#batjokes fic

[frijolebean]

When your nemesis doesn't want your undivided attention anymore :(

This a scene in a fic on ao3 by @distort-opia called "falls the shadow"

it's a very serious scene full of confusion and sadness and angst but I kept laughing thinking about this man not handling rejection well

[battybrownboo]

Thank you @frijolebean for this commission!

This art is featured in one of my fics. Cw: it's very nsfw.

Title: Behind You

Summary: After all these years, Batman and Joker can still manage to sneak up on each other.

[battybrownboodeactivated]

Thank you @andiwatt for this stunning piece of fan art. I am blown away by the attention to detail! You captured the angst of this scene perfectly.

Here we have Joker completely lost to a special formula of fear toxin in my fic As We Go Along

[jonkleringjerster]

finally got around to publishing a batjokes fic.

heres chapter 1!!! campy angsty batjokes fic just trust the process

[terrible-eel]

I finally posted the fic that inspired me to make these!

Here's the link!

Summary: The Joker has only just arrived in Gotham, but he hasn't really become the Joker yet. For now he's just a drifter that goes by Jack who's become close to Harley Quinn, the leader of a bike gang and medical student. But Jack has also attracted the attention of the infamous billionaire Bruce Wayne and mysterious man on the phone that calls himself the Riddler. Relationships and tensions begin to build rapidly and it seems like only Batman will be the solutions to all of Gotham's problems, but is Batman really the answer Jack needs? Or does he need Bruce Wayne instead?

[clownfishbites]

I actually wrote the first chapter of my first batjokes fic woo

I really decided 2024 was the year I was gonna actually contribute instead of lurking, so I hope at least one person enjoys! It’s gonna be a long ride (hopefully)

[psalmsofpsychosis]

[trigger warning for gore.]

so yeah i've been working on a dog-symbolism-infested batjokes fic.

He's dreaming. Silence fills his veins, sears through him sour like blood; silence is the gift his mother gave him, it is the way he kills. Veins he cuts so the blood doesn't find its way to his heart, they leave trails behind him, the scent of his loneliness draws closer the dog; the rabid dog of the Gotham slum high streets always finds his way back to Bruce's slaughterhouse, to Bruce's slaughter. He eats well of him, and when he turns tail he takes Bruce's hunger with him. There remains his teeth in the dog's meat, what the dog leaves of him is the wanton bite of an animal gone too long without wanting, bitemark burns on the dog's skin searing long after the animal's jaw slackens. Bruce prays his dog doesn't dream of pulling his teeth; he's lived long enough to know that he grows 10 more each time.

[batsyx]

I wrote something. 🙂🙃🙂🙃 Remember how Batman 141 ended? Wellllll what happened if they stayed in that cell just a little bit longer and did naughty things?

Title: This Place is Death

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Batman/Joker

Summary: Trapped in a cell, Bruce tries to figure out Zur-En-Arrh’s grand plan. Joker is just along for the ride.

[darkpurpledawn]

for the writing prompt thing if you’re still doing that maybe something where the joker kidnaps a marriage counselor or something and forces Batman to go with him (by probably threatening to kill a bunch of people or something)

“He’s insane!” the terrified woman tied to the chair whispers to Batman, who’s sawing through her restraints with a bat-shaped file.

“I know, ma’m,” Batman sighs. “It’s the Joker.”

“No, you don’t understand,” she hisses. “I’m a marriage counselor.”

“An admirable vocation. Can you move your elbow a little to the left?”

“See he thinks you’re–”

She’s cut off by the bang of a door and a burst of confetti.

“Bats! You’re unfashionably early.” Joker, as usual, greets Batman with the cheerful nonchalance of someone who has asked his companion to pass the strawberry jam at a picnic. “I see you’ve met Carolyn.”

“Put the gun down, Joker,” Batman snarls. “You won’t be hurting her anymore.”

“What? No, no, of course I’m not hurting her, I kidnapped her and let her sit in this basement full of rats so that we can have a little chat about where our relationship’s going.”

“You’re not usually this delusional before lunch,” Batman says flatly, and hoists the newly-freed Carolyn from her chair.

“Ah ah ah, I don’t think you want to be doing that,” Joker says. He prances over to a pile of garbage propping up an old cathode-ray television and turns it on with one gloved finger. “See, I’m not hurting her, but if you make another move I will tell my associates you see on the screen there to throw everyone who was unlucky enough to be waiting at the intersection of 3rd and Daggett Memorial into the knife hole.”

There are a dozen people on the screen, eight of whom are not clad in clown masks or oversized shoes. And there’s an aperture on the floor, presumably–

“The knife hole?” Batman says doubtfully.

Joker sighs. “I started letting my henchmen name the death traps. Does a lot for morale, you know, but they haven’t exactly got the souls of poets.”

“At least let the counselor go,” Batman says, looking at the unguarded exit as if calculating how long it would take to sprint there.

“No you don’t, I need her! Well, maybe not her exactly, I just picked her out because we have the same nail color”--he draws off a glove and shows Batman a bright yellow lacquer–”but you get the point.”

Carolyn inhales sharply with the air of someone for whom no amount of acetone could be enough.

“Anyway, bats, I assure you the knife hole is fatal indeed. Threw an underperforming goon in it the other day and he’s quite dead.”

“Can’t imagine why you’re having morale problems,” Batman deadpans. “Let’s talk about this, OK? Nobody needs to get hurt.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, bats,” Joker says, exasperated. “We need to talk. Are you getting enough oxygen in your little cave? Why do you think I kidnapped a marriage counselor?” 

“Because you’re insane?”

Joker rounds on Carolyn. “You see what I put up with!

