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.
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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 ( Read more... )
Kink: Not romance, not slash... just... friendship. And Nolanverse. If this request even counts as a kink. ...yeah.
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It’s hard to really hate someone once you’ve known them for ten years. That wasn’t to imply Batman thought the Joker was redeemable, or good, or even sane. The Joker was still his arch-nemesis and he was still a dangerous criminal who belonged in Arkham for the rest of his life. But it was hard to hate him, not in the way he’d used to hate him. They’d just... gotten used to each other.
It was the small things at first. A mobster would be gunning for the Joker, and Batman would put them behind bars before any elaborate assassination plots could play out-but the mobster was wanted by the police and undoubtedly a murderer, so why wouldn’t he take them out as soon as possible? Or a new criminal, planning to make a legend of himself, would show up dead with a Glasgow grin and a Joker card between his teeth and it’d turn out he’d been halfway through a plan that ended with the Batman dead (and half of Gotham in flames). But young kids with dumb plans rarely lasted long in Gotham’s dark underbelly.
It wasn’t unusual or anything. ( ... )
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The big deal was when during his stay at Arkham Asylum, the Joker sent Bruce Wayne (as well as the mayor, the police department, and half a dozen each of Gotham’s most famous celebrities and wealthy people) a long, rambling letter complaining about the unjust use of electroshock therapy, terrible living conditions, and boring company.
Shortly after the director of Arkham Asylum replied to Bruce Wayne that although a donation was nice, nothing could be done about inmate treatment or living conditions and that scum like that deserved anything they got, the Joker escaped from Arkham. This was unusual only because no other inmates had escaped with him, and because some guards had reported activity from outside that didn’t involve the masked clowns that usually broke the Joker out of Arkham.
Even more unusually, the Joker was not spotted during the following two weeks, nor were there any rumors of him gathering followers as he usually did after an escape. It normally took the Joker roughly four weeks to escape Arkham. This time, ( ... )
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Which led to now.
“All your goons are unconscious, Joker,” Batman growled, and threw a batarang at an elaborate mechanical thing he couldn’t immediately identify. It looked sort of like a giant robot, but with more legs, and was painted in shades of bright red and green. Aside from the clang where metal met metal, nothing happened.
“Batman! Glad you could make it! I was getting so lonely here without you! Are you still running from the law, or did Gotham’s finest send a SWAT team with you?” The Joker wielded a large machinegun, and in the time it took Batman to survey the room, it had been pointed at the door Batman had just entered from.
“Just me.” He rarely informed the police about the Joker nowadays, unless lives were actually at stake. He had gotten good at predicting the sorts of locations the Joker would hide out and plan in, and made of practice of storming them before things escalated to leveled buildings and hostage situations. Also, the Joker tended to kill policemen very, very quickly.
“Well, if it’s just ( ... )
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True enough, Batman was having difficulty pausing his coughing and choking long enough to inhale a breath of air. The Joker nimbly dodged his lunges, his trademark laugh a familiar backdrop that no longer sent a chill of unease down his spine. When he started feeling too light-headed to even manage a retreat back to the Manor (the rebuilding had been completed in year three), he choked out reluctantly, “All right. You win this one, Joker,” each word an effort to expel.
Fifteen seconds later, he was gasping down vaguely medicinal-scented breaths of air as the Joker patiently sprayed puffs of the antidote into his face. If he weren’t the Joker, the action would have seemed tender. Instead, the Joker seemed to be aiming for his eyes, judging from the snickers each time Bruce flinched as the liquid entered his eyes.
“How’s the arm?”
Bruce made some experimental movements. The adrenaline had pushed most of the pain out of his mind, but now, it hurt and he realized that it’d gone deeper than he had thought. But he was still ( ... )
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I love you!
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That was too cute!
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That was freaking awesome. *giggle*
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