@bimobuddy Bestie your fic was amazing and inspired me to make this piece of fanart bruh I haven’t drawn tk art in so long but my gosh did you rip me out of my artist block lolol, it was the cutest thing ever and I love your joker and Batman dynamic so much, please write more I beg /hj
I won’t lie I don’t know how to paint backgrounds or lighting yet so it doesn’t look the best but it is what it is…
This is the painting without the words or lighting or background XD
Pairing: Batman and Joker (batjokes, I'm sorry, I like it)
This is part of my au where the Joker isn't a killer, but a tickler. I take the horror out of it and lean more into the goofiness of his character
CW: Restraints, robot hands, fighting
Ler! Joker, Lee! Batman
Summary: He doesn't care who's under the mask, all he cares about now is getting this moody and broody man to laugh, so when he discovers the Bat is sensitive, he goes all out
It was the usual routine.
Joker set off explosives and waited. They weren't near anyone, no. The intention was just to signal his favorite person.
He didn't have to wait long either, as heavy boots thudded behind him, a dark shadow casting over the clown. The knight narrowed his eyes and studied the situation.
Small explosives that had done minor damage. No one was hurt, nothing had been stolen, and Joker had waited for him. This wasn't an attack, this was a call.
"What do you want, Joker?" He asked, his voice low and gruff. This sort of thing had been happening more recently, and he didn't understand it. The clown used to blow up banks and steal diamonds, but now he seemed to just start fights with the Bat for no apparent reason.
Joker clapped his hands, delighted, and excitedly hopped from one foot to the other. "IIII~ just wanted to let you know that I've planted something somewhere in the city."
Batman studied him, confused. The Joker had never been one to harm people. Not leathally anyway. Even so, why was he telling him? "Smoke bomb? Laughing gas?" he questioned. He knew the clown well enough to know he wouldn't kill anyone.
Joker shrugged. "You'll have to find out I supp- OH-" He ducked as a fist came his way without warning. He giggled and backed away from him, ducking and dodging as more and more attacks were thrown his way.
Another punch was thrown at him, so he ducked under it and lunged forward, trying to land his own. He missed, of course, when the Batman sidestepped him, but his knuckles had grazed over his ribs, causing the vigilante to tense and almost seize a little. He covered it up by pushing the Joker forward so he'd fall, and then took off before it could be addressed or even fully registered.
But Joker noticed. Of course he did. And now he had a new, completely different mission.
And unfortunately the water bomb hadn't been found, resulting in the mayor getting soaked during a meeting.
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It was a new night and a new moon.
The clown stepped back and grinned at his contraption. He had sent Harley home early, wanting this to be perfect.
"Really, go spend your time with Miss Ivy, I have everything taken care of." He had told her.
He looked up at the skylight he had left cracked for his vigilante to enter, and sure enough, there he was, thinking he was being clever by entering through the roof.
He watched as the Bat went to lean on the glass, only for it to tip inward, causing him to fall right down into his trap, where a mass of robotic hands caught him by his arms and legs.
For a dramatic entrance, Joker switched the lights on just then to reveal himself. "Surprise! It's me! I LIED about the hostages! I'm a liar!" he grinned.
Batman groaned in annoyance. "Of course you did. Why?" He demanded, trying to break free of the hands, but they just tightened their grip and held his arms up and his legs out.
The clown just happily circled him. "Well I couldn't help but notice a little quirk the last time we tangoed and danced with each other-"
"Please just say fight."
"- and I've made the most wonderful discovery!"
Before the vigilante could ask what he meant, more hands emerged from the floor, wiggling their fingers. And for the first time ever, the Joker saw Batman actually look nervous.
And of course he was. He didn't fear death, and he didn't fear pain. Those were things he had prepared and trained for a long time ago. But giggling and looking soft or vulnerable in front of an enemy was something he had never even considered.
He didn't beg. He didn't threaten. Instead, he glared down at this goofy little man beaming up at him, as if challenging him to do it. He was bluffing, of course, hoping the Joker would think he wasn't ticklish.
Joker knew better, of course. He acted silly but he was far from dumb. It actually would amaze most people just how smart he was. His mind almost rivaled the Bat's.
So he pressed a button, and two hands came up, swirling a single finger under each arm.
He clenched his jaw and tried his best not to tense up or squirm. He was fairly good at hiding his reactions, and didn't want to give Joker what he wanted.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he suddenly heard the clown's voice right next to his ear. "So serious, Brucie. You and I both know you're tickle tickle ticklish~"
Startled and caught off guard, Bruce jolted and squirmed a little under the robotic fingers poking and swirling under his arms. "H-How did you-"
"Oh I've known who you were for months now. I just wanted to keep our little game going." Joker laughed, pressing another button.