Carolyn stutters. “It, um, it seems like there’s a fundamental disagreement about the presence or absence of a partnership here, which is really, uh, out of the scope of what marriage counseling can help with–”

“Oswald told me you let him sit in the front of the Batmobile,” Joker interrupts, pointing the gun at Batman accusingly. “Last time you took me to Arkham you made me sit in the back.”

“Does that m-match your recollection of events, Batman?” Carolyn asks in a near-whisper. “Also, um, Joker, your body language is fairly threatening right now, this doesn’t feel like a very voluntary discussion.”

“The Penguin does not push buttons on the dashboard trying to find the eject button or the most annoying radio station,” Batman says. 

“But I called shotgun!” Joker protests.

“You shot me in the leg with an actual shotgun,” Batman yells.

“See, it’s communication issues like these that are holding us back, Batsy. Not to mention our intimacy problems.”

“Wait, are you really–?” Carolyn asks.

“No,” Batman growls and Joker moans at the same moment. “Not even once,” they say in tandem, Batman with a shudder and Joker with a rhapsodic sigh.

“Oooookay,” Carolyn says, backing away from both of them.

Batman clears his throat awkwardly and activates the com link on his gauntlet. “Robin, begin rescue procedure. Careful of the knife hole.”

“No, no, not again!” Joker yelps as the television shows one of the captured civilians pull out an extendable stick and start doing backflips. “Really have to work on a screening process for kidnapping victims.”

“C’mon Joker, the back seat of the Batmobile is waiting.”

[the-hopeless-fanboy]

And I can’t let you go~ Batjokes drabble

Joker's nails press into the hard leather of Batman's boot, tightly gripping his feet and cape. He was breathing heavily. He was hurt and bloody, they both were. Joker couldn’t even lift his head up to look at anything but the bat's boots and his own blood mixing with the rainwater and seeping into the concrete.

Batman stared down at the clown clinging to him.

His fingers continued to dig into Batman's boots as if holding on for dear life. It was as if Joker's very existence depended on clinging to Batman. Like the Dark Knight was his lifeline. The blood on him and the ragged breaths escaping his lips revealed the physical toll their intense battle had taken on him. Every labored breath was a reminder of the pain, yet he found solace in the proximity of his bat.

The sight was both unsettling and poignant. Going on far too long. Everything they had done brought them to this moment, where Joker, in his weakened state, found solace in clinging to the very person he had just been trying to kill. It was a paradoxical display of dependence and defiance as if Joker's survival hinged on his ability to hold on to Batman.

His grip was leaving imprints on the Bat’s boots. The weight of their history seemed to bear down on them, the culmination of countless battles and encounters. Usually, when the fight was over, that was the end of it. The Bat would cart him off to Arkham or hand him off to the police.

This may have been the first quiet moment they had together like this. The only sound was Joker’s ragged breathing and the rain.

The air was heavy with the tension between them. There was this unspoken understanding, the only reason Batman hesitated to kick the clown off. Joker's grip on Batman was not just physical, but emotional. It was as if he clung to the Dark Knight to anchor him here with him. It was a desperate grasp at stability, a fragile thread that kept them both from spiraling.

And so there they were, locked in this macabre embrace, the hero and the villain bound together by the fragile threads of their damaged minds and damaged bodies. Joker's grip was unyielding as if he couldn't bear to let go.

And the bat let him.

[frijolebean]

I would kill for a fic that included them forced to work together or something in Wayne enterprises. I think it would be so fun the shenanigans that would come from this.

Maybe if I can think up of a plot myself I might give it go. Though its unlikely I'm already trying to write another fic and it's taking 100% of my brain power😭

Feel free take this idea from me please I would love to read anyone's or everyone's version

[battybrownboo]

We’ve reached the finale. There will be an epilogue update after this, but this chapter is, for all intents and purposes, the ending. I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for going on this ride with me.

[battybrownboodeactivated]

This is a batjokes secret santa gift for superherogrl!

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: M/M Fandom:  Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types Relationship: Joker (DCU)/Bruce Wayne Characters: Joker (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Justice League (DCU) Additional Tags: Humor, Canon-Typical Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Soulmates, Soul Bond, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Multiverse, Multiverse Travel, Aliens, Alien Culture, justice league - Freeform, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Outer Space, Angst

Chapters: 1/?

Summary: Batman and the Justice League are forced to harbor Joker when he accidentally gets beamed up to the Watchtower. But a clown in space will be the least of their problems. What is originally supposed to be a simple mission to facilitate diplomacy between a warring planet turns into the uncovering of deeply rooted corruption, and the leaders of this world are willing to sacrifice anything to maintain the status quo. Even if that means harming its own people. As the Justice League struggles to create order and save lives, Batman and Joker’s inextricable bond might just be exactly what they need to save them all.

[vampirepirates]

i have no idea if this'll reach it's target audience but .. in theory if i made a batjokes saltburn au fic (and preferably a long one) what would the reaction be ..

[f0gman]

I'm slowly writing an Infinity Train fic for batjokes because I realized how fucking much potential there is with that AU. The Infinity Train is designed to help you resolve your psychological trauma and emotional issues (sometimes creating more trauma in the process). Most importantly, every car is different, meaning you can fit hundreds of tropes and environments into one plot

What better device for comedy and angst than ✨forced therapy✨

[bougiebutchbitch]

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Chapter 8: as we dance to the masochism tango

Dick arrives the day before Christmas, and the first thing he does is barge down into the cave and inform Bruce, cheerfully, that he’s a massive idiot. Bruce can’t say he disagrees.

Rating: Explicit Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Joker Relationships: Batjokes, Bruce & Dick Warnings: violence, sex that is consensual but is certainly not safe or sane

Finally! The fic is finished! Thank you so much to everyone who has commented or left me lovely messages on Tumblr - as always, you guys are the light of my life. x