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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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He was still miffed by the time he’d reached the 2nd floor, Alfred waiting patiently beside his open laptop.

“What’s going on?” he asked quickly, eyes darting to the screen. The older man stepped back to give him space to sit.

“I know you were downstairs dealing with The Joker but I felt that this simply couldn’t wait.” He motioned toward the screen. “I was continuing your search for any information into The Joker’s past, running checks on every name from the class list when I saw this one…”

Bruce suppressed his excitement as his eyes glossed over the names. One name in particular stood out among the rest.

Jacobs Warner…

His brows drew down. If he’d belonged to that school as well, then it was highly likely that this man had known Jack before he became The Joker… If that were the case, then it was obvious from Officer Warner’s anxiousness to reprimand the madman that they hadn’t gotten along in the past..

The younger man blinked thrice.

“He may have gone to that school, but there still isn’t anything here to point to him being classmates with Jack. I’ve gone through about half of the names and I still haven’t been able to identify him in the list.”

The older man smiled, reaching over him and dragging the page down just a bit. He lifted his hand, index pointing to a name placed inconspicuously in the middle of the list.

Bruce squinted, leaning forward a little.

“John Guillame?” he looked back up at Alfred questioningly.

…. If his suspicions were correct then it was a name derived from a foreign household and was possibly pronounced something like Zhon.. Giyom It was a slight difference. Not one to be immediately targeted unless one knew what they were looking for in it. Perhaps that was why it was picked.

He shook his head. “What does this student have to do with The Joker or Officer Warner?”

Alfred cleared his throat, eyes kind.

“A smart man would remember that the nickname for John is….”

“Jack…” his brows drew down. “But that’s just grasping at straws if the last name has nothing to do with-”

Alfred moved the page over a little more.

“Don’t look at the last name. Look at the middle name, Sir,” he advised.

Bruce leaned forward once more.

“Napierre….” he whispered as his eyes lit up. He sat back. Had Alfred really helped him to do the impossible? Had they really identified him? “He must have changed his name before he enrolled in this school, but for whatever reasoning kept a reference to his old identity in the process…” he felt a rush of excitement.

“Or, if I may suggest, he was always John but became Jack after leaving that institution….”

Bruce nodded. Alfred’s instincts had always served him right in the past. Why should now be any different. Still, nothing could ever be certain when it came to The Joker. For all they knew, he could have had several aliases that no one had ever thought to connect. Whatever the reason, he chose to be identified as The Joker, who had been known previously as a man named Jack. He’d gone through the process of reinventing himself for reasons that were beyond comprehension and in response to a past that he would presumably never know. The younger man sighed.

“So this must be him… John Napierre Guillame must have been an alias for Jack Napier… Or vice-versa.” he felt at long last a smidgeon of a sense of understanding.

There was one possible piece of a very twisted puzzle… He put his face in his hands…

He could almost bet that Officer Jacobs had the other pieces…

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Time was of the essence. After his informative interlude with Alfred, it was back down to the basement to get what he needed from his prisoner.

The Joker was resistant at first. Bruce had spent the first few moments of their conversation glaring down at the man who leaned comfortably into the couch. He was annoying, nonchalant and every bit the definition of cantankerous.

“Your irrevocable decision to make a game out of disassembling a serious weapon has put all of Gotham in danger…” he spoke through his teeth.

The Joker rolled his head slowly, releasing the tension in his neck before his gaze found the other man’s.

“You know damn well I’m not sorry,” the masked man looked ready to burst before The Joker continued. “But…” he gnawed on his lower lip for a minute, looking up at him with his dark eyes. “What would make you….” the corner of his mouth twitched with an unconscious repulsion at the thought of what he was asking before he added with a low voice, “Happy…..”

Bruce watched him, anxiously for a reaction.

“Giving me that last piece would do the trick…” he declared.

A slight crease formed between the paler man’s brows. He didn’t consider himself the type to go back on his word and he’d be damned to make any exceptions to his agreement, regardless of who it was…

“And you know what you have to do to get it…” he persisted.

Bruce shook his head, grabbing The Joker by the shoulders and pushing him against the wall roughly.

“All of Gotham is in danger. Thousands of defenseless people are about to be attacked on account of your stupidity..” he ground out. “Give me the device, Jack…”

The other man ignored him completely, eyes unfocused.

Bruce’s upper lip formed a sneer. “Or should I be calling you… John…Guillame.”

The Joker’s eyes became impossibly wide and he turned his gaze away, brows drawn down.

Bruce watched his reaction as the paler man took a few quick breaths before returning his gaze.

“Don’t you ever… mention that name again…” he warned.

Bruce smirked.

“Why not?” he felt a rush of excitement. “Don’t you want everyone to know it?”

The Joker’s eyes narrowed.

“Whatever you think you know, keep it to yourself, Bats…” he hissed.