One hand came up, formed a claw shape with its fingers, and vibrated right into Bruce's tummy, causing him to convulse and snort. He mentally cursed himself for having stopped wearing the extra armor around Joker, thinking he didn't need it anymore. He bit his lip to fight off the smile that so badly wanted to come out.
He hadn't experienced 'the claw' since Alfred used to chase him around for bath time when he was seven.
"Is the Bat-Belly a bad spot~?" Joker teased with a giggle. "How about here? Or here~?"
Two hands scribbled up his sides, and two rapidly squeezed just above his knees. Yet somehow he was still resistant enough to not laugh. He was fully grinning through, eyes squeezed shut, unable to fight it off.
It tickled so bad. All thirty five fingers wiggling, poking, and swirling against his skin. Underarms, belly, sides, and knees.
If he were more dramatic, he'd have called it 'Hell', but it really wasn't the worst thing he's dealt with, and if the Joker wanted to tickle instead hurt, he'd put up with this any day.
He very quickly changed his mind though, when the Joker's own hands slipped into place, kneading his fingers into the crease where his thighs met his hips.
Unable to hold back anymore, he burst into laughter. His laugh was loud, melodic, and gorgeous. It was completely unpracticed, and unfiltered. No 'Batman,' no 'Billionaire, Playboy Wayne,' it was just Bruce.
The Joker looked up at him in awe, drawn to both his laugh and his bright smile. He chuckled and rested his chin on his shoulder, continuing his ticklish attack. "That mask doesn't do much to hide those dimples, Mr. Wayne~" he teased.
Bruce felt his face go hot at the teasing, turning his head away and just hoping his cowl hid the blushing. He bucked and squirmed, twisting from side to side as he laughed frantically. It had been a long time since anyone had tickled him, and even then, it had never been this much.
His hands left his hips alone and instead rose up to softly tickle and stroke under his chin, only making the blushing worse. The knight shook his head, his loud frantic laughter shifting to a rapid stream of giggles, mixed with hiccups.
Hiccups.
The Batman.
There was no way.
Joker ducked under his arm and moved to stand in front of him, moving to tickle his ribs now, instead. He wanted a better view at his uncharacteristically bright smile.
Oh how lucky he was to be the person to not only witness it, but cause it.
Though he could tell Bat-boy was getting a bit too red, so he decided to offer him a way out.
"Forfeit, and say that I win." He said, lightly pressing his fingers into the spaces between his ribs like he was playing an instrument.
Bruce arched and twisted, his giggles kicking back up into laughter. "Whahat!?"
"Just say that I-"
"Yohou wihihin!"
The clown gasped and pulled his hands back, the robotic hands following his lead as Bruce sagged, panting and still giggling as he recovered. He raised his head to see Joker doing some kind of victory dance.
"I win~! I win~! The Batman said that I win~!" He sang as he skipped circles around him like a child.
He stopped after a while and tugged Bruce's cowl off, much to the relief of the vigilante, since he had started to get hot. The cool air hit his pink face and he leaned his head forward, trying to catch his breath.
"Is that all you wanted? Was to... tickle me?" he asked.
Gloved hands cupped his cheeks and lifted his head. "I just wanted to hear you laugh for once. Tickling was just the method. And wow.. what a laugh you have." He grinned. If this were a cartoon, he'd probably have had stars in his eyes.
Bruce didn't pull away, actually not really minding the cool fabric of the gloves against his face. He sighed. "Please let me down. And never speak of this to anyone."
"What about Harley?"
"Especially not Harley, you know she can't keep a secret. She's gonna tell Ivy." He said, nearly shuddering at the thought of Ivy using her vines on him. He knew she'd be more ruthless than Joker had been.
The clown pouted before pressing a button and releasing Bruce from the hands, having to step in and steady him before he fell. He grinned up at him. "Same time next week?"
Bruce looked down at him with a raised brow. "Sure. But next time I'm wearing my armor, and you can be the one getting tickled." he said sarcastically.
A/N: I am so terribly sorry about this being late! To whoever requested “This isn’t fair” with Bruce vs the batkids, here you are! I hope it’s to your liking! It’s a bit long but I’m hoping it’s a strong comeback from my unplanned hiatus. Also, the ending kinda sucks. Sorry! 😭 Much love! ❤️
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Bruce was screwed and he knew it. He was tricked. Bamboozled. Taunted into his current situation. Tim, Jason, and Dick challenged him to a group sparring match. Little did he know, it would be the three of them against him alone. So when he found himself pinned on the mat with all three of them holding down one limb or another, he knew for a fact he was in for an unpleasant time.
“This is so not fair.” Bruce grumbled at them.
