Batman Porn Story: To Fight for a BadGuy Chapter 10

Happy Christmas, Merry
New Year and well yeah! A little present from me to you and to top
it off my next chapter will be and running but tomorrow! A little
gift in the Christmas/New Year spirit, from me to you.

Thanks again for all
the wonderful reviews; I hope this new chapter will be better than
the last.

I Hope you guys got
lots of presents, tons of duck/chicken/lamb and potato salad to eat
and I hope the fireworks was a lot better than ours!

I hope you enjoy!

Promise

Winds fluttered through
the streets of Gotham, they seemed slightly distant upon this night,
their power seeming to falter through the heavy traffic and streets.
Storm winds were being taken second to the soft breeze, and the
bustling humans of the city didnt seem to mind in the least.

They watched as the
breeze filtered through soft fabrics, caressed the milky skin of
children on playgrounds and rustled through the few remaining plants
within this metallic jungle. But though they were grateful for the
soft breeze, the people never showed it, they always took the breezes
and small mercies for granted, going about their busy life in the
endless cycle of the city.

The two figures hid
behind the alley, their bodies hidden by shadows and long black
coats. One with a bowler hat seemed to be smoking a short pipe, the
other, his face hidden by a ragged scarf and an old cowboy hat seemed
to be looking out for something among the bustling citizens.

Does he know? the
pipe smoker asked as he puffed a perfect ring into the night air.

Know what?

Who you are! he
barked angrily, his eyes flashing underneath the bowler hat.

The second man remained
silent for a long moment; his focus still on the people just beyond
the alley, their business seemed to fascinate him beyond desire. He
stared at them almost longingly.

No, he answered
firmly in a rather high pitched voice, finally deciding to look at
the smoker. And so it shall stay,

Why are you doing
this? the smoker suddenly asked, Its not like you owe him or
them, for that matter, anything!

He stayed silent once
more, turning back to the bustling streets, the world was calming now
as the night started to sweep the city into darkness. Few people
remained outside when the lights decided to go out, when the sun goes
to sleep, its not safe.

Because I can, he
stated simply still eyeing the people scurrying into their homes as
the darkness enveloped Gotham City.

The winds carried
softly onward, cooling the people of Gotham almost lovingly, but
never kindly. These winds still had a reputation to uphold after all.
They proceeded past the heavy metal earth, moving onwards reaching
for the green life just beyond the city and entering the brisk
forests. They shot through them a little quicker, picking up the pace
and pushing onwards, rustling the leaves with soft cooling fingers of
winds and air. The winds crashed into another element; water. The
soft breeze battled and broke through the waterfall and just barely
licked into the cave.

They filtered and
dances through the cave, almost carefully and a little grateful it
would seem. Their power almost diminished they came upon the scene,
the two men in heated discussion seemed oblivious to them and
deciding to fly a little further, the winds fluttered in-between them
and disappeared into the shadows.

The Batman glared at
the Joker, his eyes weary, his demeanor ready to murder. The clown
seemed casual as always; he was happily snooping around the batcave,
his forever grin painted and plastered onto his white features.
Batman had half a mind to give the clown a good thump on the head,
but decided against it, Joker was no use to him unconscious.

Lets try this
again; The batman growled more than said. His gaze burned into the
Jokers who was currently standing in the middle of the batcave,
seeming far more interested in his surroundings than in the Batman.

Where were you being
kept? he asked with as much self control as he could spare at the
moment.

Joker gazed at the roof
of the cave, which was blanketed in the many bats which had claimed
it as home. The gadgets and mechanics have never reached the roof and
this gave the bats as much privacy as they could ask for in this
cave. Joker found this intriguing it seemed he was quite fascinated
by the little things.

Joker!
Batman snapped, finally loosing patience.

The clown shrugged, I
dont remember batsy oh! Lookey here! The clown danced,
rather painfully to a white bat suit, the exact one The Dark Knight
had used against Mr. Freeze. The Jokers eyes sparkled with
interest, his grin practically tearing his face in two,

It really doesnt
have the same pizzazz without you in there! He was speaking in
what seemed to be a British accent. I should give it a two out of
ten, the terror seems to have died from what we are use to seeing
Batman. Tut tut tut

Just tell me where
you came from!

