capsrock: Batman Kink Meme

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capsrock) wrote,
@ 2008-07-25 02:13:00

Batman Kink Meme
THE BATMAN KINK MEME

nanakibh here~! For those of you who don't know what these are, allow me to explain. It's a place where you can request fics anonymously and have your deepest, darkest desires be fulfilled. Anon A requests and Anon B writes for the prompt. Easy as that.

★ Request anonymously. Or not. It's really up to you, I suppose.
★ Clearly state the character or pairing you wish to request, along with a prompt.
★ Fics can be anywhere from G to NC-17, as short or long as you wish.
★ One request per comment.
★ Requests can be filled more than once.
★ Please, please don't second stuff.

Indexes
::Fulfilled Requests Index::
::Unfulfilled Requests Index::

Part of the kink meme masterlist

Anyhow, if somebody wants to help me update the indexes, that would be great. Starting a new one is fine, if you can find a way to do that.

In the meantime, if you have completed a request that isn't shown on the "filled requests" list, you may link to your fic in the comments on that page.

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(Anonymous)
2008-07-25 06:41 am UTC (link)

Pairing: Harley Quinn/Dick Grayson (both Nolanversed)
Kink: scars on Harley and both hero worshipping their respective 'heroes' Whether that's wishing the other was them, or whether thats PRETENDING the other is them, or whatever you decide, up to how you interpret it. <3

Also, would like Dick to not be Robin but to be one of the people that Batman has influenced into doing good things. Because so far, no sidekicks >:

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	(Anonymous) 2008-08-18 07:38 am UTC (link)
	So, Robin doesn't exist yet in the Nolan!verse but then again, neither does Harley Quinn. How do you want me to introduce her? (Reply to this) (Parent)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:42 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Batman/Scarecrow [Nolanverse] Kink: Crane captures Batman and gives him a dubcon blowjob? at least one person will know who this is ;~; (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:58 am UTC (link)
	I agree with this one (Reply to this) (Parent)

Snippet [1/1] - (Anonymous), 2008-07-26 11:16 am UTC

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:45 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Joker/Two-Face (TDK) Kink: Heads you let me have my way with you, Tails you get one punch, right in the kisser. Therefor.....Not-pleased TwoFace ♥ (Reply to this) (Thread)

{1/2}; call the doctor, call the nurse; r; joker/two face

morlockiness
2008-07-25 09:54 pm UTC (link)

As hesitant as I've been to even consider entering this fandom with writing, I had to attempt this. It was too wonderful to pass up. I apologize if the characterization is off. Non-anon cause I proudly love this ship. Plus, I was gonna comm post this fic anyways.

Mini summary: What if our favorite, infamous Nurse Scene wasn't the first time Joker visited Harvey Two Face in the hospital?

There was only a few hours until the sun would come up and Joker saw it as an entertaining opportunity to visit his pet project Harvey Dent. The hospital was quiet and the only person in the dimly lit hall was an elderly man asleep in a chair outside of one of the rooms. Joker made his way to his destination with a slight skip in his step, enjoying the breeze that drafted between his legs. Those nurse's sure did have terrific required wear - or at least they used to when his garb was considered uniform. He pushed the door open and shut it behind him. Blue light entered the room from the busy city and sun slowly creeping up on the earth. Harvey Two Face wasn't sleeping, just as Joker had anticipated. A giggle escaped his red lips as he watched Harvey's face turn from pained to angry.

"Morning," he chirped as if it were normal, as if the scarred man before him actually wanted him there. He giggled again when he noted the restraints on his wrists. Who would've thought that Gotham's White Knight would ever be strapped to a bed? "Let's play a little game. Looks like you could use some fun."

Joker approached the bed and the good side of Harvey's face turned into a snarl, the Joker mocking him, the sticker on the breast of that goddamned uniform mocking him. Joker's eyes simply lit up at Dent's physical distaste for the clown getting anywhere near him. Harvey looked to the table tray next to him where his coin lay, glinting, unmarred side up. Joker looked to the exact same spot before smiling, the gesture intensified by the painted scars.

"Here's how it works, Har-veeey," he drew out the name, licking his lips compulsively and picking up the coin. "We're gonna play a little Heads-And-Tails. All right, all right, let's see, let's see," he purposely contorted his face into an expression of concentrated thought.

"Give me the coin," Harvey spoke, his bound hand open. Joker simply tossed caught it, slapping into the back of the opposite hand.

"Here we go -" his tongue flicked out the side of his mouth "- heads, I remove one of your little restraints. Tails, I remove a piece of clothing," he giggled and lifted his hand to reveal the burnt side of the coin. "Guess the shoes'll be the first to go!" He stepped out of them quietly and grinned. "Let's go again. Same stakes."

The coin was flipped and landed in Joker's favor again. "Oh, hee hee," he chuckled before removing the nurse's dress painfully slow. He saw Harvey look away, disgusted as the villain before him revealed absolute nakedness. After kicking the dress next to his shoes he walked around to the other side of the bed to make sure he'd be seen. He cocked his head to the side inquisitively for a moment.

"Can you see out of that eye?"

Harvey groaned and turned away again. Joker slipped to the other side once more.

