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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.

Chapter List
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Warning: Violence, language
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The sun was rising. That much he could tell from the light that glossed over the darkly clad figure in the far right corner. His head was still spinning from the effects of whatever that man had tranquilized him with. His neck was a little stiff as he lifted it from his chest and he could feel the welcome soreness of arms that had been drawn back and cuffed behind the thick wooden chair. He looked down at the wide rope that was strapping him down, a gigantic knot made behind the chair. It wrapped around his legs several times, preventing much movement. He frowned.

There was something so unbelievably annoying about being restrained. He twitched. He loved untying himself… He gazed about the room from his chair, noting the crumpled and dusty old canvas-like material piled into the dark corner on his right, a rusty metal pipe about a yard long peeking out from under it. The rest of the room was bare save for the dirty beige colored rolls of cloth littered littered here and there. There was one door in the back and one window to his left.

He looked back over by the window. Now to the issue of who had brought him here. From what he could make out there was the figure of a man standing adjacent from him a few yards away. It was a fairly tall man with broad shoulders and a large chest. He was peeking cautiously through dusty drawn curtains. He was keeping watch, no doubt. Probably trying to make sure that his position was unknown to the vigilante that was likely hot on his trail.

The Joker recalled fondly that he didn’t enjoy being restrained, especially by people he didn’t know. His head was still spinning from the effects of that nasty tranquilizer. He found himself waiting patiently for nearly half an hour for the dark figure by the window to address him. Convinced the larger man was just too absorbed in scanning the perimeter through the shades, he cleared his throat with added volume. The figure at the window turned slowly, pausing a minute.

After a few silent moments, he looked up to his new company with a smile.

“It’s been a long time, Joker…” the tall man walked up to him before circling him slowly. “Or should I call you… John…” He shook his head as he came closer. “You always were a pain in the ass…. You haven’t changed…” He finally came back around to face him with a smug expression. “Just like they said. You never would amount to anything….”

The dark-haired man looked up at him curiously for a moment, squinting to see his features better in the poor lighting.

“You look familiar….” he sneered.

The light-haired man’s smile widened.

“I damned well better,” he lifted his chin, crossing his arms over his uniform. The Joker’s eyes widened, a half-smile creeping into his calm expression. After several moments, he chuckled.

“Ah… I’ve got it.”

The larger man raised a brow as The Joker continued.

“Do you, John…”

“You’re the guy whose body the cops are about to find in a few hours…. And for the next several, they’ll be wondering how I escaped..”

The taller man laughed, grabbing The Joker by the lapels of his suit-jacket.

“Don’t make me laugh. You’re about to finally get what’s coming.”

The outlaw smirked.

“Really? What makes you so sure?” his eyes lit up in mock amusement. Officer Jacobs chuckled, catching his right knuckle in his left palm repeatedly. The Joker frowned at his silence, amused by his gestures. He could almost imagine a catcher’s mitt on the man’s left hand. He wanted to laugh at the show of violent anticipation but refrained.

“Well c’mon….” he cocked his head, looking up at the man through narrowed eyes. “I’d really like to know what your plan is…” he paused. “Just tell me you’re not going to do something…. stupid and ugh…unoriginal…. like-”

In a split second all of the air in his lungs had escaped him and he found himself sucking feverishly for the air needed to make the laugh he’d suddenly found himself caught in the middle of. It took all of several seconds to realize that the fist that had been slammed into his stomach was slowly being withdrawn and he heaved, partially doubled over in the chair.

Officer Jacobs smirked.

“Who would have thought that the kid with the bad temper and awful jokes would turn out to be the biggest criminal Gotham had seen in years…”

The Joker laughed weakly as the larger man pushed him back to sit up in the chair.

His limbs were still heavy and he simply allowed the man to push him upright once more.

Officer Jacobs swallowed.

The way the other man’s eyes fluttered as he leaned into the chair’s back combined with the tired moan gave him the smug confidence of his control over the man that he needed to proceed.

His first mistake.

Jacobs swallowed. He'd made sure that the cuffs that had been holding the Joker’s hands in place behind his back were locked, yet the man simply sat there for the next few moments, gaze unfocused in the darkness as though he wasn’t worried in the least.

"What's the matter, John? Does this bring back some… bad memories?"

