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The Cake Games	By : kokoronoitami Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 6411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Gazes flickered from behind desks and various personnel who had been engaged enthusiastically in conversation suddenly fell silent as the tall man made his way to the big office in the back.

Officer Jacobs had been summoned to Gordon’s office on suspicious activities after failing to return to his post that night. He’d been so close to catching up with the bat man that he could taste it. Of course, he knew that Gordon suspected that he was the one who had utilized the bat signal earlier. However, the real fun had begun last night. Just the chance sighting of the particularly strange and wide vehicle that Batman drove turning down a dirt road had immediately grabbed his attention and strung him away from his last assignment. Without a second thought, he’d jumped into his car and attempted to follow his tracks. He’d lost him somewhere when the paths split but somehow ended up at the same destination. An old building with a gated entrance that led to one of the main roads.

He could still remember the flicker of light from the top floor of the building. By the time he’d found a way in around the back, they were already gone.

Damn-it, he’d been so close…

He couldn’t let these people deter him. The key to finding The Joker and making him answer for his crimes was much more important… He held his head up high as he reached for the old glossy door and turned the handle.

Let’s see what old Gordon had to say…

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It had all been rather routine for as far back as he could remember. Every day he arose early in the morning, grasping the silver trey neatly between his aged hands as he entered the young man’s room. He was anxious to deliver his morning drink in the hopes of bringing up his unpleasant findings with The Joker. His face fell as he neared the man’s bed, corners of his mouth creasing downward in annoyed disappointment. For the first time in a long time, he was greeted with an empty bed, the sheets recently tossed in the sign of a restless night.

The man was up early? A miracle….

He glanced around the room once, peeking over at the bathroom door that stood open, realizing that he had not only risen early. From the wrinkled towel draped over the edge of the sink, it was apparent that he’d also showered and left his room.

He frowned. His news would just have to wait. Now, to figure out where he’d gone…

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Bruce’s eyes widened as he stumbled across the names from the class list. He’d been practically digging all morning for more clues into St. Michaels, looking for any little scrap of information leading to the man’s past. He remembered the half-faded number above the door that The Joker had stopped at. Room 113. It had taken all of half an hour to find the name of the woman who once commanded that space, ruling the class with what he could only guess was a strict sense of propriety.

From there he’d gotten a hold of photos of files from the old microfilm copies a former student had posted. He’d worked to enhance the words on the screen, sharpening and tweaking the image until it was just barely legible. After nearly three hours of intense searching and file-enhancing, he’d been able to make out the last few graduating class lists. The school had a celebratory habit of honoring its graduating seniors by publishing their names in the town paper. They’d worked hard to make it through such a demanding school and they made it everyone’s business to know it.

By God, what if he’d found him? What if he was now the only person who truly knew the key to who this man was…The thought was exhilarating but he couldn’t get his hopes up. He knew better. After all, the notorious criminal could have had many an alias. Following his frequent arrests, no record of Jack Napier had ever been found. If that was the case, then the name Jack was simply a fabrication. He sighed. He was on to something…And he would eventually find it in this list…

Perhaps it would be better to take things calmly before drawing any conclusions.

And so he did…

For another hour he sat glued to his screen, searching hard for anymore links to the man. Despite his frustration he was fated to come up with nothing. No record of the man’s parents or what could have possibly driven the man insane in the years post high school. A slight headache thumping at his temples finally convinced him to sit back away from the screen and he closed his eyes, taking a deep, relaxing breath.

What was he even doing? This had nothing to do with his assignment. He had to focus. Just focus and relax. When it really came down to it, The Joker’s past was in no way relevant to getting that last piece. He looked over at the window adjacent, mind on his prisoner. Hell, nothing he’d done in the past few days was relevant to completing his mission. If anything, he’d done quite the opposite by sharing a few intimate moments with him.

He was supposed to be putting up a wall between them, not falling for him…. But this man was different.

His thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the door before him opening carefully, Alfred peering in and smiling upon spotting him.