"I'm just curious."

When Harvey tried turning again, Joker jumped up onto the bed, straddling the man in it.

"Time to change the stakes, don't you think Harv?" Joker flicked the coin into the air and slapped it against the back of his hand. "Heads, we have some fun. Tails, I make your face a little more symmetrical."

He lifted his hand and the scarless face stared up at them. Joker flipped the coin again recreationally before tossing it back onto its table.

"Oh this will be fun," Joker murmured, pure glee in his voice. Harvey didn't want to know what Joker meant by "fun"; all he knew was that it wouldn't be. He wriggled and grunted beneath his tormentor in vain. Joker repositioned himself, moving only to remove the blanket from Harvey's body. He snickered in pleasure after a particularly violent buck of the DA's hips in attempts to chuck him off.

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{2/2}; call the doctor, call the nurse; r; joker/two face -

morlockiness, 2008-07-25 09:55 pm UTC

OP CARES NOT ABOUT ANON -

mirroriste, 2008-07-25 10:13 pm UTC

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morlockiness, 2008-07-25 10:23 pm UTC

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Re: {2/2}; call the doctor, call the nurse; r; joker/two face - (Anonymous), 2008-07-27 02:32 am UTC

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Re: {2/2}; call the doctor, call the nurse; r; joker/two face - (Anonymous), 2008-07-29 11:44 pm UTC

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misskass, 2008-08-10 11:45 am UTC

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virgofemme, 2008-10-11 06:29 pm UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:45 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Crane/Joker Kink: Joker beating on Crane, plus some humiliation and name-calling thrown in. I wanna see some mind games. ♥ (Reply to this) (Thread)

	insania_iocus 2008-08-10 11:17 pm UTC (link)
	Claimed. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Part 1 -

insania_iocus, 2008-08-13 01:57 am UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:47 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Riddler/Ivy Kink: Femme!dom, bondage, and please let there be snark. (Reply to this)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:48 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Joker/anyone Kink: Joker is extremely ticklish (Reply to this) (Thread)

Good Morning [done]
(Anonymous)
2008-07-26 01:37 am UTC (link)

Odd Nolanverse Joker/Harley tickling fetish fic ahoy!

***

“Mister J.”

The Joker slowly woke to pressure dipping his mattress, a voice purring his name. Through barely-cracked-open eyelids he can see the light outside is still pale and cold.

“Mister Jaaayy.” And again. What time was it, anyway?

“Harley…” he tried to infuse his voice with as much menace as was available at…whatever time it was. Propping himself up on his elbows, the Joker glares down at the woman currently crawling up his bed. In return, she smiled at him, sticking her bottom in the air and stretching like a happy cat.

“Morning, Mister J.” Harley crawled up further, straddling him. “I was up early and I thought,” she leans forward, down, lets her body drag along his, “we could play a little.”

“Play?” The Joker smiles at her, cocks his head. He’s not wearing any makeup. “Harl, you know I don’t like it,” his hand darts out from under the blanket and grabs her face, pulling it in close, “when you surprise me like this. I don’t even have my face on.” His grin widens. The fear that used to shock into her eyes whenever he’d threaten her was hardly there anymore, replaced by a little spark of madness. He’d put that there.

“Aw, Mister J,” Harley tries to smile around the hand squishing her face. “Don’t talk like that.” She lowers her hips to grind against his, her hands sliding up his torso. Laughing, the Joker bucks, trying to throw Harley off, and her hands jar up his sides, tucking under his arms.

Underneath her, Harley feels his body jerk, watches his expression twitch, just a little. “Hmmm?” she purrs, and flutters her fingers. The Joker twists, arching away as helpless laughter escapes him. He lets go of her face and his arms come up, obeying a defense instinct.

After a moment, she stops, and watches him come down. “Ticklish, huh?”

Having regained most of his control, the Joker gives her a warning look. “Harl,” he growls, but her hands are suddenly spidering up his ribs and he can’t help it, he laughs, body attempting to curl up. Harley keeps going, somehow finding all his vulnerable spots, until he was gasping and wet-eyed, laughter down to nothing more than breathless huffs.

She stopped for a moment. He’s panting and still giggling, one slightly unsteady hand coming up to drag across his eyes. “You’re gonna pay for this,” he drawls, sounding half dazed.

“Is that so?” Harley says. “Because I think you might be enjoyin’ it.” She slides her thigh up between his to grind against the erection she’d felt earlier when he was writhing against her.

Mouth opening in a gasp, the Joker rocks his hips against her before he can help himself. Now that Harley knew this particular fact about him, she’d probably never let it go, but at the moment, he didn’t really care. Her hands slide down beneath the sheets to fine a particularly vulnerable spot behind his knee and he squirms, laughing, grinding desperately against her.

When he comes, Harley watches his head tilt back against the pillows, neck tightening, eyes slamming shut. His moans are broken up by laughter; he shakes and shakes and it seems to go on for a long time.

Finally, when his breathing calms, the Joker rolls his head forward to look at her, licking his lips. “Get off me,” he says, gesturing, “I need a shower.”