“I will keep that alias a secret for you…. If you’ll cooperate…”

The Joker sighed, feeling conflicted.

“That name has no significance…” he countered.

Bruce cocked his head.

“But you still don’t want anyone to know it.. Do you?” he leaned closer. “So, you give me the device by the end of the night, or I slip that bit of information to Gordon… You dare hold my name against me…. and I’ll give them the rest of the story…”

The Joker made an angry noise of frustration, shaking his head once quickly before regaining his composure.

“Fine…. But there are a few places I’d like to visit before you go and dance with the devil…”

Bruce nodded.

“I will have the last piece at the end of this outing?” he questioned, voice stern.

The Joker nodded, flipping a stubborn lock of hair out of his face.

“Hmph…. Whatever, Bats…”

Bruce smiled, feeling the weight of the world begin to lift from his shoulders and he sighed.

Finally, he had some leverage….

Thank God…

Now to plan their final outing and put an end to this very frustrating game...

“What places would you like to see before we’re done with our time?” he raised a brow.

The Joker cocked his head in thought.

“Hmmm…. I’ve got some places in mind…”

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Gordon was making his rounds about the department, checking for the latest information into the whereabouts of Officer Jacobs. An overturned pharmaceutical van and some stolen supplies.

There was only the description of Jacobs but still no sign of him.

He grit his teeth.

What was he planning to do…

Suddenly the door to his office burst open. A shorter officer with dark hair and even darker eyes rushed in..

“Commissioner Gordon! We’ve finally gotten a hold of the inventory list. According to this, the van was carrying a shipment of fresh syringes, gauzes, anesthetics, BP medicines and various pieces of equipment,” she waved the new list.

Gordon’s eyes lit up and then immediately fell at the site of the 3 digit tally of the items.

Now to the grueling task of ruling out everything on the very detailed list…

“You, get Parker and Ferguson and head over to the van. Start digging immediately. I want to know what’s missing from that list within the next hour.”

The short woman nodded quickly, turning and heading for the exit. She paused outside of his office, voice raising.

“Listen up, guys! I need Parker and Ferguson with me!” She glanced around. Two dark-haired guys lifted their heads immediately from their paperwork in opposite cubicles. They stood quickly. The young officer waved them over. “C’mon guys! We’re headed to the van.” They nodded, scrambling to extricate themselves from their very unorganized work desks. “Let’s move it!” she spoke urgently as she hurried out, Gordon looking after her with renewed hope.

He hoped Batman was making similar progress with The Joker.

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He knew if his mother were alive today, she’d be busy trying to convince him not to do anything stupid, like creeping too close to the edge of the straight thirty story height drop. The thought made him smile. God, he loved the view as well as the extreme sense of peace that washed over him when he sat perched on the edge of the tall building.

The Joker smiled fondly upon the familiar site.

Once, perhaps twice he’d fantasized about tripping over the edge, just to know first-hand how it would feel. He could imagine the pulling feeling in his gut as his body plunged toward the ground. He wanted the excitement of the wind picking up speed as it whooshed through his hair. He wanted to feel the clawing of the poles protruding from various windows, reaching out to scratch him, each one giving his body a high-five along his descent….

His smile widened. He couldn’t imagine himself stumbling over the edge like that. Oh no. Jack had never been so clumsy. He laughed to himself. It was more of a passing fancy rather than a true urge.

Hell, if he was no more, who would Bats have to play with?

Speaking of which… The Joker turned to face the masked man at his side. He dawned the bat suit in its entirety, dark cape billowing in the wind. The paler man smirked, a slight tinge of color creeping into his cheeks that had little to do with the cold. Tonight was particularly frigid, the result of some weather-related anomaly passing through the area. Bruce acknowledged him with a quick glance. He could feel the numb of the cold creeping up his digits and he thrust his hands into his pockets casually, watching The Joker watch the people below as they went about their city lives oblivious.

If only they knew the identity of the man lurking in the shadows above them. Would they have recognized him with that almost pathetic sort of forlorn expression on his face? Would they have noticed him peering casually out at them without the usually dark and dangerous scorn he wore to express his contempt for society?

Bruce took a step beside him, feeling a little less uncomfortable. It was so strange to be sharing a moment like this with him. How many would never know the man beyond the face-paint… Never see him smile a genuine smile or laugh that particularly innocent laugh that was unadulterated by thoughts of destruction. How many would never know that this man was capable of feeling more than a perverse pleasure associated with the chaos he craved… How many would never know that in some unconventional, twisted and unnatural sort of way… he could feel something like attachment…

“We’re still gonna fuck, you know that…” The Joker smirked.

Bruce swallowed, completely caught off guard.

“No. We’re not…” he declared.

The Joker turned to him completely, gaze calm.

