fic: batman/joker drabbles

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"There Is No God"
Pairing: Batman/Joker
Warnings: Language, violence, implied sex.  Drabbles.

 

Velvet Acid Christ—“There Is No God”

The Joker idly twirled the nine-millimeter he’d stolen off some cop and surveyed the church.  People were dead and dying all along the pews, slumped in limp heaps of dead flesh, and the priest had fallen halfway between the pulpit and the rear exit.  Tried to run when the Joker came in, wasn’t fast enough to escape the bullets aimed at his back.

 

“Our Lord…who art in Heaven…”

 

He shot the gasping woman through the temple.  He was mildly impressed to see a fairly large attendance for this morning’s mass, considering this was Gotham.

 

Kind of funny, really.

 

Rob Zombie—“Run, Rabbit, Run”

“Batsy, darling!  Did you come all this way just to see little ol’ me?  I’m touched.”

 

The man in his arms grunted fearfully against the Joker’s arm circling his throat, his cheek curving over the shape of the gun in his mouth.  The Batman didn’t seem fazed by the window he’d just busted through, or even impressed by the whole situation.

 

“Let him go, Joker.”

 

“What, this sad sack of meat?  Come on, sweetheart, don’t tell me he means more to you than me.  You’re such a bad boyfriend—no wonder that lovely DA girl left you.”

 

Batman growled and the Joker’s smile was wide and dark.  “No,” the mutilated clown said velvety-soft, “I’d rather play a game.  And if you don’t agree, then I’ll be so heartbroken that I just might pull this trigger.  Leftover pathos from an abusive childhood home, I’m afraid, you know how it goes.”

 

“What’s the game?” the Batman murmured icily.

 

“I call it ‘Wolves and Rabbits.’  See, I’m the stray dog that got into the nice little rabbit pen, and you’re the herder-type guy who wags his finger at my big bad self.  You’ve got to stop me before all the bunnies are dead.”

 

“Damn it, Jo—“

 

The struggling man in the Joker’s arms suddenly lost his head in spray of blood, bones, and brain.

 

“Whoops, one bunny down.”

 

Zeromancer—“Philharmonic”

It had been nothing but pain and fury and terror, and afterwards the Batman staggered away with shame and disgust thick in his throat.  He left the Joker lying on the warehouse floor covered in blood and semen, bruises stark against the unnaturally white skin.

 

“Let’s play a game, Bat-darling.  I call it ‘The Monster Behind the Mask.’”

 

All the while the Joker laughed until the warehouse echoed with the sound.

Comments

[fateofshadow.livejournal.com]

*ShiverShiverShiver*

Sooo pretty, I can see it all happening- the last two were especially shiny. *Giggles at splatter bunny* ^_^

And oooh, the bloody violent sex *____* That's something I'd pay to see, even if it wasn't between two absolute rivals that share so much in common. *Munches popcorn*

Note to self: sugar induces hyperactivity and bloodthirsty tendencies. *Twirls* ^^

[jukeboxhound.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Excuse me while I go get some sugar myself...

[oshii-yume.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite parts of the Joker is the way he speaks to Batman. And every time he says Batsy little bubbles of happyness gurgle about. You really have a way with writing dialogue.

[jukeboxhound.livejournal.com]

I think it's just the fact that the Joker always manages to touch me in my happy place.

Thanks. :)