“Sure, Mister J.,” Harley says. She climbs off, smiling widely in contentment, and skips back down the hall to her own room.

~fin. XD

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(no subject) - (Anonymous), 2008-07-26 03:00 am UTC

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misfitloser2112, 2008-08-08 03:20 am UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:51 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Harvey Dent/Bruce Wayne Kink: AGGRESSIVE WALL!SEX. >:) (Reply to this) (Thread)

[1/1] Night Vist ; NC-17

metallic_sweet
2008-07-26 03:08 am UTC (link)

[Summary] Harvey Dent is tired. A special kind of tired. Bruce Wayne happens to represent it all.

---Not anonymous because I'm not ashamed--

Harvey Dent is tired. Tired of the doubts. Tired of the publicity. Tired of the case briefs. Tired of the ceilings and walls that are made of money.

Bruce Wayne is all of these things. Thus, right now as Bruce walks into Harvey's office at nine o'clock at night, Harvey hates the billionaire with all of his soul. Bruce's hair is immaculate, his suit expertly pressed. Harvey, on the other hand, feels like he's been hit, run over, and then back upon by a concrete mixer.

"Hey, Harvey, how's it going?"

The insolent fop! Harvey grinds his teeth. He hasn't slept for almost two full days now and his brains feel like they're crawling out of his ears.

"Harvey?"

He just wants that perfect, smooth mouth to shut up. Really, that's all Harvey wants. Bruce makes Harvey kiss him, shove the billionaire against the office wall like a man possessed. But Harvey is tired and breaks the kiss, panting, quivering.

Bruce is looking at him, no indolent playboy about his expression now. No, this is a look of concentration, of consideration. Harvey's ears are buzzing. He's just so damn tired of everything, even thinking. He moves into kiss Bruce again.

"Harv -"

The kiss is just as aggressive. Why won't Bruce shut up? If he didn't want Harvey to continue, he could have said it when Harvey stopped to breathe. It doesn't occur to Gotham's White Knight that he just might have shocked Bruce by launching himself like a leopard over his desk to administer the first kiss. Nor does it matter. Bruce opens his mouth, accepting this second kiss. Harvey growls, reaching up and threading a hand into Bruce's styled hair, messing it.

"You look tired," Bruce says into his mouth.

Harvey moves to the shell of Bruce's left ear, nipping it and growling out, "Why are you still talking?"

The suit needs to go. It's so smooth, so dark, so perfect: Harvey can't stand it. He tears at the collar of the shirt with his right hand, shoving away Bruce's movements to help. Silk tears, buttons snap: beautifully chaotic.

"That suit costs -"

"Shut -" Harvey pinches a dusky nipple, rolling it and watching the words die before they can leave Bruce's parted lips - "Up."

Next to be mangled is Bruce's designer leather belt, the stylish buckle bent and the soft leather ripped between Harvey's fists. Bruce is surprisingly fit underneath all this fashionable softness, and Harvey drags his fingernails over the toned, perfect adds, earning a keening moan and rippling red lines over the pale perfection.

For such expensive fabric, the zipper and button of Bruce's pants give away with a single yank, exposing white silk undies that Harvey shreds with even greater ease. For a moment, Harvey stares down at the already hard equipment. It's just begging him to attend to it, perfect little head poking up at him.

But Harvey will have none of it. He grabs Bruce's shoulder, shoves the man around to face into the wall, fingers digging into the shoulders as he presses up against Bruce's ass. Bruce moans that special little keening sound again, pressing back against Harvey's groin and wiggling just enough to almost cause Harvey to completely loose control.

"Harvey -"

"What part of 'shut up' do you not understand?!"

Harvey unbuckles his belt, unzipping his pants, and letting himself free. He enters without any fanfare, any preparation. Bruce gasps, muscles clenching around Harvey who moves against the pressure, finding that spot that makes Bruce keen again and touch himself. Harvey bats Bruce's hands away, holding onto the wrists as he begins to set a pace.

"Harv... Harvey..."

"Learn some goddamn self-restraint," Harvey hisses out, pulling out to the tip and then sliding back in, making sure to press where it will make Bruce breathe erratically.

It only takes a few more of these kinds of thrusts until Bruce tenses up perfectly around Harvey, shuddering as he spurts quickly but heavily onto the wall he's shoved up against. Harvey growls as he plunges in once more, releasing, cleansing, relaxing.

Harvey Dent isn't tired anymore, that's for sure.

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mutantjules, 2008-07-26 06:43 am UTC

looove -

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wiser_9, 2008-07-26 09:19 am UTC

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iosonosara, 2008-07-26 11:48 am UTC

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deerlike, 2008-07-26 09:30 pm UTC

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angelofsnow, 2008-07-27 12:27 am UTC

Re: [1/1] Night Vist ; NC-17 - (Anonymous), 2008-07-27 02:41 am UTC

Re: [1/1] Night Vist ; NC-17 - (Anonymous), 2008-07-27 03:15 am UTC

Re: [1/1] Night Vist ; NC-17 - (Anonymous), 2008-07-29 07:16 am UTC

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brushed_velvet, 2008-07-29 09:30 pm UTC

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coldryuuza, 2008-10-24 04:02 am UTC