The Joker's gaze averted to him as he listened. "Remember that time Dave and the guys tied you to the sink in the boy’s room and Ms. Norman didn’t even notice you were gone for the entire first period?"

The dark-haired man shook his head.

"Its really funny that you took such offense to me…” The Joker whispered, eyes darkening as he began a slow and methodical process of working his right hand out of one of the cuffs. He’d gotten thicker from his school-boy days, but he’d always had the advantage of supreme flexibility and had wiggled himself out of many traps laid by none other than his caped nemesis in the past.

The taller man raised a brow.

“Offense?” he questioned.

The Joker shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah. What’s the matter, Jacobs? Do I need to use smaller words? Come to think of it," he frowned, looking up to the ceiling in thought, "that's also why you were always so jealous…. Heh…” he grunted. “Not only did I always make the big jock look stupid in class, but ever since I got the attention of what’s-her-name, you’ve hated me…” he licked his lips. “And I know why….”

The larger man scoffed. “Enlighten me…”

“Mr. football jock lost the love of his life to the skinny quiet guy….” he laughed. “You remember that girl,” he swallowed. “But not like I do…. And not like you ever will…”

“What’s that supposed to mean…” the taller man raised a brow.

The Joker laughed softly.

“I bet you almost just died when you found out we got married….”

Officer Jacob’s smile faded as The Joker continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, Jacobs. I’m not so far gone... that I could forget someone as ridiculous as you,” he leaned forward, eyes narrowed and voice dangerously even. “So, don’t you threaten me with that bad-boy attitude ….. Don’t you pretend like what you’re doing is a public service because I know the truth…” he cocked his head. “I know why you really hate me…. and it’s not because I’ve blown up a few crowded buildings in the past…”

The taller man shook his head as he listened.

“You never did get over it, did you….Seeing her live her life so insanely happy with me and forgetting ALL about you…Awww….” he pouted playfully, slipping his right hand from the cuff slowly but keeping it behind his back.

“Not only that but…” he chuckled, “when I was done with her... she admit that she regret the day she ever met you….”

The taller man sneered, nostrils flaring with obvious anger.

“She hated you, John. Deep down... She let you believe that she was happy…”

“I know, Jacobs. Whatever helps you sleep at night… But don’t worry,” he looked around, eyes wide in an exaggerated manner. “Look… look! What’s this? Ohhh….” his face fell playfully. “The Bat’s not here?" he whispered. "So… C’mon, Jacobs…” he began to work the knot quickly and quietly, slipping his nimble fingers beneath the folds and loosening the rope, eyes quickly glancing over at the pipe . “Since you’re so anxious to show me what you’ve got. How about this. I’ll let you take a hit. The first one’s free….” his voice trailed off eerily.

The larger man rolled his neck and stretched once, reaching forward to grab the smiling man by his pale throat.

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He had been sitting with his head in his hands for about ten minutes now, wrecking his brain trying to figure out what his next move should be.

They couldn’t have gotten far. There had been no reports of suspicious activities for the last two hours and in two more, the sun would be rising. He needed to act quickly. Everything had been going so well up until Jacobs had appeared on the scene.

Bruce took a deep breath as he glanced up at the clock. He had little more than 42 hours to go before the attack on Gotham was put into action and he still had no clue where The Joker was.

It was obvious what Jacob’s goal would be, but it was anyone’s guess where he would be executing it. He’d gotten the message of his current dilemma out to Gordon’s personal phone, but hadn’t received any new information on the hunt for his rogue officer. Gordon had forwarded any and all information from the man’s file to his anonymous computer. Overwhelmed by stress and exhaustion it was no wonder Alfred had taken the liberty of continuing to conduct the search for him while he rested. After all, he noted as his right hand glossed over the nasty scratch on the lower right side of his jaw, he had just narrowly escaped an explosion only hours ago.

He sighed as he looked up over his laptop and out at the lightening sky. He couldn’t just sit here and let Alfred handle everything. He wondered why that man had stuck with him for so long after all he’d put him through. He knew that Alfred hated The Joker with a passion and wanted nothing more than for him to be rid of the criminal.