“Ah, there you are, Master Wayne…” he set his tray beside the laptop. “Up early, are we?” he smiled.

Bruce rubbed the back of his neck, rolling his head once as he yawned. “Ah… yeah. I was looking for some more leads into St. Michaels… See if I can turn up anymore information on The Joker..”

Alfred’s expression fell slightly.

"His past, if he even has one, is not relevant to this case..."

"Yeah... I know that. It's just..." he shrugged his shoulders and thought quickly with a frown.

"It may help..."

“If you want my opinion, Sir, I think you should try to resolve this as quick as possible.”

Bruce’s brows drew down.

“I might actually be able to trace the man’s origins if I have more time…” he explained.

The older man shook his head.

“Hopefully, you don’t need his help to trace his history.”

Bruce laughed softly. “What’s the matter, Al? You've never pried this much before. As usual, you worry too damn much,” he smiled fondly.

“I…” the old man cleared his throat as he stood before him, “Need to speak with you about something, Master Wayne,” he began.

The younger man looked up at his butler. Smile slowly fading as he sensed the seriousness of what he was about to tell him.

“Yeah, Alfred?” he waited anxiously, eyes following his hands as the old man pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket and then thrust it before him. He took it curiously, eyes scanning the analysis. After several seconds he looked back up questioningly.

“What is this?”

“That….is the chemical analysis of a strange powder-like residue I found in the inside jacket pocket of one of The Joker’s suits I was cleaning.”

A crease formed between the younger man’s brows.

“Really…”

“I know it’s sudden, Master Wayne but…” he swallowed, “Have you felt at all out-of-sorts at one point or another when in his presence?”

“You think I’ve been drugged?”

Alfred swallowed.

“It’s possible, but frankly, there’s no evidence, Sir.”

Bruce’s brows drew down further in thought. He couldn’t remember feeling anything out of the ordinary… He’d been himself in The Joker’s presence… He'd been conscious the entire time. He'd made his own decisions.

“Have you felt any sudden…urges… that you wouldn’t normally?” he persisted. Bruce turned away, refusing to consider it.

“No…” he shook his head. "But I will question, him," he grabbed the results. "Tonight. After I meet with Gordon. I'll need a slice of cake..." He then stood and headed for the door, Alfred watching him leave dazedly.

"I'll have it ready.." he spoke softly, phased by the young man's obvious discomfort.

He'd never seen him that evasive before...

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The entire day was wasted waiting anxiously for night. Bruce was tempted not to answer the call so he could simply question The Joker, but the look in Gordon's eyes convinced him that he'd made the right decision by showing up.

There was apparently more news about the device.

Less comforting news.

As Gordon layed out the new information, his expression grew darker.

The rules of the game had been altered and it wasn't in Gotham's favor.

"There's been a change of plans..."

Batman watched him, gaze tense as he waited to see what the man could possibly have to say. Gordon took a deep breath.

"Our neighboring district mistakenly thought that they could convince the foreign government to give us more time to return the device. But...as you can imagine, after so long, it was only a matter of time before they became suspicious. Rumors have been circulating for weeks that Gotham scientists were trying to duplicate the weapon's technology, which of of course isn't true..."

Batman listened carefully as the older man spoke, his fears worsening with every word he said.

"I can get the last piece..." he declared.

Gordon sighed, smoothing a few stray hairs out of his eyes.

"The problem is... You see their government..." he shook his head. "Times like this..." the older man frowned, trying to figure out how best to phrase their newest crisis.

"Tell me," Batman urged him sternly.

Gordon cleared his throat, taking a step to the side.

"You already know that the weapon The Joker stole didn't belong to us. The department of Metropolis loaned it to us because our scientists are the best. But, when the owner (a foreign government) came to reclaim it sooner than expected, they had no choice but to put the pressure on us."

Batman nodded as the older man continued.

"Now this foreign government is threatening to target Gotham if we don't deliver the device to them intact within the next 72 hours...They've actually prepared their military to storm Gotham and destroy everything until they find it."

