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The faint glow of the sunset falls through the broken window as Joker sits in front of a vanity table, staring at his own face in the large, cracked mirror.
He brings a gloveless hand up to his face, devoid of his usual make-up.
"So Hideous," He breathes. "Both inside and outside." He drags his hand up to his green hair. "So ugly. So hideous." He pulls at his own green locks as if trying to pull them out.
"Joker." The make-up-less clown flinches, eye-ing the Bat standing in the shadows behind him near the now open window, through the mirror.
"Darling. What a surprise." His voice lacked any emotion. Bruce recognised that Joker was having one of ' those ' days again.
He strode forward, closing the gap between them. "You don't look surprised." The Bat commented, monotone but soft.
"Don't I?" There was no humour behind the lopsided grin that slid onto Joker's pale lips. "No." The Bat's arms encircled him, pulling Joker into his kevlar-covered chest.
Joker was in a deep purple robe and Batman-themed Pajama-pants. He wore pants with the robe only when he was feeling bad about his looks.
"You don't look hideous." Joker's response was a scoff. "Like you'd know anything about looks, you walk around in...this." Joker tapped the side of the suit.
Batman pulls back a little then, huffing breaths onto Joker's face- a warmth Joker never even imagined engulfs him with each rise and fall of Batman's armoured chest.
Slowly, kevlar covered hands rise to unlock the cowl with a soft ' click '. Joker's heart-beat quickens. Panicking, he squeezes his eyes shut, swiftly bringing up a hand of his own to cover the upper part of the Bat's face.
Correction- the Bat's cowl-less face. Because apparently, he'd already taken it off; as if he'd expected Joker to react this way.
"Batsy-! The hell are you-..." Joker's voice trembles. His eyes are still firmly shut. He refuses to open them, just as his voice refuses to leave his throat- which feels way too tight; like his airway is being cut off when it isn't. Not this time.
Batman pays no mind to this. He's as calm as ever. Right now though, the sangfroid nature of the vigilante infuriates Joker more than it entices him.
He hears something, not quite sure what- and it isn't until a firm hand is placed on his own which rests on the Bat's eyes that Joker realises that Batman has taken off his gloves.
The calloused feel of the bare skin on his own leaves his mind reeling, to the point where he feels like he just might drop dead right then and there.
He feels the contrasting softness of the eye-lashes beneath his own bare hand; sending electricity ripping through his skin and thigmoreceptors, right to his brain.
The Bat's hand slowly drags Joker's down his own -emphasized once again- cowl-less face; and Joker's body bristles- rightfully so, too! He's barely holding it together.
The way Batman was moving Joker's hand was agonisingly slow- Joker didn't know if it was because he wanted to feel more of the Bat's defined facial features, or because he wanted to pull his hands away at the burning sensation he feels because of it.
The Bat stops, holding Joker's hand over the lower half of his face, pressing his lips closer and into Joker's palm.
Painfully Hot breath sears Joker's skin, and he flushes. His eyes are still closed, body starting to tremble at Batman's actions.
Then, slowly; The Bat kisses his hand- the inside of Joker's palm feeling the gentle brush of chapped lips.
A shiver shoots down Joker's spine. If Batman keeps going like this, he can forget about his ' no killing ' rule, because he might actually kill Joker.
For a moment, Joker wonders if this is just some elaborate plan to finally kill him. And if he's honest, he wouldn't mind at all if this is how it happens. He'd die a very happy man.
"Look at me." Batman's voice is a whispered command, low and dark as he moves his lips, brushing against Joker's palm.
The Bat seems to want to make Joker's death as agonising and painful as possible, however, which- fair, Joker probably deserves to die like that- But still. This is all just a little too much.
Batman's grip on Joker's hand never wavered, but it was shifted a bit; allowing the vigilante to trail his lips along Joker's wrist, and then press a kiss to the pale skin that encased the clown's pulsing veins.
Joker let out a soft, breathless gasp; his eyes shooting open in surprise.
Their gazes then inevitably met, sapphire irises staring into emerald ones. Both of their pupils were enlarged Beyond Sense- because they shouldn't be so full of love- of devotion. But yet- here they were.
Batman kept his eyes locked with Joker's, the clown's thoughts and gaurds slipping away as he helplessly stared back.
Neither looked away, not that they could if they tried- which both were aware of.
The Bat looked at Joker like he was devouring him whole with those blue eyes alone. "You aren't Hideous. Far from it, I promise." Joker's eyes went glassy, as if he were about to burst into tears at any second.
Gotham's most desired man just indirectly called him handsome.
What a turn of events.