The Joker smiled
sweetly at the Batman, grabbing an odd hanging cable he pulled
himself airborne, batted his eyes and said with a smile, Blame my
parents, batsy!

Batman glared at the
clown and Joker quickly got the message;

I already told
you; he stated simply I dont know sweetie!

Then why did you
come to me? the Batman growled, he knew he promised to help the
Joker, but despite his promise he still couldnt help but feel the
nagging little voice in the back of his head which told him to watch
out. Joker was unpredictable, crazy and the best of the best
schemers.

The Joker pulled his
legs over his head and hung them over the cable, now hanging upside
down he grinned happily at the batman, who was fighting to keep his
anger intact. Joker was hurting, badly, but he was still seemed to be
enjoying these antics.

Merely because I
knew you could help me Batman, he stated simply, shrugging his
shoulders, All I remember was jumping into what seemed to be salty
water, with a lot of rocks.

Batman resisted
pinching the bridge of his nose, this was not going to be easy, You
jumped into the sea?

Exactly! Joker
cried excitedly, See I knew you were the right one to come to
Bats-!

Joker squealed as the
cable suddenly gave way, the clown crashed to the ground, head first.
Joker grunted in pain, but it was soon replaced with loud laughter,
it tore from him in what seemed to be spasms, his eyes shut tight he
laughed until tears trickled from his eyes, until he could barely
breath.

Batman stormed
forwards, his patience wearing thin, he was trying to help this him,
but no matter how hard he tried the blasted clown would no cooperate.
He grabbed Joker by the hem of his shirt and pulled him from the
ground, earning him a sudden yelp from the Jester.

He held the Joker at
arms length and then carefully he let go. Joker watched in what
seemed to be held in laughter as Batman pulled his arm away, the
clown swayed dangerously, but he held himself up nonetheless. Bruce
was starting develop a nasty headache, why couldnt this clown just
for once, make things easy?

He sighed inwardly, he
wouldnt give up though, he had promised and no matter what it
takes he would get to the bottom of this.

Joker, Batman
started once more, You told me that the others; Penguin, Mr.
Freeze and Riddler are locked away and are in the same condition as
you, Batman was desperately fighting the primal instinct to just
beat the information out of the clown, but he knew that wouldnt
work and besides he didnt need to further the clowns already
precarious condition.

At least not for now,
that is.

He needed to keep his
head for as long as possible.

Try to remember,
he was not pleading, but he was perhaps a little desperate at
this stage.

Joker stared at him,
surprisingly silent this time, his red eyes burned with something,
something Batman had never seen before in the clown, but for some
reason couldnt place the emotion. The clowns eyes drifted
downwards and then silence.

Joker? Batman
questioned.

No reply.

Joker! This time
he snapped, but still the clown remained silent.

Batman sighed angrily;
this was not going according to plan, not at bloody all. He stood
from his position and turned away from the clown, he had had enough,
and perhaps later the clown would be more cooperative.

He swept away in a
swift motion the soft breeze catching the cape with weakened hands,
their power within these cave walls were dying and fast.

I promised

Batman suddenly
stopped, he was already halfway across the room, but with his sonar
ears he heard every word. Slowly he turned around to look at the
clown, Joker still hadnt lifted his gaze, but there was something
different about the lanky man. He seemed so defeated, completely
and utterly defeated and perhaps a little broken. Bruce took a few
steps closer, to make sure the clown new he had his attention.

Promised? The
batman questioned the sudden silent clown.

Them Joker
answered softly, his gaze finally left the ground and gazed at the
masked marauder. And inside batman froze dead, Jokers gaze tore
through him, stripping him bare, there was far too much emotion in
that single gaze and to his amazement it terrified him. One part
wanted to turn and run, the other wanted to hold the Joker and
promise him it would be alright, but he never had the chance to do
either.

Jokers eyes suddenly
widened, his mouth opened, perhaps to scream, but instead of
screaming or yelling blood poured from his ruby lips, spilling onto
the floor and himself, the clown collapsed onto his knees, his one
arm clutching at his stomach, the other his head. It happened so
suddenly that it took a full moment for Batman to realize that the
Joker was in trouble. He leapt into action and quickly kneeled next
to the Joker who was coughing and wheezing like crazy.