Bruce felt his heart racing beneath his bat suit, but his face remained stoic, gaze unwavering. His reaction was predictably calm. If Gordon didn't know better, he'd think that the nameless man in the dark suit didn't care in the least.

Bruce licked his lips.

This wasn't just about The Joker anymore... All of Gotham, it's schools, its homes, its people, its past and its future were all now at stake. His gaze averted to the empty night sky for just a moment. Why couldn't he ever have one fucking moment's peace...just one. Was that alright with the world? Why was there always a killer on the loose or a bomb about to explode? Why was he always the ONLY one who could stop it...

"I understand..."

Gordon nodded, looking clearly frazzled. His eyes darted nervously as he tucked and untucked his hand from his pocket in an unconscious nervous habit.

"I don't care what you have to do at this point. The situation is too critical..." he turned away partially. "It's no longer in our control. You have The Joker... Take whatever means necessary to acquire that last piece..."

Batman nodded briskly. If only Gordon knew what means he might have to take...Deep down he knew what The Joker wanted from him but he could no longer afford to waste time debating with himself. He had to make a decision and fast. He could either bite the bullet and find pleasure in The Joker's body or simply stand by and watch Gotham's destruction.

"It's done..." he said, spinning on his heels and walking toward the end of the roof.

"Wait! There's one more thing..." Gordon took a step toward him. The darkly clad figure halted immediately, turning to look at him expectantly.

"I had a talk with Officer Jacobs. He's been giving the department a hard time for the past week."

"What happened?"

"He refused to take orders, abandoned his post and decided to go rogue, so I had no choice but to suspend him, but that's not all."

Batman turned to him fully. Good God, was Gordon having a bad year... Two officers indicted, one killed and now one unstable rogue...

“About three hours ago, a pharmaceutical van carrying supplies went missing. We got a call from a civilian that an overturned vehicle was blocking a private road. When I sent in some of my men to investigate, they determined that one of the boxes had been tampered with and it was apparent that some things were stolen. We'll know the motive after we've tracked down the inventory list.”

Batman nodded.

"The driver was badly injured at the scene but managed to give my men a description."

The dark avenger grunted.

"Let me guess. Jacobs..."

Gordon nodded.

"Keep an eye out..." he warned as the man turned away from him.

Batman acknowledged him with a glance before leaping into the night.

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The Joker smiled. He refused to remember her name although he would always remember that first dance. As he lay back on the couch, reminiscing about years past he sighed. In the beginning, he’d almost led a normal life.

Almost.

Unfortunately he was always the quiet problem-child with the problem that never went away…

He gave being normal a shot. He thought it could work. Damn, he wanted it to work so badly, but fate had other plans.

Coming home to a wife and kids wasn’t the life for him. He was meant for greater things. He was meant to make a greater point, a greater statement about the society that he was a stranger to. He was meant to lead a less conventional life.. One filled with murder and mayhem…with destruction and chaos..

The last thought he drew fondly upon...

Chaos… that’s what made the world go round…

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his cell door sliding open and he looked up anxiously. To his delight, the object of his thoughts entered, carrying a slice of white cake. It was shaped like a mini bunt and drizzled with a vanilla-colored cream.

“Hello, you…”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed.

“I want to know what’s going on here…” his right hand shoved the chemical analysis results in his face, left setting the cake down next to him. The Joker swiped the plate of cake first before calmly looking at the paper curiously for a few minutes. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips before he burst into laughter.

"Nothing’s going on…” he chuckled, taking several moments to regain his composure while simultaneously slipping a slice into his mouth.

"Mmm... white chocolate..." he licked his lips. "God, that makes up for the cheesecake..."

Bruce shook his head in doubt.

“I want answers. How did that substance come to be in your jacket?” he questioned.

“I call it fate.”

“We’re not here for games. If what I suspect might have happened actually did, then I wont waste anymore time dealing with you. Another stunt like that, and you’ll never see the sky again from Arkham's deepest cells..”

“That’s fine. I don’t care to see it…”

Bruce frowned. “Don't you dare play games while you’re still my prisoner," he had to maintain some sort of authority.

