Watching You, Watching Me

Watching Me, Watching You

Disclaimer: We do not own Joker or Nightwing, those belong to DC Comics. We’re making no money off this story, it is an effort of porny love. Yadda yadda I think you know what we’re saying.

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He leaned forward out of the plush purple velvet seat of his car, the binoculars resting on the wheel as he watched Bat's wayward boy wonder flying through the Bludhaven air with the greatest of ease. A titillating wet dream for perverts everywhere encased in spandex that clung in delightful ways to every curve and angle. He could watch and touch himself for hours. He cackled to himself. He _had_.

In fact he was now, gloved hand down the front of his baggy purple pants, hot slippery cock drooling heavily enough to soak his white gloves through. The boy had landed and crouched in the shadows of a building across from the alley he was parked in. There was just enough light to outline the curve of his ass, the bulge of muscles. Nothing like Bats but Joker could see the ghost trace of the man's touch in every line of the boy's body, in every breath he took.

In the circular focus of the binoculars the boy turned toward him and his full lips spread in a slow sensual smile, a wet red tongue slipping out to slowly wet those perfect lips. The movement was nearly nonexistent but as brazen as a spread whore, money in hand. Then he was gone.

Jack cursed, swinging his binoculars around, searching for where he had gone, but the city above was still once more. He growled and threw the useless things aside resting his head on the steering wheel as he let his hand fly.

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He leaned against the alley wall, the building the only thing separating him from the other man. Dick smiled again and reached down; ghosting his fingers over the bulge of his own engorged cock. The spandex clung to every angle, every ridge of hardness. It felt obscene, but he liked obscene. He liked being the center of the villain’s considerable focus. Perhaps because that was obscene to.

He wasn't Batman, by any stretch of the imagination. Batman would barge into the alleyway and haul Joker off to jail while his guard was down. Dick knew that’s what he was supposed to do, but he just couldn’t bring himself to follow through. So he didn't.

Instead he crept around the building, using the shadows as cover. He stopped, leaning back against the brick building behind him, as he peeked around the corner to gaze at the sports car. The man inside was stroking so furiously that the car rocked back and forth. Joker’s moans traveled through the open car window and down the alley making Nightwing’s cock jump.

His hand crept down again, clutching his cock firmly through the spandex. He watched him as he began to beat himself off, perfectly content with being the voyeur this evening. He rubbed over his own flat stomach, pretending it was The Joker's hands instead of his own.

He sighed, disappointed, when the sports car stopped rocking. There was stillness for a moment before the headlights flashed on and the vehicle screamed out of the dark alley. He let go of his cock and decided that if the show was over he might as well go home and beat off in his shower.
"Next time." He promised before vanishing into the night.