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morlockiness, 2008-07-27 04:08 am UTC

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wiser_9, 2008-07-27 09:54 pm UTC

FIC: Welcome to My Hell -

keajoaq, 2008-07-27 05:38 am UTC

Re: FIC: Welcome to My Hell -

wiser_9, 2008-07-27 09:41 pm UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:51 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Joker/Two-Face [Nolanverse] Kink: knifeplay, focus on scars & burns, death threats (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 08:23 am UTC (link)
	agreed!! (Reply to this) (Parent)

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autumnrae89, 2008-08-09 05:39 pm UTC

1/? sorry for that... *fails at html* - (Anonymous), 2008-10-16 07:42 am UTC

2/? - (Anonymous), 2008-10-16 07:44 am UTC

Re: 2/? - (Anonymous), 2008-10-17 02:26 am UTC

3/? - (Anonymous), 2008-10-19 09:06 am UTC

4/4 - (Anonymous), 2008-10-19 09:29 am UTC

Re: 4/4 - (Anonymous), 2009-04-06 08:27 am UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:54 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Poison Ivy/Harley Quinn Kink: light bondage, blood from thorns, teasing, voyeurism Ivy gets sick of waiting for Harley to leave the Joker so puts on a show while Harley thinks she doesn't know she's there. Then more ensues. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 05:13 pm UTC (link)
	oooh seconded. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Clarification? - (Anonymous), 2008-08-18 10:58 pm UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:57 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Batman/Harvey Dent Kink: love!fuck (Reply to this) (Thread)

	SECONDED Batman/Harvey Dent, love!fuck (Anonymous) 2008-10-16 11:44 pm UTC (link)
	They met on a rat infested motel on the docks (read that somewhere I think), angst for Harvey because of Rachel, Batman does not remove the Batsuit; lots of kissing, lots and lots of kissing, everywhere, please anon, you can do it. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: SECONDED Batman/Harvey Dent, love!fuck - (Anonymous), 2008-11-28 01:48 am UTC

FIc, part 4a/4 -

confusedkayt, 2008-12-03 07:50 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-12-03 07:51 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-12-03 07:52 am UTC

DONE FIc, part 4d/4, DONE -

confusedkayt, 2008-12-03 07:53 am UTC

Re: DONE FIc, part 4d/4, DONE - (Anonymous), 2008-12-03 09:56 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-12-03 07:15 pm UTC

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22by7, 2008-12-03 08:53 pm UTC

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confusedkayt, 2009-03-03 08:23 pm UTC

Screw anonymity! 1/3 -

confusedkayt, 2008-11-28 02:31 am UTC

Re: Screw anonymity! 1/3 - (Anonymous), 2008-11-28 05:58 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-11-28 09:12 pm UTC

Re: Screw anonymity! 1/3 - (Anonymous), 2008-11-29 09:28 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-11-30 10:22 am UTC

Re: Screw anonymity! 1/3 - (Anonymous), 2008-12-01 06:54 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-12-03 07:49 am UTC

Fic part 2a/?? -

confusedkayt, 2008-11-28 09:26 pm UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-11-28 09:27 pm UTC

Fic part 3a/4 -

confusedkayt, 2008-11-30 10:18 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-11-30 10:19 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2008-11-30 10:19 am UTC

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ladyvoldything, 2009-01-13 06:59 pm UTC

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rekindle956, 2009-01-14 02:08 am UTC

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confusedkayt, 2009-03-03 08:20 pm UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:58 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Rachel/Harvey, Batman [Nolanverse] Kink: wiretapping, dirty talk (Reply to this) (Thread)

	morlockiness 2008-07-27 04:10 am UTC (link)
	I have ideas for this. Unfortuantely, I am going away for a week and probably will not be writing it tonight (but you never know. Ever since I read the prompt and pairing, my mind won't stop rolling the fic around in my head). BUT when I get back, I shall for sure! And, uh, yeah. I'm a whore and don't like being anon. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:58 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent Kink: Grief sex (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Harvey as Two face, Or AU with Harvey still Harvey? (Anonymous) 2008-08-18 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	Same question as above. (Reply to this) (Parent)

THIRD Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent, grief sex - (Anonymous), 2008-10-16 11:49 pm UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 06:59 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Joker/Two-Face [Nolanverse] Kink: ArkhamNurse!Joker straps him down and ensues the practice of 'medicine', the Joker way. Would be a plus if it involved scalpels and pantyhose. (Reply to this) (Thread)

[1/3] ; Turn to Chaos ; NC-17

misskass
2008-08-23 03:09 pm UTC (link)

It wasn’t that difficult to get in, which didn’t particularly surprise him. Arkham Asylum was notorious for breakouts, and all the money that went towards getting their ‘criminally insane’ back into lockdown must have been taking away from that which they would otherwise spend on security. Ah well, no matter. It meant his job was far easier.

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t that difficult to get hold of a nurse’s uniform, either. The pretty little thing he ran into in the hallway was all too willing to give up her clothing, especially when the flash of a shiny blade was brought into the equation. He had even managed to secure her pair of pantyhose, and coupled with the short skirt and remarkably flattering shirt (which he thought were ridiculous things to be wearing amongst society’s most maniacal, but then again it was her life on the line), he looked the very double of her. Of course, the hair and the greasepaint makeup only served to dampen his efforts, but no matter; where he was going, he didn’t need to hide everything.