The Joker smirked, savoring another moist morsel of cake.

“I’ll do what I please.”

Bruce grabbed the plate from the man and set it on the table, forcing him to look at him.

“If what you please was harmless, I wouldn't give a shit.”

The Joker raised a brow.

“As long as its fun.”

“It wouldn't be an issue if what you considered fun didn’t share a spot next to catastrophic and destructive…”

The Joker chuckled.

“Most of what happens ends up being funny anyway…If you think about it..” he concluded reaching past him and smearing the cream on the plate with his spoon.
White chocolate had been the best so far, he concluded, sinking his spoon into the soft cake. He parted it just to see the warm melted chocolate glaze pool onto the plate's surface...

Bruce shook his head negatively.

“No. It isn’t.”

The Joker’s eyes narrowed.

“Stop being such a stickler… Lighten up…”

"No. Because when you blow up buildings and kill innocent people, I can’t help but be eluded by the humor in it…”

The Joker was busy tipping the spoon slowly, balancing a slice on it. He glanced up for a second just before it plopped back onto the plate. “You’ll see one day…”

“I wont, because in the end it only makes sense to you..” he raised his voice.

“I know… you’ve gotten bored with our dates. Why do you think I’ve been trying to take us to the next level…”

Bruce raised a brow.

Us?

“If you call forcing me to meet you every now and then to stop your destructive ways, dates, then you’re mistaken. This… whatever it is, wouldn't make sense to the public and it certainly doesn’t make sense to me.”

“It makes perfect sense,” The Joker lifted his chin to peer down at the man through narrowed eyes. “You see….we’ve spent forever chasing the other….”

Bruce was about to interject when The Joker raised a hand, calmly to halt him, turning his face away slightly as he continued. “For months we’ve been excited by the thrill of chasing the other. For a year you’ve endured my gun-slinging, cat and mouse foreplay…” he smirked. “Its only natural that we finally seal the deal…”

Bruce turned away a little, feeling his heart begin to thump faster in his chest, the words building a tension in his body.

“Hey,” The Joker cocked his head and leaned forward slowly, gaze tense. “Stop thinking about it and just do it…”

The masked man shook his head. “No… I..." he thought about the people of Gotham, about the importance of their safety as well as the knowledge of the danger that they were oblivious to. He looked him straight in the eyes. "I actually…have an ultimatum for you.”

The Joker nodded slowly.

“And that is?”

“I will….. " he bit his lip, knowing that his proposal could be costly. It was stupid, it was dangerous and there was a chance that he would definitely regret it but, he needed to try. There were only 70 hours left and counting...

"I'll, let you get a glimpse, only a brief glimpse under the mask if you’ll give me the last piece and retract your previous offer.”

The paler man’s eyes widened for all of about five seconds before returning to a calmer gaze. His lips pressed together, corners of his mouth turning downward as a crease formed between his brows. It was a hard decision. Any other day it would be deemed an extremely hard decision had he not already had his answers.

After a grueling silence he shook his head quickly. “I’m not going to change my mind,” He looked down at his mangled dessert, observing it. He couldn't quite describe just what it was about white chocolate that was so appealing. It wasn't quite as bitter as dark, but smoother, sweeter...and so much more creamier...

He dipped his finger into the melted sauce and then stood, reaching forward and bringing it to Bruce's mouth, sliding his index across his lips. He liked how quickly the other man tried to turn away.
In seconds he was upon him, body pressed against his, chest to chest, hips to hips, mouth just centimeters from his own. “C’mon, you don’t want me to change my mind,” before the other man could lick his lips, The Joker had drawn his lower lip between his teeth and was sucking on the sweetened flesh rhythmically. Bruce went rigid from shock at the sensation as The Joker drew back for a few seconds just to close the gap between their mouths once more in a persuasive kiss, “Do you…”

The crime-fighter was at a loss for words as his prisoner repeated the action a second and third time before he drew back, pleased by the other man’s dazed expression. Unwilling to allot him time to regain his composure, he bent his knees just a little, pressing his hips against the other man’s as he rose to rub against him. Bruce cleared his throat, about to speak when the other man’s mouth caught his again. It was so warm, so comfortable. The feel of the man’s body against his was so good. The Joker locked his mouth onto the sensitive skin beneath his jaw and Bruce felt the surge of his blood rushing to his groin, further stiffening the already stiff flesh.

