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My cowl fluttered and whipped around wildly in the midnight breeze and, as I weaved amongst street corners and through alleys, it was a dark blue plume obscuring me from sight. I was a shadow, moving effortlessly through the rain slick pavements. I heard the angry shouts that had been hounding me for the better half of a dozen blocks slowly fading into the cold night and I let myself breathe for a moment.
With a final few jumps and twirls through the familiar streets of Gotham I was back at the derelict warehouse where I had stored my motorcycle and, stalking along the considerable distance that it took me to get to the bike, I felt an unusual wetness between my thighs. I frowned, it couldn’t be the rain-my suit was completely waterproof. The more I focussed on the wetness the more I realised just how much of it there was, it felt like I had fallen into a puddle...thinking back on the night's events, running around the city during a torrential downpour, I guess that wouldn’t be too far off. But that didn’t explain the warmth that was also concentrated in that area, specifically around my ass.
I had reached the bike by this point and as I swished my cowl to the side and mounted up onto it I decided that the suit must be malfunctioning somehow, maybe the circulatory systems inside were bugging out. I’’l have to ask Alfred about that.
I revved the engine before easing off the brakes and shooting forward into the moonlight, hunching over the handlebars I urged myself and the bike forward. There was hardly any traffic and as I whistled through the inky black veins of the city I let myself reminisce. That street corner over there was where I smashed some guys' faces in, and I crashed through that wedding boutique just yesterday, oh-and that’s the skyscraper where I rocked the Joker's shit for the hundredth time this week...how fun.
Suddenly, thoughts of the Joker and his unique scent flooded my brain. For a moment all I could think about were our numerous tussles, his strong, sinewy forearms pressing against my throat, how his leg felt pushing into the unresisting, soft flesh of my inner thigh and his citrousy, chemical scent. The vibrations caused by the bike's powerful engines seemed to travel all the way up my spine and I found myself shifting on the leather seat, trying to feel the vibrations in my more intimate areas. All the while, the wet patch was getting wetter and wetter.
Trying to rub my ass-cheeks together and grind down onto the seat I discovered that the wetness felt much thicker than water-it had a lube-like quality to it. My Holmes-esque deductions were ignored though, in favour of more grinding. I was putting more force into it now, revving the engine and bouncing up and down so I could get that insanely pleasurable feeling concentrated in just the right spot. The Joker was still on my mind, his deep and velvety voice doing wonders for my steadily hardening dick and it somehow didn’t occur to me that trying to find release whilst riding a motorcycle at high speeds wasn’t the cleverest idea. As I lost all my inhibitions and fell further into the throes of my impromptu self-pleasuring session I failed to notice the spike strip laid out on the road in front of me.
As the tires on my motorcycle deflated and I sailed through the air, as the sound of metal warping and colliding at high speed into bricks sounded out into the empty street and as a high, keening moan tore through my throat, all I could think about was the Joker and just how goddamned Alpha he was.
I woke up feeling pleasantly warm and with a throbbing, pulsating feeling coming from my abdomen...no, it was coming from my ass. With all the sense of someone who’s just woken up from a deep sleep, I brought a hand down to the offending area, wanting to see why my ass had suddenly decided to imitate a fish’s mouth-opening and closing. My curious fingers moved around the supple, bouncy skin and as they wandered closer to my hole I felt my skin getting hotter. My movements were still sluggish from sleep but I immediately shot up when my fingers made contact with my gaping hole and were immediately covered in hot, sticky wetness.
Unfortunately, my sudden movements meant my fingers inadvertently breached my hole and slid up my tight passage. The abundant slick meant that the intrusive probing didn’t hurt, infact, as my walls tightened and spasmed around the digits, I found myself letting out a breathy moan.
A wall of lust clouded up my mind and I leant forward on my knees and let one of my hands press against the mattress, supporting me. I hesitantly started to move my fingers up and down my tight passage, I felt filled but not wholly. I whined pitifully at my fingers not being big enough but I continued with my ministrations nonetheless, the feeling of slick gushing out of my, no doubt, pink and puffy hole caused my walls to further clench down on my fingers. I moaned again and picked up my pace.
For some reason I felt myself shifting, moving around so that my ass was sticking up at an obscene angle and facing directly towards...the door to the room. This action seemed almost mechanical and instinctual, I was overwhelmed with this idea of presenting myself. I wanted whoever was going to walk through the door to see my fingers sliding in and out of myself, I wanted them to hear the lewd noises coming out of my mouth and from the slick swirling around my hole.