But this risk involving Jacobs could cost him more than the whereabouts of the last piece of the device. Jacobs’s not-so-timely handling of The Joker could cost him more than the unstable man’s mental progress. It could cost them all the future of Gotham City. In the end, Jacobs’s stunt could only do more harm than good. Bruce bit his bottom lip nervously as he uploaded the surveillance records from several key exits of the city. Gordon had seen fit to give him every scrap of information he could possibly need, including the license plate and model of the vehicle the officer had driven. Even after the last hour of searching tensely through the surveillance records, leaving one of Lucius’s programs to sift through the rest, there was no evidence that the man had left Gotham with The Joker in his vehicle. There had been no unauthorized air travel either.

He grit his teeth.

"Damn it… Where are you, Jack…"

Oddly enough. It wasn’t The Joker that Bruce found himself worried about. It was Jacobs. The Joker had a deceptively casual quality about him. At times he could be as harmless as a mouse, while others he could become a force so aggressive and destructive that not even a man like Jacobs would stand a chance. Worse, knowing that Jacobs wasn’t used to dealing with the man in his current state it was likely at some point or another that he would make a critical mistake and inadvertently set him off. He lifted his gaze back to the computer screen. He had to find The Joker before the temptation to cause some serious irreparable damage was taken. His thoughts averted to the old man, wondering if Alfred was having any luck on his own in the computer room. He got up to investigate.

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Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. Before he realized it, the entire day had gone by with every lead turning up to be a dead end. Gordon found himself frustrated. Batman had been making considerable progress with the device but then Jacobs had acted on his own impatience and may very well have cost them the city. He shook his head as he looked down at the phone in his hands.

No new messages.

For God's sake where did the man go? They'd checked every place he'd ever mentioned. The entire day had been spent following leads involving places he'd been in the last week. They'd questioned his family, friends, former friends and even acquaintances and no one could give them a clean lead. He was just about to put the phone away when it buzzed, the small screen lighting up. He opened it quickly, accessing the message. It was from one of his officers.

"Do you know he used to work at that textile factory? The one that's closed down in the old city."

The commissioner's eyes lit up, finger's glossing quickly over the buttons as he forwarded the message. An empty and abandoned factory could provide a good place to surreptitiously hold someone as cantankerous as The Joker...

That was it....

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Bruce had gone out twice on his motorcycle, helmet in place under the guise of an average citizen in order to surreptitiously scout the city only to come up with nothing.

Alfred had managed to prepare him a sandwich that he was all-too-anxious to consume with a glass of his favorite organic juice. He’d only allowed himself an hour’s rest before he’d dawned his helmet again. He was just on his way down the road to investigate a new lead when he felt the vibration of the small device on his hip. He grabbed his phone quickly, retrieving the message. Upon reading the text, he felt his heart jump and he raced back to the manor. The sky would be dimming in less than half an hour. He only had seconds to prepare the bat suit. Gordon was giving him just under an hour to make it to the old city and attempt to assess the possible situation at the factory before he would automatically send in a unit.

He raced back to the cave.

He was going to get The Joker back and save Gotham if it was the last thing he did...

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There was little beyond the first door other than what looked like an old office. It seemed that Jacobs had been using it for a little while. There was a thermos sitting on the right corner of the old wood desk in the center of the room with a small pack that shone beside it. A small pile of medical supplies sat in a pile in the far right. He reached for the small pack on the desk, liking the snap and crackle of the thin packaging as he turned it this way and that. In the dim light he could make out the supermarket logo. Finally, something to eat. Pinching two ends with this thumb and index finger he lifted it and ripped it open. He grabbed the small dessert preserved inside and shoved it in his mouth with a smile.

Just as he suspected. It was coffee cake, nothing spectacular. Of course Little Debbie’s factory-brand sweets had nothing on Bruce Wayne’s delectable selections, but it did its job of staving off the hunger he’d experienced since subduing his childhood rival. He’d spent most of the day exploring the old building, not too surprised to find himself on the third floor of a factory. It was fun for a while, but he soon realized as he swallowed the last morsel of the spongy store-brand coffee cake, that all good things must eventually come to an end.

He cast the empty pack onto the desk and picked up the pipe he’d left propped against the wall on his way back to the main room.

The Joker laughed his maniacal laughter once, hearing it echo in his own mind as he looked at the scene before him.

There was an excitement in his eyes that couldn’t be explained. This was just too much fun. He breathed a sigh of pleasure as he circled the man slumped in the chair. It suddenly occurred to him for the first time since awakening hours ago that no one was there to stop him. No one was there to restrain him. He was completely free from Batman’s blindfolds, from Gordon’s cuffs, from Arkham’s rules…

His gaze darkened as he looked down at the figure now tied to the chair.