Where does it hurt?
Batman asked.

Everywhere! the
clown choked as more blood squirted from his mouth, his muscles
seeming to go into spasms. For the first time in his life, Batman did
not know what to do, he watched helplessly as Joker silently
screeched inside, his body not allowing a sound apart from a few
whimpers to escape.

Then just as suddenly
it stopped, the clown went limp, his eyes fluttered shut and then all
was quiet. A few bats flapped above, their beating winds creating
soft currents, but the Joker did not move further. Batman felt terror
engulf him, for some unknown reason he couldnt bring himself to
move. The clown was so quiet so dead

Please, dont be…

His fingers trembled
slightly as he pressed them against the pale neck.

A pulse.

Bruce released a breath
he didnt even know he was holding.

Without a word he
lifted the clown and replaced him onto the now bloody mattress. A
sorrowful gaze could be found within the eyes of the Knight, but
something else, a sense of duty shimmered through as well, as if he
was mentally making a promise, inside his heart he knew that this
bond would not be broken.

That was a promise.

*

Riddler!

Eddie felt a lot
stronger than ever, with renewed strength and the sudden fighters
spirit breaking through his soul he felt the need to do something.

Get down, now!

And that something was
escape.

The thin man ran as
fast as his legs would allow him, if Joker had done it then so could
he. He saw his destination; the small window at the end of the
hallway. His head snapped back, the marauders were charging full
speed at him. Blood rushed to his head when he realized they were
catching up, taking a deep breath he ran faster and faster, so close.

He could smell the salt
air, freedom was but a few steps away, he smiled internally, feeling
the sudden joy engulf him, he was free, he only needed to open the-

Strong arms encircled
him, Enigma felt his eyes widened, the sudden dread creeping into his
heart, No! he screeched, the salt air brushing his lips,
freedom was in his grasp. Every muscle in his body fought against
these arms, battling them for all he was worth. He would take his
freedom by force.

Mr. Enigma the
soft voice spoke from the shadows.

The Rilddler turned his
head slightly to the man who spoke; Pen dragon. That bastard! He
fought harder until finally a second orderly came to help, he
was caught between the two now.

A rock and a hard
place, it would seem. He growled internally.

The man smiled
sadistically, his eyes burning with what seemed to be victory, his
face contorted into smugness. This was not happening! The bastard was
moving closer this time, his steps deliberate and a certain
victorious swagger in his movements. Every ounce in his body told him
to kill the idiot there and then, but he could not move.

The black haired weasel
leaned in closer, their lips a hair breath apart, Enigma felt disgust
pour into his stomach, but restrained himself from throwing up
just barely.

Nice try, the man
said with a grin.

Enigma promptly spat in
his eye. He smiled at the surprised expression on Pen Dragons face
and mentally ticked a victory point up for him on the board. Pen
dragon stepped back and wiped the spit from his left eye with a
forced calmness.

I think and early
session is in order, Pen dragon droned and gave Enigma another
smile, this one brought dread and fear, but enigma did not falter,
his glare intensified and just for good measure he spat again, this
time hitting the idiot on his forehead.

Edward knew he was in
trouble, but he couldnt wipe the smile from his face, he couldnt
stop the chuckle slip through his grasp and this only angered Pen
Dragon more, which in turn absolutely made Eddies day.

*

Mr. Freeze looked up
from his brooding as the scream echoed through the building. He knew
them well, but these were not painful they were complete terror.
Inwardly he felt a small prayer come from within, he wasnt soft,
but he wished for Edward to come out there alive.

The screams continued
long into the night and Mr. Freeze felt a sudden fear enter his
heart, but the prayer escaped his lips.

Joker, please
hurry

The screams continued
until the voice broke, until he could scream no more and then the
mechanical machines continued to drone until the sun skimmed across
the horizon, until their food was brought for breakfast and then
finally the machines stopped.

I watched the dark
knight and I seemed to have found a slight fancy towards Gordon
dont ask, the guys just so sweet, honest, loyal, determined,
good natured and so cute!

Ahem.

Anyway I might be
posting another story in due time about our little boy in blue,
/sigh/ hes just to die for! In a fatherly sort of way not
not in a, well you know um. With the candles and the well
um /blushes/

Just review!