Notice

Title: Notice
Fandom: DC comics (batman)
Pairing: Joker/Riddler
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, Slash, Alternate Universe, Consent issues, and violence. Clichés abound!
Date started: Feb 3, 2004 (8:55PM)
Date completed: Feb 3, 2004 (4:05PM)
Status: Complete
Series: No
Spoilers: Minor Hush (and even then I'm not sure of accuracy)
Synopsis: Joker wants to have a word with Riddler about what happened.

Beta Readers: Someone want the job?

Notes: I seriously need a life. Anyway, I missed a lot of the Hush storyline, so I'm putting this in an Alternate Universe. Riddler and Joker are both in Arkham at this point.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor make money off of the characters used in this work of fiction and no infringement is intended.

Notice


His head cracked against the wall and for a brief second lights flashed in front of his eyes. The hands on his wrists tightened as a knee came up, pinning him against the wall as he tried to pull away. The bony knee dug into him in warning not to move.

"I owe you."

He grimaced. The voice was low-- quiet, and he knew that the guards would not have heard it. And he knew above all else he was thoroughly screwed.

Through the pain he forced his eyes open and found the vibrant green of the other man's eyes staring directly into his own.

"I did what I needed to do!" Reason would be lost on him. He knew it, but still he couldn't stop himself from trying.

"So you could feel like you were running with the big boys?" The Joker hissed into Edward Nigma's ear, a thumb shifted, driving a sharp nail into Eddie's wrist as he spoke.

Eddie didn't answer as he turned his head away, staring toward the door where if there were a God, a guard would be barreling through any second.

The fingernail dug deeper into his wrist-stinging and burning till he was forced to look. A thin stream of blood oozed its way down, disappearing underneath of the cuff of his shirt.

"I'm talking to you!" The Joker growled softly. "And I hate being ignored!"

"How did you get in here?" Eddie swallowed against the bile that was threatening to rise.

"How do I get anywhere?" Joker lifted an eyebrow. "Ah! A riddle, and we all know how you so love riddles!"

"Go away!" The Riddler struggled briefly until the knee in his stomach slid down and pressed lower, rendering him afraid to breath, much less move.

"I'll go when I'm done talking to you!" The Joker thrust his knee up sharply; smiling brightly as Riddler barely stifled a terrified scream.

"I did what I needed to do, it wasn't personal!" Eddie's voice was barely above a whisper. "You'd done the same to me if our positions were reversed!"

"Except, they weren't!" Joker frowned fiercely. "You used me! You used all of us!"

The Riddler winced as the other wrist started to bleed, and he sincerely hoped that the Joker hadn't coated his nails with something deadly.

"Yes, I did!" He finally admitted, sagging against the wall and allowing his head to hit the wall once more.

"Why?" Joker narrowed his eyes and leaned forward.

Eddie scoffed and pulled his head up, looking into Joker's eyes. "So I could run with the big boys. So I wasn't a pale imitation of you. So I could prove that I was a threat. And most importantly, because I could! And every one of you moved and did exactly what I wanted you to, like pawns on a chessboard. Including YOU! The great Joker was nothing but a pawn. And yeah, I got off on it!"

His head snapped backwards and the sparks in front of his eyes returned for a moment before he realized that one of his wrists was free. With a wild swing he caught Joker on the side of the face, knocking him off balance long enough to slither out of his grasp and run toward the door.

A deathly pale arm caught him around the waist and swung him away from his salvation. Eddie clawed at the strong and sinewy hand that gripped him painfully just below the rib cage. "You're weak, Eddie, always have been. You were never much of a threat. It's why I always let you live! If anything, you were amusing."

"Let me go!" Eddie drove an elbow into Joker's ribs. A gasp heralded his escape as he jumped back. "I was never worth your time. That's true. I was always beneath your notice. Until now..."

The Joker's lips twitched slightly as he tilted his head and looked down his nose at the Riddler. "It sounds like you almost wished I would notice you."

He didn't answer as he began to back up, heedless of the direction, forgetting that the door was now on the opposite side.

The Joker smirked as he slowly followed him. "You did, you wanted me to notice you! I'm not sure which of you is more pathetic, you with your pale imitation or Harley with her blatant one. Tell me, are you as good a lay as her?"

"Fuck you!" His back hit the wall as he balled his fists up.

"Well, I certainly have high hopes..." The Joker laughed quietly, continuing to cross the floor toward him.

Eddie raised his fists. The Joker slowly shook his head and with a finger pushed first one then the other down to his side. "Don't try it. You aren't that good of a fighter. And I don't think you want to anyway."

"Leave! Get out of here!"

"Ah, but I can't. See, I've noticed you." The Joker purred as he closed in.

Riddler turned his head to the side as the other man trailed a hand down his side before nuzzling just under his ear. "I-I don't want this!"