His mind told him to resist, but his body had other plans. In a tentative compromise with himself, he attempted to speak, finding his voice softer than he would have preferred.

“What makes you… so certain that you wouldn’t like a glance?”

The Joker quickly unzipped the other man’s slacks, sliding his hand beneath the fabric to fondle him. Bruce’s hands came up to his shoulders and he applied force, but not nearly enough. It seemed that all of his strength had deserted him.

“C’mon..” The Joker whispered against his neck. “Let go… Just let go….” he repeated the words like a mantra. His tone was so tense yet so soothing… The Joker’s smile widened as Bruce’s hips began to press into his hand, his silent surrender of the body all he needed to continue his pleasurable assault. He wanted to laugh at the look the crime-fighter was giving him. It was half-accusatory and half angry.

It was actually kind of nice...

The pressure began to build, despite the crime-fighter’s efforts. After several breaths, he was fighting to stand, his teeth clenched.

Once he made a grab at the hand pleasuring him, moving to push it aside. The Joker twisted his loose fist around the heated flesh firmly, causing the masked man to gasp, grabbing him for support. The Joker chuckled at his reaction, hand going up and down the swollen erection just to feel him squirm.

Bruce caught his breath. He hated how The Joker made him get like this. He hated how The Joker’s touch reduced him to a weak and gasping shadow of himself. He abhorred how much he wanted to give in, felt ashamed of the thought of the man who he wanted to give in to.

He was not only stronger than this but he was smarter, he was faster, he was better...

He exhaled in unmistakable pleasure.

But he was also human...

“J-Jack…” he made an effort to speak through the soft moans. The Joker’s left hand was around his waist, mouth on his neck while his right was busy between his legs, stroking the resistance out of him.

“What…” The dark-eyed man groaned half-impatiently, working him faster. He couldn’t comprehend why the dark avenger put up so much resistance…

“You’ve threatened harm before… If I didn’t remove my mask…. So why…” he paused to catch his breath, “Whats holding you back now..” he breathed, half relieved.

The Joker increased his rhythm until Bruce was gasping uncontrollably, legs barely supporting him. He worked him within a moment of release, kissing the side of his neck and face several times before his mouth paused at his ear.

“Because I already know…”

Bruce was about to dismiss his claim, brain focused on his pleasure when he felt the Joker’s hot breath in his ear again. A warm tongue flicked out against his lobe and he could hear that the criminal's own breaths had deepened.

“There's no excuse. So stop fucking around and just accept me…….” The Joker pressed against him, whispering in his ear lustfully. “Bruce…………”

The masked man’s eyes widened in shock, pleasure, fear and horror. A wave of fright and lust washed over him all at once. In spite of himself, the pressure released itself in warm ejaculate and he came hard in a sweet, blinding rush, grabbing the man by the shoulders.

“W-what… did you call me…” he turned his face away sharply, pushing him away as he struggled to regain his composure. Was he hearing things? Surely the man hadn't said his name. He'd imagined that in his arousal.

The Joker grabbed his arms, holding them down firmly.

The paler man leaned in again, switching his attention to his own erection as he forced the other man’s hand against him. “C’mon and touch me like you want…. Touch me...Bruce…”

The crime-fighter couldn’t take hearing the man say his name so lustfully and he realized with a wild sort of fascination…that he liked it. After getting the strength back in his legs, he stood straighter and took a few steps forward, forcing The Joker back and down onto the floor.

"W... What?"

He rolled his eyes partly out of lust and partly out of annoyance.

"You're Bruce. Now..." he grabbed his hand, lowering it between his legs, "Return the favor..."