In record time he had surprised his childhood aggressor and turned the tables. Thank heavens for rusty old pipes, he smiled as he recalled the echo, the menacing hollow sound it’d made when he’d slammed it against the side of the man’s skull and watched him fall like dead weight. Of course, hefting the large figure into the chair and tying him up single-handedly had been a challenge.

But now…..

He stood smiling now. He walked calmly in front of the drowsy man, cocking his head to watch him for a few seconds before violently slamming the pole he held against the hard wood floor just inches from his foot. It made a frighteningly loud bell-like sound, the note fading after nearly several seconds, jarring the policeman awake severely.

Officer Jacobs blinked urgently, eyes quickly finding The Joker’s, his heart racing. He jerked in his binds, eyes widening at he realized the situation. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, not when he was so close to revenge.

The dark-haired man spoke calmly.

“So you think you can just,” he waved the pole casually for a second, “handle me the way you want, Jacobs and get away with it?” his voice went up questioningly.

Officer Jacobs sneered, lips pressed together in agitation, unable to answer.

“Did you think I’d be the same little boy I was back then?”

Still there was no answer.

He cocked his head, voice mockingly sweet. “That’s stupid. What fantasy are you living?”

The taller man made a noise of discontent, twisting aimlessly in his binds.

“This is....the real world, fucker.”

The Joker shook his head. It was pricks like him…Arrogant, and stubborn little pricks like Jacobs that had nothing better to do than to try to make his life a living hell when he was a child. But that was the past and this was the present… and now…he smiled down at their current situation as he realized with a sense of elation, that he was the one holding the big stick...

“No. Sorry, Jacobs,” he giggled, fingers twitching around the metal bar as he tightened his grip. “I hate to be the one to tell ya this but ehh….Its time to wake the fuck up….” his left hand came up to aid his grip and Jacobs braced himself for the first blow.

Not only did it make him see stars but it also managed to break the skin above his left brow and he could feel the warm blood trailing down the side of his temple.

“Ah… look what you made me do…” The Joker cocked his head, expression remorseful for all of two seconds before he seemed to jolt to his senses. “Why didn't you tell me that your words were tougher than you?”

“I didn’t…. make you do a damn thing, you…. psycho… You were always a… freak… Knew it before everyone else did…This was about.. justice..”

“It was? Well I told you earlier what this was about and justice had…. well nothing to do with it..…”

“This IS about.. justice…”

The Joker chuckled.

“You must not be hearing me…” he smiled, shaking his head slowly, fingers tightening around the bar. “I've always wanted to be a surgeon... How about we do a little emergency surgery….Crack that skull open and take a look inside…. see just why that brain of yours isn’t working…”

Officer Jacob's eyes widened as the man before him raised the pipe, smile widening.

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The search had taken him to an old factory half-way across town. The sun had set completely only minutes earlier as he shut the vehicle off and then quickly approached the three-story building. It was nestled between two small brick facilities, both empty, both abandoned until recently. After breaking into the back entrance, he adjusted the new night vision feature as he crept around the large dark building, careful not to alert anyone of his presence. If Jacobs was still in charge, he wouldn’t jeopardize The Joker by alerting him to his whereabouts.

Still, he had to move quick. All of Gotham was still depending on him, whether they knew it or not.

He had just made his way up to the second floor when he heard a familiar voice from above. It was angry…

Muffled through the floor-boards, he made out the sound of metal hitting skin, recognizing the agonized holler that followed as not belonging to The Joker.

Oh God… The Joker was losing control…

Swallowing, he hurried to the third floor, inadvertently bumping against an already unstable table near the entrance to the stairs. An overturned glass bowl that was probably older than he was rolled to the edge of the table and then hit the floor in an embarrassingly loud crash. He paused in mid step, immediately backing up against the wall, the stairs on his right. The footsteps above stopped, voice lowering. He could hear the creak of an old door before it slammed shut as well as the screech of something being dragged along the floor and braced under the knob to prevent entry.

Damn…

There was no need to tip toe around anymore. He swallowed before racing up the stairs to the third floor. As predicted, the door was locked. He raised his voice as he jerked the handle once.