And so he meandered through the hospital, not sure entirely where his friend would be trapped, but after snatching the nurse’s keys, it didn’t matter where said friend was. He would always be found.

Luckily, must have been deemed to be not a particularly savage danger to society, because he was only a few levels down, nowhere near the breed of criminal that was so sorely lacking in today’s society. Must have been because all of those criminals were under lock and key far down in the bowels of Arkham, he thought to himself as he gleefully rapped on the window of the little room.

“Well hello, stranger,” he called brightly, grinning his incessant grin through the tiny glass window.

“Joker.” The man inside almost refused to acknowledge his name, spitting it out as though the word was poison. He turned away from the door then, and the Joker took his chance to open it quickly and slip inside, fingering the syringe in his pocket as he relocked the door and turned around to find that the other man had backed up against the wall.

“Ah, Harvey, you don’t seem like you’re happy to see me. You don’t need me to make you smile, do you?” The Joker spoke his name breathily, imitating a woman’s higher-pitched voice as he moved across the room, swaying his hips. Harvey turned away, disgusted with the sight before him. Who had the Joker violated to get those clothes? What poor nurse had he stripped, down to her panties (or maybe even less, Harvey realised, he had no way to prove that the clown hadn’t stolen her undergarments as well), just to torture him?

“Maybe you’d respond if I called you Two-Face.” This time the Joker sang his name, close enough now to reach out and touch Harvey’s face and pull it towards himself. “Would that make Gotham’s White Knight smile?”

Harvey smacked the Joker’s hand away, grabbing his wrist in the process. “Don’t you dare taunt me, clown.” The Joker merely laughed, extracting his hand from Two-Face’s grasp and slipping it gently into his pocket.

“Well, we can’t have that kind of behaviour in here. Sleep tight, sweetheart.” He pulled the syringe out and plunged it into Two-Face’s neck, pumping him full of a fast-acting tranquilliser. Whistling, the Joker tore strips off the bottom of Two-Face’s Arkham-issue shirt and bound his wrists together, tying them to the metal bar at the top of the bed. He also tied Two-Face’s ankles, separately, to the bar at the bottom of the bed. The Joker then slid down against the wall, landing rather ungracefully on the floor, and pulled out the scalpel he’d threatened the nurse with. He grinned to himself, as he was the only conscious person in the room, and watched the blade glimmer in the dull light of the only globe in the room until Two-Face woke up.

It took half an hour before the other man awoke, and by that time the Joker had carved maniacally grinning faces into the wall of the room, and taken a swipe at Two-Face’s calf, just because he felt like it. Two-Face attempted to move his arms and legs, and finding that they were bound, snarled at the Joker.

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:01 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Bruce/hand Kink: Oh so torn & tortured!self-love... Bruce can't stop thinking about the Joker...and just needs to let some of that tension loose. (Reply to this) (Thread)

delivered
(Anonymous)
2008-07-27 10:56 pm UTC (link)

Anonymous hopes it has done a satisfactory job.

***

Months later, Bruce still wakes up with echoes of laughter in his head. In the street, overly made-up women make him double take, and he looks too long at old I BELIEVE IN HARVEY DENT campaign posters, missing hollow-eyed, slash-mouthed graffiti.

He tells himself he’ll shake it off eventually.

One night, he’s swooping down from a rooftop onto a convenience store robbery and he sees a purple suit jacket disappearing into an alley. Bruce catches the guy by his green hair and throws him to the ground (money from several locations spilling out of a dropped duffel bag), but it’s just a copycat; his makeup is cheap and running, he doesn’t have the scars, and when Bruce leans down to glare and threaten, the guy easily cracks.

It pisses him off, to find such a bad imitation when he was ready for the original.

Bruce gets back that night in a bad mood, parks the Batmobile haphazardly and hopes Albert is asleep as he storms to his room. Landing on his bed, still in the suit, Bruce pulls off his hood and glares at the ceiling. He shouldn’t be so disappointed. The Joker was locked up in Arkham, and that was a good thing.

Memories of crazed laughter, that smudged face grinning up at him from the floor of the interrogation room -- rise unbidden. Bruce sighs heavily, shifts, and realizes he’s half-hard. It wasn’t unusual after a night out, his system flooded with adrenaline and his heart pounding. Nothing to do but take care of it in the usual way. He pries off bits of his armor impatiently, scattering the pieces on the floor, and wraps a hand around his cock.

He’ll allow himself this, tell himself it has nothing to do with what’s been on his mind. Stroking himself, Bruce thinks of some random female body, long legs and round, smooth breasts. Soft hair fanned out over his pillow, little moans and high-pitched gasps.

But she changes, suddenly, hands rough at his back, lipstick too bright and too much, smudging on his face and neck. Bruce groans, hips twisting against his hand. The body underneath him is fighting to flip him over, whispering threats and encouragement in his ear; “Come on, I want you to do it, Iwantyoutodoit.”