Bruce grasped him carefully, eyes wide as he searched the man's face for some clue. Dazedly, his hand began pumping the erection with amusement. Was this part of a joke? Surely he didn't really know it was him. Perhaps he was guessing. It was a game right? A guessing game...

The dark-eyed man arched against him, eyes rolling back as he groaned.

“Stop thinking and….. Just….”

The masked man found the right rhythm and rubbed him accordingly. In mere moments, The Joker was panting heavily, grabbing at the man’s face, pulling him down to kiss him.

Bruce parted his lips, speaking against the corner of his mouth.

"Where did you get that name..." he whispered.

The Joker shut his eyes tight.

"Ask me again later... Let's finish this..."

“Jack….."

"Damn it, what?"

Bruce swallowed and the look in his eyes became more stern. "Say that name... as you come..” he urged him as his movements quickened.

The criminal tensed, eyes shut tight as the pleasure between his thighs peaked. He grabbed him by the wrist, urging him to move faster. Bruce felt the other man's body tense and he looked up to see his face as he climaxed.

“Bru…ce…” he half-whispered, unable to hide the waver in his voice as his warm seed coated the other man’s hand.

The light-eyed man sighed, unsure of what to think about everything that had happened in the past few minutes.

The way the other man said his name was all he needed to hear...

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The Joker was unlike anyone of the people he’d ever encountered in his day to day business. The Joker was a man who would never back down to him no matter what he represented or who he was. The Joker said what he meant and meant what he said. Part of what drew him to the strange man was the fact that he was nothing like the sycophantic snobs that trailed him, constantly looking for rewards. The Joker didn’t need or want his money…his status… his circle of influential friends.

The Joker needed none of that and rightly so. He’d gone out of his way in the first stint to show Gotham ’s criminals just how useless something as transitory as money really was.

In the end, like those who possessed it, it too could be destroyed and he’d showed them all by reducing the mob’s savings to an expensive pile of ashes.

Not even the mobsters saw that one coming...

But he was dangerous and unpredictable. That night out he'd gotten caught up in the card game with those dealers was proof. That had been a strange night... A strange night indeed... Bruce found himself thinking about how strange the events had been as he lay on his bed, gazing up at the ceiling... How he'd ended up going farther with the man that night when hours earlier he'd taken lives was still beyond him. Of course they were only dealers, but they were humans too.

His brows drew down. Come to think of it, weren't they the ones involved in pleasure-enhancing drugs?

His mouth suddenly went dry...

The odd after taste of the tiramisu that afternoon...

His inexplicably falling for the man that night...

In the blink of an eye, it all made sense.

Bruce stood and headed down to the basement for the second time that day, fury putting a little haste in his step...

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He was so angry that he was tempted to stuff the man into the trunk of his car, drive him up to Arkham, tie him to the gate with a note and simply ring the bell and walk away.

How could he have been so stupid… so naïve….

Bruce grit his teeth as he slammed the cell door open.

“I ought to hand you over to the commissioner right now...” the masked man fumed.

“But you wont…”

“I just might…”

“Oh, quit being the victim,” The Joker waved away his anger.

"You know why I'm here..." he could barely believe it..

“From that point on… I’ve been truthful. How else was I going to make you see?” he smirked.

“You ...forced the reaction you wanted …”

The Joker simply stared at him, slight crease between his brows as he seemed to gaze through him.

“What did you think you were doing...” Batman continued. “I’m not going to force you to tell me it was wrong but we both know you knew what you were doing.”

The dark-eyed man shrugged his shoulders.

“Good. Don’t trouble yourself, Bats…”

Bruce took a breath through his teeth. There was little he could see to do about The Joker's set way of thinking. There was nothing he could say to make the man believe what he knew was right. He wasn’t talking to your average Joe. At least Joe would have blinked by now…

He hated the tense glare the man gave him and it made him realize that at particular moment he didn’t even want to be near him, much less speak with him..

Strange... Hadn't he been doing much more intimate things with him earlier...? Life was funny like that sometimes...