“Joker! Open the door!” he ground out with anger.

From the other side he heard the other man grunt.

“Sorry, Bats…Private party…”

Batman’s eyes widened at the sound of the other man being beaten.

Damn it, the man hadn’t shown anymore signs of dangerous aggression since the meat-packing district disaster. He couldn't let him go back there...He put all of his strength into breaking down the door.

The Joker didn’t need anymore blood on his hands…

Angrily, he kicked the rotting old wood in. By the time he’d managed to wrench the door open, the damage had already been done. Batman’s eyes widened for a split second as he took inventory of the situation. The Joker was standing over the other man’s body, clutching a metal bar with both hands. His knees were bent slightly as he continued to bash away at the bloody corpse on the ground with a rather persistent swing.

“Die! Die! Die!!”

Bruce felt his heart fall to his stomach at the site, nevertheless he gathered his strength as he burst into the room and grabbed him.

“Jack, stop! Stop it!” Batman wrestled the frantic criminal away from his bloodied victim, wincing at the site of the cop’s broken body. He was done. Jacobs was definitely down for the count. That much he could tell from the skull fragments that littered the floor around the pulpy facial features that had once been recognizable. He turned the both of them away from the disturbing sight.

How could anyone do that to a person unless they were insane...

The Joker jerked in his hold, still grasping the solid metal beam as he fought to get out of his arms, snarling and growling with a rabid sort of ferocity.

“No, Jack.. Stop. Just stop it. He’s dead,” Batman gripped him hard enough to bruise, twisting his arm until the weapon dropped from his grasp, clanking loudly upon the floor.

The other man growled as he was wrestled out of the building. With the aid of the bat vehicle, he drove them farther into the old city and then halted near the city limits. He wrestled the man up to an adjacent roof. Still cranky from being dragged away from his kill, Batman had to shove the man out of the door to the roof and then swooped forward to hold him, refusing to let him race back down. The Joker was muttering something incoherent under an angry breath. It took some time, but gradually his breaths began to calm and his struggle lessened. Batman held him from behind long enough for the sirens in the distance to fade. After several moments, Batman finally deemed him calm enough to release him and he slowly loosened his hold, unwrapping his arms from around the man’s torso.

All at once, The Joker felt the subtle chill of the night air as the dark figure behind him took a few steps back, the warmth that he wasn’t even aware that he’d been sharing leaving him. An uncomfortable silence followed as they stood there, both pausing to gaze up at the night sky. A few wind-stretched clouds were streaked across the lonely planet above, blurring the moon’s soft glow.

“You just had to interfere, didn’t you…”

Batman shook his head.

“You’re not the hand of justice, Joker. You don’t get to decide whether someone lives or dies…”

He took a step back, eyes angry.

“And you think they do?” his voice rose questioningly. “It was me or him…”

“He could have been tried and jailed…made to pay for his crimes. You gave him the easy way out. Death.”

“Hmm,” The Joker looked up pensively. “I hadn’t thought of that, angel…”

Bruce’s eyes were wide with anger as he could hold back his frustration with the man no longer.

“That’s the problem, Jack. You don’t think…. You don’t…….fucking….…THINK! You just act. You just do. You just respond to situations without a shred of rationality or fear of the consequences…”

The wavy-haired man shrugged his shoulders.

“Your point being?” his eyes narrowed. “So, he got what he deserved.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed.

“As will you, in due time.”

“Ahh…” the dark-eyed man shook his head. “Is that so, Bats?”

“Time’s running out. Tell me, where is the last piece of the device?”

The Joker frowned. “You haven’t made good on your word yet,” he reminded him, eyes narrowing.

“But I will…” he ground out impatiently. “I would have sooner had not Jacobs interfered. Tell me, before its too late.”

The Joker shrugged his shoulders, movements slow.

“I’ve got a better idea….” the madman smirked.

“And that is?”

The Joker cocked his head, eyes still glazed with the satisfaction of his most recent kill.

“What do you say we just forget about the device…and fuck until the world ends…”

It was then that Bruce realized with horror that Jack wasn’t there. That man that had guided him around his former school, that man that had gingerly shared a very intimate and private memory of his former life with him had left the building. All that remained were his inner demons, the destructive and careless personality that he’d been working so hard to keep from surfacing.