Tongue flicks out to fitfully lick at red lips and Bruce realizes where his mind has slipped to, but he’s too far gone, doesn’t care. He strokes harder, body arching, as he thinks of leather gloved hands, a mouth that must taste like greasepaint and blood leaving marks along his cock, sounds the Joker might make, voice dropping to a growl.

Bruce comes, noises stuck in his chest as he gasps, shuddering.

The release is temporary. He tiredly shucks the rest of the suit, knowing full well the shame and confusion that’ll clothe him in the morning.

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:03 am UTC (link)
	Paring:Batman/The Joker Kink:Anything that involves the joker using his knife on batman (Reply to this) (Thread)

	x_tangy 2008-10-09 02:25 am UTC (link)
	YUM. If I find time this weekend, surely, I'm up for it. >:3 (Reply to this) (Parent)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:05 am UTC (link)
	Paring:Bruce Wayney/Harvey Dent Kink:Dirty talk and/or phone sex (Reply to this) (Thread)

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	I'll get to work on this as soon as possible@ (Reply to this) (Parent)

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STILL WAITING Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent, Dirty Talk and/or Phone Sex - (Anonymous), 2008-10-16 11:52 pm UTC

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:06 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Joker Kink: Kidnapping, restraints, knife-play (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Delivered! sustainablekink 2008-08-14 07:54 am UTC (link)
	My Batman and I... our first roleplay fits your request. <3 It's horribly OOC, and unnecessarily explicit, but it works. Do hope you enjoy. http://sustainablekink.livejournal.com/597.html (Reply to this) (Parent)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:07 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Alfred/Bruce Kink: Alfred accidentally walking in on Bruce jacking off. Bonus points if it's in the batcave from Batman Begins. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-26 06:59 am UTC (link)
	YES YES YES!! Want so much! (Reply to this) (Parent)

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:08 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Dr. Crane / Dr. Quinzel Kink: Crane tests out his nightmare gas on the intern, only to find that she gets off to fear adrenaline. (Reply to this) (Thread)

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andsaca369
2008-07-28 04:42 am UTC (link)

Probably NC-17. Also warning for potential triggers, but in a kink-fest that's probably a given.

It's unethical, what he's doing. He knows it, and doesn't care. In a place like Arkham, the interns must know what they're getting themselves into. Just accepting the first paycheck is tantamount to signing a waiver. Granted, it's probably the inmat- sorry, patients that they're most wary of, but such foolishness deserves the consequences it cannot help but reap. And they're here, after all, to advance the field of medical science, aren't they? Of course they are. This is their job.

He's been watching her for a week or so now. She seems ideal: fresh from med school, with a cheerful face and a pretty smile and absolutely no brains at all. If she even ever connects the dots, she'll probably have no idea what to do about it. She is a creature of habit. Every day, she does her rounds in the same order, speaking with the same people at the same time. She eats her lunch at one, and begins her afternoon duties by two. Every. Single. Day.

Today, he thinks, and gathers the necessary items into his Gladstone bag.

At one fifty-two, he is waiting in a narrow hallway, a floor down from his office. It's a quiet section of the hospital: storage rooms and the pharmacy, all of which are deserted at this time of the day. She'll come this way, he knows. She always does.

And she does. The sound of her footfalls precedes her, a muted clicking of her heels on the tile floor. Heels, he thinks; who wears heels in an asylum? The even tapping draws closer and closer, and he finds himself holding his breath in anticipation. Closer... closer... and there she is, trim business skirt-and-jacket, high heels and long blonde hair, as she passes his hiding place without seeing him; without even looking aside. Silent as smoke, he pours out of the little alcove, and the time between wrapping his arm around her neck and covering her mouth with a gas mask is not enough for her to scream.

He gives her a full dose. She struggles, fighting to free her nose and mouth, but she's smaller than he is, and he has the advantage of surprise, and she breathes it in deeply. He can visualise it filling her throat and lungs, expanding to saturate her body and seep into her brain, and he knows when it takes effect, because her body goes limp against him. He lets her go and steps in front of her. The mask is always enough to trigger the fear, get the subject's adrenalin going. He's not disappointed now.

Pupils dilated, he thinks absently. Breathing shallow, elevated pulse. Classic signs of a typical fear response. Good. On the floor in front of him, she cowers, folded in on herself and staring up at him with her lips slack, breathing through them in harsh little gasps. She doesn't attempt to flee, which is rare in those of his subjects who begin the experiments sane. Most evince a typical flight-or-fight reaction. She... does neither. Intriguing.

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:08 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Batman or Bruce/Hand. Kink: Batman fingering his wounds. Leik dis: (Reply to this) (Thread)

Quitclaim; Hard R; 1/2
(Anonymous)
2008-07-28 06:38 am UTC (link)

Probably got a bit too Joker/Batman (it's the only way my mind works!) but I hope it's not so bad that you can't pretend it's not -- hope you like it!

Bruce crashed around the corner and into the dingy alleyway, his lungs burning with each broken gasp he took. He could still feel the laughter scraping against the thick of his bones, mocking him continually. He sank down against the wall, jarring his suit as he did.