The Joker’s gaze softened.

He knew it was too good to be true… In the end, what difference could he have hoped to make to The Joker's life. He had to somehow end it as Alfred had surreptitiously suggested.

“No more games. Give me the last piece of the device.”

The other man burst into laughter, Bruce’s eyes narrowing. He was disturbed by the convulsions that accompanied his sudden bouts of cachinnation and pondered tying the man up so that they would be more constrained.

“This isn’t a joke.”

After a moment, the laughter died down.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” he smiled, raising his brows for emphasis.

In the past, the negotiators had all but failed with The Joker. Not because the officers weren’t skilled in their field or that they’d done anything wrong. They failed because there was nothing that they could offer that he could possibly want. There was nothing in his world that it would have bothered him to be separated from.

Until now…

“I’ll leave… In one way or another...”

The Joker twitched a little toward the right as if he’d caught himself turning away. A moment passed and the action repeated itself as he stood silent, Bruce’s words reaching him.

“What’s so important about you leaving, hm?” he sucked on his lower lip with a wary look in his eyes.

“The simple fact that you don’t want me to,” the other man looked as though he were about to speak before Bruce added, “And I know it…”

The Joker narrowed his eyes as the masked man continued. “ It means that for the first time in a long time, Jack, you have something… to lose.”

The wavy-haired man slammed his hands on his lap, shaking his head once, quickly.

“No, I do not…” he argued. “Do you hear me, Bats? I have NOTHING to lose…”

Bruce grabbed the criminal by his hands and pinned them back against the wall.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn’t feel something, no matter how small if I suddenly disappeared forever. If I was unattainable...”

The Joker grunted, lifting his gaze from the floor to find his captor’s. He could play this game.

“I want to hear it!” Bruce snapped. “Tell me how much you don’t give a damn!” If The Joker could only say that to him, then he could just walk away from him. If the other man didn’t care then neither should he.

It was easy. He just had to say it and be done with the guy forever.

“I…ugh….”

“No lies,” Bruce’s voice was dangerously low. Unable to process the emotion, The Joker did the only thing he could do.

He laughed.

Wow, Batman was right. He did feel some smidgeon of favor toward him. He did silently acknowledge that he wanted the man’s presence and would have been disappointed if denied it.

“Tell me that this is just a game to you…” Bruce persisted.

The paler man thought about it for a few moments.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Bats…. but I don’t think it is anymore…”

Bruce swallowed.

“How do you expect me to know that…” he growled.

“Kiss me and see for yourself.”

Without warning, Bruce grabbed the other man quickly, pushing his lips against his in a rough but sensual encounter. The more he kissed him, the more he felt the man’s submission. After one long brain-scrambling moment he pulled back and was shocked by what he saw.

It was frightening to think that this is what reduced The Joker to a panting, drowsy-eyed passive and grinning fool.

The Joker shuddered as he spoke the words, overwhelmed with excitement

“Give yourself to me, Bats…”

Bruce took one long last look at the unstable man before turning his back to him.

He was so close... Why not just do it.

"I can't."

"Ah... but you can..." The Joker placed a hand on his shoulder, encouragingly. "You can't bribe me with your identity ya see because... I already know." he held his gaze. "This is my final offer for you to get the last piece...and you know that I don't give a damn about Gotham." his hand left his shoulder. "So what's it gonna be?"

Bruce felt the warning vibration of the device in his pocket and he stood back. It was Alfred. He sighed as he headed for the door, mumbling.

This thing…whatever it was…he had going on with The Joker was all wrong. It was laden with feelings of guilt, anger, blind lust, irrationality and worst of all by his newest buddy, betrayal.

God, why did things have to be so hard. And worse, what was he going to do about the Jacob problem. Sure he was just one man, but a man with a grudge driven by determination. The fact that he was starting to follow him and seemed to think he too was above the law was disturbing enough. He ground his teeth in frustration as he glared at the man.

"Just... shut up.. I'll deal with you later..." with that he turned and exited just as swiftly as he had come.
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