Enough. He’d had enough of him. After all of the work he’d done to get him back and putting up with his games in order to save Gotham from a certain fate and he would rather….

Batman swallowed as anger took over. Without warning, he drove his fist into the man’s face with a force hard enough to knock him back. He went limp before he even hit the ground.

“Focus, damnit…”

Bruce swallowed as he waited a moment.

He didn’t get back up.

He bit back the frustration as he willed himself to maintain control. He had to get this information. With less than thirty hours left, there was no other option left for him. He would make good on his word and then get rid of this man if he was ever going to maintain his own sanity.

He rushed to the man’s side quickly, grabbing him by the shoulders.

Regardless of the fact that he hadn’t intended to knock him unconscious, a wave of satisfaction still coursed through him at the action.

He took his time in coaxing the man back to reality, relieved when he sat up slowly.

“Jack…” he spoke softly as the man got his bearings.

The Joker acknowledged him with a glare.

“….I wont do it, if Gotham is in danger…”

“You’re not just doing it to save Gotham…” The Joker countered as Batman helped him to his feet.

“I am…”

“You’re lying,” the other man sighed. “Always trying to play by the rules…You want this just as much as I do… Admit it.”

“I will make good on my word, Jack, but right now I need to put Gotham first. There’s no other way… You can have me after I’m assured that Gotham is no longer in danger..”

“Really….”

Batman swallowed.

“Yes…”

The Joker shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay. I’ll tell you. But drive me to the end of 8th ave first. There’s something I wanna show ya….”

Batman nodded and hurriedly led him to the street. He hadn’t remembered the blind fold and allowed the criminal to simply gaze out of the tinted windows as he drove. Once, along the way he’d updated Alfred, easing the old man’s fears so that he could finally rest. It would appear as though his very long and tumultuous adventure with The Joker would soon be coming to a very much anticipated end.

He found himself doing 50 above the speed limit just to get things moving faster. In no time at all, the vehicle had come to a smooth stop outside the designated address. Bruce raised a brow beneath his mask at the very old house set nearly a dozen yards from the road. Even in the dark of the night, he could tell that it was old and predictably abandoned. Was it….

The Joker turned to him.

“You guessed it, Bats. My old address…And now you’re the only one who knows. I’m going to be in the attic of this house,” he glanced back at it once before adding, “go tell good ‘ol Gordon that the last piece is a small chip, taped to the fire hydrant outside of the police station with red tape,” he chuckled as Batman released the lock, opening the vehicle so he could exit. “Under his nose all that time….” The madman paused. “I’ve held up my end of the deal,” he reminded him. “You need to hold up yours. Come back tomorrow night at midnight and I’ll make it all worthwhile…”

“There is nothing you have that I need…” Batman dead-panned.

“That’s what you think,” The Joker leaned forward and Bruce found himself leaning back before catching himself. The Joker paused to smirk. "The hell's the matter with you..." he raised a brow.

"Nothing," his voice stoic.

"Are you afraid to kiss me now?"

Batman took a deep breath.

"No. Its-"

"So I killed a man... C'mere..." he swooped forward suddenly, closing his warm lips over his enemy’s. He tilted his head, drawing his lower lip between his own and sucking gently. Bruce almost recoiled beneath his mask as the scent of blood assaulted his senses. Splatters of the cop's blood speckled The Joker's clothing. The Joker parted his lips, flicking his tongue against Bruce's rhythmically. He moaned softly. Just when he felt something inside him stir, The Joker pulled back and then got out of the vehicle. He turned away from him without a backward glance and proceeded down the stone path to the old house, leaving Batman to stare at him dazedly.

Bruce swallowed.

What the hell was wrong with him? How could... After he'd watched The Joker brutally kill a man, listened to him dance around the issue of Gotham's safety, watched him disregard the law time and time again and still....

Some part of him still desired him...

That's why he was dangerous...

As Batman he needed no distractions, no persuasions. He had to be immovable, inexorable and untouchable. But The Joker had gotten to him on more than one level. That’s why it was pertinent that he end any and all relations with him.

Against his will, he found himself looking forward to tomorrow night and he sighed.

He could do this....

The sound of the door shutting in the distance brought him back from his euphoria and he reached for his phone.

Finally, he had good news for the commissioner about the weapon… At least the older man could rest a little easier. He on the other hand, would find himself up hours later worrying about how best to approach the following night….
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