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The Joker stood in shock as the taste of his nemesis settled on his tongue, a delightful freshness complimenting the warmth of his mouth - and the taste of mint, he realized. The overprepared superhero popped a mint before this. He tried to let out a groan of disappointment, but it came out as a sigh of satisfaction, his hands easily finding their way to a black kevlar covered waist in an attempt to make the kiss last as long as possible.
Joker didn’t remember closing his eyes, nor did he remember one of those black gloved hands sliding off his shoulder and onto the small of his back, but somehow the pieces fit together so cleanly it was as if they’d kissed a million times before. He’d convinced himself a rather long time ago that a kiss from the bat just wouldn’t be as good as tasting his blood in the middle of a brawl, but oh how he’d been wrong. While there was a distinct lack of that coppery flavor he enjoyed too much, it was made up for with a new warmth, praising and eager to keep the Joker there until there was no space left between them.
So inevitably when the hero tried to pull back, the clown chased, and only when the two ran out of breath did they stop to look at each other. Even under the cowl Batman’s eyes filled with uncertainty as he studied Joker’s face, now sporting what would probably go down in history as the most triumphant smirk known to man.
“Well, that was better than what I expected! Scenery is a bit drab, but practice makes perfect, right?”
“We have already kissed too much for one night,” Bruce started, turning his head to avoid Joker’s gaze and to hide that he was-
“Gosh, are you blushing under that mask, Bats?” Joker’s grin spread wider, something that seemed impossible before, and the hero of Gotham stood frozen at the comment. He couldn’t look away now, it would just confirm what the Joker already knew, but now he had been thinking too long and Joker had most definitely had long enough to look closer and-
“You are! Oh, you know just how to make a gal feel special!”
Batman flinched as his burning cheeks were peppered with affectionate kisses, doting and soft, leaving no spot untouched. Bruce was a deer in the headlights, his fluster growing as the kisses went on, earning himself more praise which urged more blood to his cheeks in an awful cycle of sweetness. He was completely vulnerable - what Joker had been trying to do for years was accomplished in barely a minute, with no weapons necessary.
The moment was cut short when an obnoxious pop song cut into the comfortable quiet the pair had settled into, Batman quickly jumping to action and tensing up again, hand gripping his grappling hook. Joker on the other hand looked mostly unfazed, if not a little annoyed, pulling his phone out of his pocket to reveal the source of the noise. He looked down to turn it off, slamming his fingers on the screen to send an angry message back, before looking up to see -
Nothing.
Bats had flown the coop. Perhaps that really was too many kisses for one night. The clown felt his mouth tug down almost instantly, but it rose slightly when he thought of his favorite vigilante going back to whatever rock he slept under just to relive this night over and over. And hopefully to clean himself up. Now there was an opportunity for a good joke, Joker just couldn’t help himself, stretching his hand out by his mouth to carry his voice further.
“Hey, Bats! You might need to pick up some lipstick remover on your way home! We don’t need all of Gotham to see you literally red in the face!”