At this point my face was practically smushed into the shockingly soft and plush mattress, some latent instinct must’ve taken over again because I moved my face to the side so that my moans and pants could easily reverberate around the spacey room. My nipples had hardened and I rubbed my chest up and down on the silky sheets surrounding my shaking, sweaty body. Whilst I found it hard to focus on much else other than my hole and my fingers in said hole, I cast my eyes around the room, cataloguing what was in it. Apart from a chest of drawers, a few books scattered around on the floor, a window with the curtains drawn and a floor-to-ceiling mirror dominating a whole wall there wasn’t much. And, of course, the heavenly mattress upon which I was currently fucking my brains out. Sometime during my perusal of the room I had picked up the pace, my fingers now ramming into me with a ferocious intensity. I was rubbing my nipples and, now painfully hard, dick shamelessly onto the sheets. I felt like a dog in heat...wait, in heat?
A brief wave of panic welled up in my mind but it was pushed away as soon as my fingers brushed against that spot inside of me and I almost exploded with pleasure. I wailed, pushing further into my passage, wanting to wring out every ounce of feeling from that vibrating bundle of nerves.
A curious scent was slowly filling my nose, it was unnatural and metallic but also incredibly familiar. I lifted my head slightly and, though I didn’t want to, slowed my movements. The new scent was dancing around me, it was too faint to cause much of a reaction but even the gentle traces of it made my dick harden even more, it was impossibly red and was lying flush against my stomach-precome leaking out of the tip. The scent grew stronger and at this point my movements had completely stopped, with my ass slightly swaying in the air and my fingers still lodged firmly inside of myself.
I took stock of my body and found that slick was flowing down from my ass, looking into the mirror I could see my thighs were practically glistening with the fluid. Those surprise instincts kicked in again and an unexpected sound came rumbling out from my chest-it was a high pitched purr and it rolled through the room. The mystery smell grew more potent with each passing second and my purr grew louder, occasionally breaking into a more human moan.
In one go the scent flooded into the room and that thread of yearning snapped as I sniffed it in, closing my eyes whilst doing so. My instincts took control again and told me to wiggle my ass, presenting my leaking, dripping hole. I felt a chill breeze float in and realised the door had been unlocked, my eyes fluttered open and I turned my neck to see who had entered. To see who carried that chemical lemon and rain scent.
As my lust filled and teary eyes locked on the piercing verdant green ones looking back at me I resumed my earlier movements, making sure to keep eye contact as I slowly pushed my fingers in and out of my hole. Those eyes narrowed and in one quick flurry of movement the door had been closed, I had been flipped onto my back and the Joker was staring at me, his breath coming heavy and in pants, a truly wicked smile playing along his ivory face.
“So, my little Bats is an omega…”
I whined, trying to press myself up against his muscular body, now that I was out of my suit it became apparent just how much bigger the Joker was compared to me. He easily dwarfed my lithe frame and, judging by the strength of his grip, could quickly overpower me. The thought of him dominating me like that caused another whine to break out from my mouth and I was, undoubtedly, flushed pink all over. The Joker quickly caught onto my obvious want because his smile grew even larger and he leaned into the intimate crook of my neck, which I eagerly bared for him,
“And it smells like you’re in heat, how delicious...”
His hands had migrated from holding my wrists to now trailing over my chest and lightly brushing against my nipples, the rough feel of his fingers against my rapidly heating body sent a shiver through me. Breathy moans and whines were spilling out of my mouth and the moment I felt his tongue teasingly flicking out and ghosting over the nub of my nipple I let out a loud moan,
“Oh God, Joker-”
Before I could react his mouth was on mine, swallowing up my lust filled words, creating a starburst of emotion and feeling that coasted through my nervous system. I pulled my hands up to grip his close-cropped hair, hair that matched the neon colour of his eyes, and tried to pull his face impossibly closer to mine. He groaned and I breathed it in, the rumble in his chest mimicking the earthquake of arousal I was currently feeling.
He pulled away and then his forehead was pressed painfully against mine, I caught my breath and focussed on the cherry red of his lips, wet with my spit. I surged towards him but he moved his head to the side so I instead ended up drowning in his powerful scent of citrusy lemon, so strong I could’ve sworn my nose was tinged yellow, and with a heady, chemical undertone. I nuzzled into him, licking a stripe up his neck, kissing his pulse, and then the light hint of petrichor and water in his scent enveloped me. I kissed up his neck and back down, leaving fresh blooms of red and purple, that hereditary part of me preened at this claim on him. And then his mouth was on my neck and he was whispering in my ear, with a voice as warm and rich as hot chocolate,
“It’s Jack, it’s Jack. It’s Jack to you, Bats.”
Our eyes locked and there was a shine to his eyes, a pink hue to his normally dun-coloured skin...I gripped his cherry-blossom-pink tinted cheeks and brought the tips of our noses together.
“Jack...Oh Jack, I want you.”