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“What are you going to do to me, Bats?” Scarecrow tugs at the restraints Batman has him in, already having an idea of where this was going to go. It was risky between them, especially with everything they knew about each other… But that only fuelled the fire that was brewing between them. “Going to leave me here all tied up to fend for myself..?”
“You know I’m not going to do that to you, Crane.” This dangerous game between them had often toed the lines of what Bruce thought was appropriate, but… Knowing the man behind the mask, the brilliant man that he was, helped drive the impure thoughts in his mind. “I was thinking something a little more entertaining for both of us.”
“That’s more like what I want to hear.” Scarecrow grins, happily letting Batman haul him up to his feet. He can’t escape with his hands tied as they were, and all of his fear toxins and gases had already been disarmed. “A little birdie isn’t going to accidentally catch the action, is he?”
“I’ve sent Robin to do some other bidding of mine. I estimate that it will take him an hour, at the earliest. That gives me plenty of time to do what I want to with you.” Batman presses a thigh between Scarecrow’s as he pins him to the wall, his dark cape billowing out behind him. Scarecrow doesn’t fight it one bit. Most other villains would be terrified to be against the wall by a man like Batman, but he found it thrilling. “I’m going to lift your mask.”
“Sure.” He was familiar with all this talk. Batman would walk him through it, even though he knew he’d never just unmask him out in the open like this, especially not when there was still fun to be had. He lifts the mask enough to reveal the bottom half of his face, and Batman doesn’t hesitate to press in and steal a kiss. Scarecrow groans against his lips as he grinds his hips forward against the man’s thigh, head already spinning from the contact. Between the moments where they saw each other, Jonathan wasn’t much for touching himself. He saved it for the times where Batman was worked up, wanting to take what he needed from him. “Mm, you’re always such a good kisser, Bats… You get plenty of practice, don’t you?”
“Be quiet. That mouth of yours is always running.” Batman adjusts how they are, lifting Scarecrow’s legs around his waist instead. He keeps him held up like that, Jonathan’s arms pinned beneath him, grinding his own hips against Scarecrow’s. Jonathan can feel the cup between his own cock and Batman’s, preventing him from really getting a good feel. Batman seems to realize this at the same moment that he does, pausing in his kisses for a moment to reach down. He undoes his belt just enough to get the bottom half of the suit undone, pulling out the cup and tossing it aside. Like this, Jonathan can feel it now- hard and heavy against his own smaller bulge. While they hadn’t ever gone all the way… Jonathan had gotten to put his mouth on it more times than he could count. It watered now, wondering if he might get a taste, but it seemed Batman was determined on something else for the night. “Keep those legs spread. I want you to get off just like this.”
“Yes, sir.” Scarecrow laughs, keeping his legs apart like asked. Batman shuts him up again with another kiss and the grinding and frotting continues, pulling out soft groans and grunts from both men as they use each other to get their fill. Without his hands, Jonathan couldn’t do much, but he was still doing his best. He arched his back off the wall to give a little more pressure for himself and Batman, already feeling like they were both getting close. The more they moved against each other, the closer they got, and the more desperately they tried. Jonathan could tell Batman was getting close with how his grip tightened where it held him, and how his cock throbbed through the fabric. “Come on, then, Bats… Make a mess.”
“Hng.” It’s all Scarecrow gets as confirmation that he was right, and Batman was about to cum. It only takes a few more frantic grinds forward and he can feel the other man spilling into his pants, making a complete mess of the inside of the fabric. He’s kind enough to keep moving, to keep the pleasure ebbing for Jonathan, before swapping him back to his thigh. He rides it like a man who might die if he didn’t get to cum- and soon, gasping against Batman’s lips, he finds his own release. It creates an uncomfortable mess in his own suit, but he doesn’t quite mind- not when he has Batman against him like this. “... there. Are you satisfied? Stop terrorizing the city for a while.”
“O-kay.” Jonathan catches his breath as Batman takes a batarang from his utility belt, cutting the line that held his hands together. He clips his belt back on and tucks everything back in as it needed to be, watching Scarecrow rub his wrists before getting his feet underneath him properly. “I promise. Best behavior only, until I need you to come get me again. Heh. I’ll see you soon, Bats!”
With one last quick press of his lips to Batman’s, Scarecrow scurries off, leaving Bruce to deal with the aftermath.