alike than you like to think. You know it's true."
"I'm nothing like you." The Batman growled.
The Joker howled with sadistic laughter. "And thaaaat is shit, Mr Bat! Do you see what's wrong with that statement? Let me point it out to you, yeah, I'll break it down. We're two sides of the same coin. You're "good", I'm "bad". But we're still connected. You won't kill me, I won't kill you. Jesus, ha ha ha...what would I do without you?"
"Lessons are there to be learnt." The Batman hissed, and with his huge steel toed boots, kicked The Joker full force off the chair.
"Ooooh hoo hoo..." The Joker laughed, lying in a heap on his back on the floor. "Nice kickin'. Do it again, I'm enjoying this. Come on, GIVE it to me."
The Joker's sadistic love of pain didn't dampen down The Batman's enthusiasm for giving him a beating. He kicked him again and again. First in the legs, then in the middle of his chest, winding him. Then in the face. Each time The Joker laughed and encouraged The Batman. Blood splattered from The Joker's face as the last kick was given. After that, The Joker was quiet. His eyes rolled back and he gurgled blood from his mouth. He was barely conscious now. Three days of beatings, and now he was finally down.
The Batman had succeeded. His job was done. The Joker was too injured now to be an immediate threat. With The Joker lying still on the cold hard floor, swollen faced and bloodied, The Batman alerted police Commissioner Gordon that he had finished with him and that they could come for him.