“The one and only chance you get to know me… To really know me and…. You don’t want to take it? I don’t believe that…”

“Well, believe it,” Bruce spoke sternly.

The Joker raised a brow.

“What possible reason could you have to throw it away unless….”

“There is no reason…” Bruce turned back to the view above the city.

The Joker walked around to face him.

“Heh…. I see…” he cocked his head. Bruce averted his gaze… “Oh, I get you now, Bats. It’s not that you’re so anxious to fuck me but rather…” he grabbed the man by his shoulders firmly. “You want me to fuck you….”

Bruce’s expression was one of horror and he pushed away from the man violently. Before he knew what had happened, his back was against an air-conditioning unit. The Joker waited for him to calm before smiling a smile that was nothing short of dangerous. He could feel the rise and fall of the man’s chest against him. His left cheek brushed against Bruce’s and he swallowed before he spoke into his ear.

“Well now….. Bruce…..” he lowered his voice. “Just answer me this. How would you like me to fuck you? Fast and hard? Or does Bats want it gentle and slow…”

The light-eyed man heard his breath hitch and he cursed himself for showing that bit of interest in the idea.

“I don’t…” he breathed.

The Joker shook his head, body wracked with small convulsions as he laughed rather loud, Bruce simply staring at him with wide eyes, back pressed firmly against the wall. He wasn’t sure if he should be insulted that his ears were now ringing or relieved that the man was so amused…

“Ohhh…… Oh Bats…” The Joker caught his breath, taking a moment to calm. Bruce heard the wet sound of the other man licking his lips as he leaned in close once again. “Surely you do…”

“No. I really don’t think I…”

“Quiet, you. It’s obvious. You may not know what you want… but I do…”

Bruce grunted.

“And that is?”

The Joker’s hands fell to the other man’s waist.

“You want someone else to take the reigns for a while…” he pressed his lips to his jaw carefully. “I can do that….”

“What do you mean…” Bruce closed his eyes. The thought was enticing.

“You’re tired… I can see it. You’re tired of being the one that everyone else turns to… that everyone else needs….” he grasped at his waist anxiously. “you’re tired of having to take charge… Its obvious that you …”

“Shut up…”

The dark-eyed man paused for a moment with a slight smile.

“You want to know what its like to surrender to yourself, to your desires. I think you’ll like it,” he whispered into his ear. “Just tell me what you need …”

Bruce reached for the strength push the man away.

“No. Not here…” he argued.

“Where then?”

“Do you need to see any other place before you give me the last piece?”

Without missing a step, The Joker added swiftly, “St. Michaels…”

Bruce nodded. Well, it would be the final time….

“Let’s hurry. Time’s running out.”

With a little haste in their steps, they made the long descent down to the street, Bruce tying The Joker’s hands behind his back in habit before shoving him into the vehicle. In several moments, they were at the back entrance of the familiar old school, Batman holding a small brown bag.

The Joker’s smile was incessant as he crept up to the back, pleased that the door hadn’t been tampered with since their last visit. They showed themselves in quickly and quietly, all the while, Bruce entertaining the idea of leaving.

He didn’t particularly like this old building…nor what he was about to do there…

The Joker soon stopped at the familiar room and entered. Nothing had changed from their last visit. Bruce’s gaze darted to the record player in the corner and he suppressed a smile.

“What is it about this place that you need to be here?” he inquired.

The Joker shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he turned to the vigilante quickly, pulling an old chair up to a desk and motioning for him to sit. “Never mind that…. sit here…”

Batman cautiously took a seat at the desk, feeling like a complete idiot and thanking the powers that be that no one else was there to see him. The Joker pushed a chair directly across from him and then sat down to face them, the desk putting little more than foot between them.

There was silence for a moment before he produced the mouth-watering slice of heaven he’d been saving.

At long last, it was time for dessert.

The Joker took a deep breath and then released it slowly, eyes glazing over with satisfaction at the chocolate-raspberry slice, topped with a dollop of cream and sprinkled with chocolate chips.

“Y’know… I don’t like you, Bats. As a matter of fact…” he reached casually for the container. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you so bad before tonight….”

He unwrapped his plastic spoon and pressed it into the cake.

As soon as the cream touched his palette, it was as though a million microscopic bubbles of sugar had burst in his mouth, the whipped cream beginning to melt in only seconds. The foam-like texture became a delectable cream in his mouth and he wasted no time swallowing it. With each and every savory bite, he looked forward to feeling the warmth of the chocolate folding over the cool cream coating his tongue.

He noted the crisp, millimeter thin chocolate shell that snapped with the faintest pressure. The center was softer and more malleable. The slight tart of the raspberry filling teased his taste buds. The slight resistance of the chips that mottled the surface was actually a little exciting. He picked one up between his index and thumb, examining it before slowly unpinching both fingers just to anticipate the soft patter it made as it landed on his tongue.