The deep gash in his side seared as he twisted, sending a raging jolt of pain from head to foot. He felt acid pool in his stomach and a surge in his groin and cringed. The pain licked at his side in slow, deep waves. He tried not to move, tried to stay calm. He was incapacitated in a dark alley in the heart of Gotham, broken and half-hard with the sting of the wound and the knowledge that if anyone came upon him now they’d find him vulnerable – the control he’d so carefully trained to surge through his veins at full-tilt had thinned out, leaving room for a sick relish at the level to which he’d allowed himself to sink.

He tried to ignore the pulsing between his heavily-armored legs, but the clinging confinement of the suit made it difficult to concentrate on much else, and there was no use in leaving it be.

Trying to move as little as possible, he released his utility belt and felt for the zipper underneath, shunting the suit down around his hips. He hissed as his bobbing erection met the cool, moist air and eagerly wrapped his hand around its length, not bothering to remove his thin glove. He let out a small sigh, his head jutting against the wall as he stroked. The wound in his side twinged and his cock jumped. Before he knew what he was doing he’d pulled the glove from his free hand and slid it to the gash to ghost over the gaping, bloody flesh. Two fingers pressed into the weal and he grunted softly, eyes stinging.

Image after image skittered in sharp bursts through his mind – the Joker luring him to the roof of Gotham Bank with a small girl, knocking her out and tying him up, sliding his knife from hip to neck, tracing the musculature of the suit with the thin edge, eyes bright and wicked.

“You’re just too much fun, Batman! I think I’ll leave you something to remember me by…every time you cringe. And it starts to bleed again.”

He’d taken his time about it, leaning in close to watch Bruce’s lips, Bruce’s eyes. To feel the hitch of breath against his painted cheek as he pressed into the side of the suit and wrenched the knife into its seam.

“In breaking you I break the man beneath,” he breathed in a sing-songy voice, his lips tightening in pleasure.

He’d given a groan of contentment then, his face going slack as he relished Bruce’s sharp inhalation, the way his eyes pulled tight around the edges. He’d yanked the knife from Bruce’s side, blinking languidly at the blood staining the silver before raising it to his lips and smearing it over his already-crimson grin….

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:09 am UTC (link)
	This is going to be HUEG, brace yourselves for a shitstorm of posts. Pairing: Joker/self Kink: Exhibitionism; possibly set during interrogation scene If the Batman wanted a show, hee-hee-he'd give* him one.* (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:16 am UTC (link)
	Want. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:10 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Joker/Harley Quinn [Nolanverse] Kink: Sadomasochism, blood play, knives, guro, etc. etc. Bonus points for it happening in a really grimy cell in Arkham. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:11 am UTC (link)
	I am all over this. I hope. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:11 am UTC (link)
	Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent - drunk, jealousy, asserting dominance (Reply to this) (Thread)

Hope this is okay XD {1/3}

seewhatimesdone
2008-07-26 10:36 am UTC (link)

From Gotham’s notorious Playboy’s penthouse one could almost see the whole city.

A District Attorney could use a place like this. Harvey grinned to himself. Gentle clinks of ice and glass echoed from the bar behind him where the billionaire was fixing them a drink, hopefully a strong one. It was almost possible for Harvey to justify his love for this God forsaken city when it was shrouded in darkness. Only street lamps, car lights, and warm houses were visible from this height; no mob bosses, thugs, or corrupt cops could be seen plaguing the city. But he wouldn’t kid himself, he knew they were there. Averting his eyes he grimaced to himself. Gotham’s “White Knight”; that’s what they were calling him. It was starting to seem like not even God himself could save this city. Bruce’s steps grew louder; Harvey forced his expression to one of pleasant amusement.

“Quite a view.” Harvey murmured with a smirk, reaching to take the glass offered before him. Ahh Bourbon. None of that cheap shit. He was too used to alcohol bought on a D.A.’s salary, although, the overall effect was one in the same.

“Yeah, it’ll do…for now.” Bruce shrugged, downing half his glass.

“It’s nice to know someone shares my affinity for Gotham’s well being.” Bruce’s brow furrowed in thought.

“It serves my purpose. As for its well being…that’s your department.” Frowning at his now empty class he turned back purposefully towards the bar. Harvey shook his head. My department. He surveyed the penthouse, with its grandeur and cutting edge technology it seemed much more suitable to house Gotham’s hero than an apartment cluttered with boxes spilling court documents. At least I can walk to work. He chuckled to himself but was swiftly overcome with grief; the weight of saving an un-savable city bearing its full weight upon his shoulders. A soft sigh escaped; did everything have to echo in this damn place? Closing his eyes he downed the whole glass. The burn etched its way down his throat until he felt nothing but a deep calm.

“Can I get you another?” Bruce tipped his glass smilingly in Harvey’s direction. Bruce played the part of the nonchalant bachelor quite brilliantly but he had serious reasons for keeping Harvey in such close company. Harvey was going to take his place as the city’s protector; Gotham’s hero would have a face and it would not be shrouded behind a mask. This was quite evidently weighing down on the new D.A. The handsome face once radiating with confidence and purpose was now etched with lines of worry, his eyes underlined with black circles. Harvey took a seat on a leather barstool, placing his empty glass before Bruce.