“Life isn’t fair, highness.” Jason stated as he tightened his grip on Bruce’s wrists. Bruce looked up at him with a flat expression.
“Don’t you pull a Princess Bride on me.”
Jason’s only response was a cheeky grin. Bruce looked up at Cass, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian with pleading eyes as they all watched on with amused smiles.
“A little help here?”
“Nah. You got yourself into this one, fam. Find your way out of it.” Stephanie replied. The others nodded in agreement. Bruce grumbled at them.
Tim, Jason, and Dick all exchanged glances with each other with mischievous grins and nodded, all three coming to a silent agreement.
What Bruce didn’t know is that the three of them had been planning this for a while. The man had been tormenting them for weeks. He would randomly sneak up on them when they weren’t paying attention and tickle them to tears. They got tired of Bruce’s reign of terror and decided to gang up on him as revenge.
Dick, who was perched on Bruce’s ankles, cracked his knuckles, gaining the man’s attention. Bruce looked down at the younger man with a confused expression; until he saw the wiggling fingers. His eyes went wide.
“No. Nonononononono! Don’t even think about it!”
“Oh. We thought about it. And it’s gonna happen.” Tim responded from his place on Bruce’s knees. Damn these kids for outsmarting him! One on one, he would’ve been able to hold his own. But with the three of them together? He was about to be on for a rough ride. And he was.
Dick very gently traced his fingers down Bruce’s feet, causing the man to jump with a startled yelp. The mischievous grins widened. Bruce was getting increasingly more nervous.
Jason struck next, fluttering his fingers into Bruce’s armpits. He somehow managed to choke back a laugh with that one; a strained noise escaping him mouth.
When Tim spidered his fingers over Bruce’s stomach, the man was a goner. Bright giggles flooded out of him with no hopes of stopping.
“Nohohohoho! Hahahave mercy!” Bruce giggled.
“Nice job, Replacement. You found his weak spot.” Jason smirked at Tim. Tim rolled his eyes at the nickname.
“Power of deduction, I guess.” Tim shrugged nonchalantly as he continued. Jason moved down to Bruce’s ribs as Dick remained where he was, fluttering under Bruce’s toes. Bruce jerked as he giggled harder.
“Bohohoys! Plehehehehease! Dohohohon’t tihihihihihickle!” Bruce pleaded, his pleas falling upon deaf ears.
“Uh, esqueeze me, sir? You don’t want us to tickle you?” Dick inquired sassily.
“That’s rich coming from you! You’ve been a menace towards us for weeks!” Tim exclaimed.
“Aw! What? The big bad bat can’t handle what he dishes out?” Jason cooed in a taunting manner. Bruce knew this was only going to get worse as Jason and Dick’s tickling fingers also converged on his stomach. When did Dick get up? He didn’t even notice! Bruce’s giggles turned into full blown laughter by that point.
He attempted to curl into a ball to protect himself against his sons, but that proved unsuccessful. Someone’s hands moved towards his sides and his back arched off the mat with a loud squeal. Jason laughed.
“Oh my god! You sounded like a girl!”
“Shuhuhuhuhuhut uhuhup giggles!” Bruce snarked at him. Jason let out an offended gasp as Dick and Tim tried to restrain their giggle fit.
“How dare you! You take that back!”
“Nehehehehever!” Bruce cried out defiantly. “You sohohohound cuhuhuhuhute whehehen yohou gihihihiggle!” Jason’s face turned bright red as his jaw dropped in shock. Tim and Dick’s laughter started to mix in with Bruce’s by that point.
“The absolute audacity!” He cried as he tickled Bruce’s sides more. “Take it back! Take it back or I won’t stop until you cry!” Jason’s hands came back to his stomach. At that point, all three of them were tickling Bruce’s stomach like there was no tomorrow. Bruce’s laughter turned into wild cackling before falling silent a moment later.
Damian was the one to break the silence of Bruce’s agony.
“I do believe father has withstood enough torture for today.” He motioned towards him.
“Yeah. His face is getting awfully red, guys. I think it’s time to call it quits.”
The boys all looked at Bruce, looked at each other, and nodded as their hands came to a stop. They got off of Bruce to give him some room to breathe. The man sucked in large amounts of air as residual giggles slipped out of him. He looked up at his torturers. Jason squatted down next to his head with a dangerous look in his eyes.
“Next time you decide to come after us, even Superman himself won’t be able to stop us. Got it?” Bruce nodded weakly. “Good. Good talk.” Jason patted his cheek before standing up. All the kids walked out of the cave leaving Bruce to recover in peace.
Next time, he’ll have to remember to never agree to a ‘team sparring match’ again. Those heathens.