In mere moments it had become nothing more than a delightful memory.

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He’d waited for nearly half an hour at the base of the building before making his move.

He had to work quick, noting that his department had already linked him to the supply van.

His car was hidden in the foliage at a safe distance from the facility. His explosives were in place and his makeshift plan already in motion. He made sure the safety on the gun was off before quickly and quietly approaching the back entrance.

With a silent prayer, he slipped into the building.

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Just moments after finishing the cake, they’d found themselves engaged rather enthusiastically in conversation about nothing other than The Joker’s previous escapades.

Batman shook his head.

“If you want me to agree with you, you’ll be waiting until hell freezes over. I don’t see the humor in hurting innocent people…”

“Oh, admit it. You like chasing me…”

“I don’t find you attractive when you cause Gotham problems and I don’t find you attractive now.”

The Joker chuckled.

“Of course you do…” he leaned back in the chair comfortably, crossing his arms. “But not as bad as you want to fuck….” he leaned forward a little.

His eyes suddenly widened and his body jolted as he fell curiously limp over the table.

Batman was about to rush forward to examine him when a strangely familiar arm went about the man’s torso, dragging him from the chair and backward. His eyes shot up to the figure illuminated only by the moonlight and he stood, watching as he deposited the unconscious criminal over his shoulder.

Officer Jacobs….

“What do you think you’re doing…” he glared at the large man. “Release him.”

“I’m setting things right…” the light-haired man explained, producing a small pen-shaped controller from his pocket. “Don’t come any closer…” he warned. “If you try to follow me, I’ll blow the place.” The policeman backed out of the room quickly, prisoner in hand as he hurried down the hall.

Batman immediately turned to the window at the back of the class. If he could get down in time, he could surprise him from the side of the building. He quickly pushed the window up and leapt out of it, extending his man made wings to slow his fall. He hurried to the side of the building just in time to see the back door swinging closed, Jacobs already a good distance ahead.

As if sensing his presence, the light-haired man had turned back with a smile, lifting his right hand high above his head and then pressing the button.

Batman’s eyes widened.

The next thing he knew, there was a powerful blast and he was weightless. He hadn’t time to enjoy the sensation before his vision darkened and then all was black…

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Gordon smiled from behind his desk, ear on the phone.

“Thanks for going through the list with them, Gloria.”

“No problem, Commissioner…”

“Now that I know what’s missing, radio to Jeff…”

There was static on the other end of the line for a few seconds before the woman’s voice returned, sounding frantic.

“I’ve just been informed that there was an explosion at an abandoned building down by Gotham's Limits.”

Gordon’s eyes widened and he stood, grabbing his jacket.

“I’m on my way.”

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Despite the fire burning in the distance it was still cold.

The vigilante groaned.

It had taken him several moments to come back to consciousness.

Batman shook his head as the smoke still hung in the air around him. In the distance, the sirens had just stopped and if he listened hard enough, he could hear the loud clap of car doors being closed, the sound echoing faintly in the new clearing where the school building once stood. His entire body ached as he pushed himself to a sitting position. He licked his dry, cracked lips, surprised by the familiar metallic taste of his own blood. He blinked away the dust that had settled on his lashes, coughing a few times.

The events of the night suddenly all came crashing back to him and his gaze darted around frantically.

The bat mobile…. He closed his eyes for a moment with a silent prayer. He’d parked it on the building’s corner before the building had exploded. He began scanning the woods to his right immediately, left hand automatically searching underneath the panel of the armor-like material of his right arm. He found his emergency locater button and tapped it once.

He smirked as the typical beep of a car security alarm confirmation sounded, along with the brief flash of the headlights not too far in the woods ahead. The right wheel was partly supported by a fallen trunk. He sighed with relief. At least his vehicle had landed on its wheels.

He quietly thanked Lucius’s engineering genius in response. He dragged himself to his feet and began a shuffle that turned into a hasty jog as he pressed the button several more times to light his way through the woods. He tried quickly to cover more ground with each flash, memorizing the arrangement of the trees in the dark. After what felt like an eternity, he was finally standing at the right of his vehicle, glancing at the damage.

The sound of another siren approaching convinced him to cease his assessment, jump in and then start the engine. He quickly turned his vehicle toward the hidden path leading to the street from the woods, all the while gritting his teeth.

That stupid policeman….

Whatever Jacobs had sought to accomplish, he had been well on his way to realizing. He’d just needed ten more minutes, just ten more fucking minutes with The Joker and then they could have left and retrieved the last piece…

Bruce gripped the controls harder. He’d had everything under control up until now. Uninterrupted, Gordon could have had the piece by morning with a day to spare. Now, he was going to have to inconveniently concentrate his efforts on finding Jacobs and his new prisoner, The Joker all before the foreign government became fed up with waiting and invaded the city.

He sighed.

Fuck…..
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