“No ice.” Bruce’s raised eyebrows betrayed a hint of shock and amusement but he obeyed filling the glass to the brim with amber. They both drank silently for a few moments, each thinking intently about the other. Bruce glanced back at Harvey’s glass, empty already. Better fill it up again, got to be a good host right? “It’s not me.” Harvey muttered, gazing intensely at no particular object.

“What’s not-” Bruce was cut short.

“I’m not this city’s savior.” He started in on another glass of liquid confidence without hesitation. That’s right Harvey, let it out. This was what Bruce had been waiting for. Preparing for the floodgates to open he helped himself to another drink. “One man can’t do anything. I was fooling myself. It’s this…this city.” He waved his hands lazily across the bar grazing his empty glass. “It’s eating itself from the inside out. Once you’re infected with poison there’s nothing you can do…but wait to die…” He trailed off licking his lips.

“You’re wrong. As a man, you’re right, you can’t do it. But as a symbol…as a symbol you can rebuild this city from its ashes.” He sputtered almost too eagerly. Easy there Bruce…what glass number is this? Who’s counting?

“Easy for you to say…” He mumbled into his glass. Harvey wasn’t even going to harbor under false pretenses any longer.

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:11 am UTC (link)
	What. This hasn't been suggested yet?! Pairing: Anyone / Two Face (Nolanverse or otherwise, but I Nolanverse makes it easiest) Kink: Did somebody say facefuck? (Reply to this) (Thread)

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	(Anonymous) 2008-07-25 07:14 am UTC (link)
	Pairing: Harvey/Bruce Kink: ANYTHING. angry sex grrr. (Reply to this) (Thread)

1/um, lots? I went a little overboard...
(Anonymous)
2008-07-27 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Based on movie canon, though my timeline might be a little whacked; I only saw it once. The angry part was a little difficult, considering their massive mutual mancrushes throughout the entire movie, but I bent canon a little and did what I could. Hope you enjoy! :)

It was a dark, low-lit room, all the better to see the lights of Gotham stretched out like a galaxy below them; it was giving Harvey uncomfortable flashbacks to the night of the fundraiser, of the Joker, but only a little. He could deal.

Wayne lifted his glass of champagne in a toast - and hell, that bottle alone had probably cost more than two weeks of Harvey's rent; he liked to think of himself as a pretty easy-going kind of guy, but the way Wayne had been basically rubbing his wealth in Harvey's face the whole evening - scratch that, since the very first time they'd met - was starting to get on his nerves. And knowing Wayne, it probably wasn't even deliberate; the guy doubtless didn't even realise what an asshole he was being. Or perhaps he did...

"I have to offer my congratulations. Apparently I'm not the only one who believes in Harvey Dent." Wayne smiled at him, and despite the circumstances Harvey managed a smile back. Then his eyes slipped down to the number on the check in Wayne's hand. He nearly spat out the champagne.

"When I suggested this fundraiser I meant business, Mr Dent. And I'm not the only one who realises the importance of the work you're doing here. It's time for a change in this city, and you're the face of that."

There was an odd intensity in Wayne's eyes. Harvey looked down, almost embarrassed by what he'd been thinking earlier, and managed a weak laugh. "Until tonight I would have found that pretty hard to believe. After the Joker showed up in front of Gotham's finest, I started doubting anyone would want to give us money. He's not making us look good."

Wayne laughed, easily; that odd intensity was gone. "Now, why would you think that, Mr Dent? The Joker's arrival showed everyone that until things change around here, and soon, no-one is safe. You're just the instrument of that change."

"We're almost powerless against the Joker. I was worse than useless that night, and Rachel -" He swallowed heavily. "Batman saved us all. If he hadn't come, hadn't known to come... How can one ordinary man compete with him?"

"Batman is only one man..." Wayne's voice trailed off; his eyes, which had been dreamy and unfocused, suddenly sharpened to stare straight at Harvey. "What did you say about Rachel?"

"She - she almost died. The Joker dropped her out of a window. She would have died, but Batman... he saved her." The words caught in his throat. He'd found himself shaking at odd moments, ever since she'd told him; he could imagine her death in detail that was far too perfect. To have died like that, at the hands of a madman, screaming...

He's almost too caught up in his own head to see Wayne's fists clench. Almost. "She told you this?"

This, and then some. "Last night." And then suddenly the anger that's been building in Harvey since that moment comes pouring out, an acid rush that's impossible to manage. "You kissed her." It comes out almost a whine, not the flat, cold accusation he'd planned on; he bit down hard on his lower lip until his voice was more under control. "Why would you - was that the whole reason you set up the fundraiser? Because you wanted an excuse to get closer to her?"

Wayne froze for a moment, eyes wide and almost hurt; then he laughed. "You think I need an excuse like that with Rachel? What's between us has nothing to do with you."

"The hell it does! You - you're Bruce fucking Wayne, you could have any woman in the world! Why would you go after the one that I - the one that I love?"

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Re: 4/4, Actually, I probably could have done this in three. Oh well. - (Anonymous), 2008-07-27 05:03 pm UTC

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