The laughter was softer this time, nowhere near the hysterical giggles that usually marked the murdering clown. It vibrated through the Joker's chest, causing Edward to swallow hard as he felt the other man press him harder against the wall. The hand petting his side didn't still, but began to make broader strokes until finally Joker gripped his hip painfully, pulling them together as he wrapped his other arm around the Riddler's waist.

Sharp teeth worried the flesh over Eddie's collarbone and he began to struggle in the Joker's arms.

The knee returned, insinuating itself between his legs, this time not to cause pain, but to hold him in place and rub against the erection the Eddie was trying to convince himself that he did not have.

He gasped as the hand left his hip and began to roll down the top of his prison issue trousers. Pushing them duntiuntil smooth flesh was visible and only then did Joker step back for a moment.

For a moment Riddler almost pulled his pants back to their proper place, for a moment he almost screamed out for the guards, for the orderlies, for anyone. But then the Joker smiled and it wasn't the maniacal smile that he put on for the six o'clock news, or even the one he saved for therapy, but a smile that was for him and him alone and the Riddler stopped himself.

The Joker glanced at the small bed and seemed to debate with himself for a moment before he finally shrugged and grabbed the Riddler by the waist again, nearly flipping him onto the nearby bed. "Not exactly the Ritz, or even a motel six, but it'll do!"

With a slight stumble he fell onto the bed, the Joker following on top of him, pressing him into the thin mattress while the Joker found his mouth and attacked it with fierce kisses that would turn soft only to turn violent again when he'd bite down on Eddie's lower lip or suck too hard on his tongue.

Hands made their way over his body and began to push the thin material further and further down until the Joker pulled back just long enough to fling the offending item across the room. Diving back down he began to nip and bite along Eddie's neck leaving a trail of marks in their wake. Eddie tilted his head trying to give him more access as fingers tangled in green hair while Eddie's other hand stroked along the Joker's shoulders and arm. He arched his body up into the Joker's, soft gasps and moans muted in the small room.

Fingers dug into flesh as the Joker closed teeth over a nipple and lightly bit down. A louder moan coming unbidden as the Riddler felt as though someone had touched him with a live wire. The low chuckle returned and the Joker lifted his head to drop an almost tender kiss upon his lips. "Shame I didn't notice you before."

A hand wrapped around Eddie and he was unable to answer, lost in the feel as the Joker began to pump him rapidly, not even easing into a rhythm before bringing him almost to the brink of orgasm only to stop before he could fall off the edge.

Cruel eyes glittered down at him and the smile returned and Eddie reached up to pull him down, returning the hard kisses with equal fervor, licking, biting, sucking, wanting, needing, and none of it ever enough.

He moved unconsciously against the other man, rubbing against him, wanting the friction, needing it, and the Joker once more wrapped his hand around him and began pumping him hard.

Teeth pierced skin and the Riddler shuddered against the Joker unable to hold off the explosion any longer before he fell back onto the bed feeling almost boneless.

Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see a look of almost tenderness. A look that quickly disappeared to be replaced by the hard glitter that so often meant that someone was abou die die.

A small part of him wanted to run, but he wasn't able to call on it. Reaching up he traced the angled jaw of the man that had killed more men, women, and children than most of the other residents of Arkham put together. Thoughts of death, others or even his own melted away as the Joker caught his wrist and turned it to place a quick kiss to his palm before pushing it to the mattress and holding it there.

He gasped at the first touch. A finger still slick from when he had come probing, seeking, searching and then he was again gasping as it found what it was looking for. A look of concentration as the Joker seemed to be systematically going about his work until finally he seemed to grow bored and pulled away.

Eddie was unable to stop the moan as the hand left him and the Joker laughed, shaking his head before pulling the Riddler's legs apart and settling between them. For a moment, Eddie struggled, but powerful hands with strong fingers dug into his thighs, stilling him. Slowly, the Joker released his grip and lifted the legs higher. The Riddler wondering if he'd be able to breathe as he was bent double, then all thought disappeared as without preamble the Joker pushed in and all he could think of was the pain that flashed through him.

A hand clamped on his mouth was all that muffled his screams from being heard by the guards and orderlies outside. His breath was harsh in his ears, tears squeezed from his eyes and it was a few minutes before he realized that the Joker wasn't moving and was actually making soft comforting noises as he stroked a finger over his cheek.

He was shivering and he didn't think he could stop. The Joker dropped a soft kiss on his face and continued to make the gentle shushing noises. The stinging had not faded at all but as the Joker began to move slowly the Riddler was surprised to note that there was pleasure with the pain.

Lights appeared behind his eyes again, as this time pleasure spiked through him. The Joker grinned down at him and thrust faster, reaching down and grasping the budding erection, pulling him in time.

Gasping he threw his head back, calling out a strangled version of the word Joker before both men collapsed onto the bed, out of breath.

Joker nuzzled Riddler under the ear, a sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh before he rose up to kiss him fully. Pulling back he shook his head. "Better lay than Harley..."

"You noticed!" The Riddler laughed.

=End Notice