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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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Alfred couldn’t help but raise a brow as his employer hurried past him and straight to the bathroom, grabbing the nearest navy towel and soaking it with rubbing alcohol before wiping the corner of his mouth roughly.

The old man turned from arranging the items on his dresser with a look of concern.

”Is everything alright, Sir?” he questioned. The younger man threw the towel into a nearby hamper before grabbing a bottle of Listerine, twisting the cap off and pouring a few ounces into his mouth. He swished it around vigorously for several seconds before spewing the blue liquid into the white sink. Satisfied, he turned to the man that was standing in the doorway looking quite confused.

Perhaps he was going too far. Alfred had pulled the Joker’s medical files for him and there was little biologically wrong with him except the coffee-stained teeth and terrible sense of humor. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a look of embarrassment frozen on his handsome features.

“I’m fine,” he quickly assured the man, his tone halting any further inquiry.

“Alright then…” the older man nodded, watching him a second longer before turning back to his duties.

“I’ve got to meet Gordon, tonight,” he explained. “It seems all of his men are expecting to find the device intact.”

Unable to see the problem, the older man spoke, “Well, that’s what they should be doing, isn’t it?”
The dark-haired man shook his head. “They can’t. Not when the bastard took it apart and hid the pieces, which just makes the job of finding it harder.”

The older man nodded, with a somber look.
“I see. Lucky I filled the bat mobile’s tank then.”

“Thanks,” Bruce smiled in appreciation.

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Tonight was the coolest in weeks, the commissioner noted as he tugged the lapels of his black jacket closer together.
Gordon had finally gotten a moment to himself as he stepped onto his back porch, his wife upstairs tucking their children in. Hands in his pockets, he looked up at the cloudy night sky. The trees looked menacing against the blue-black sky, leaves rustling in the breeze. Various thoughts of the day’s events ran through his mind as he inhaled deep. It was then that his detective instincts alerted him to the figure waiting in the shadows to his left, observing him. He looked up at the looming presence with relief.

“What’s going on..” he watched him.

“Tell your men that they’re looking for the wrong thing,” the deep voice advised. “The Joker split the device into several pieces all over the city.”

The older man sighed.

“Great….” his tone was sarcastic as he shook his head. “Do you have any idea where in the city?”

The darkly clad figure in the corner remained stoic. “I’m working on it,” he explained. The only clue I have is that the first piece is downtown.”

“Excellent. We need to find this thing soon before the situation gets any worse. I’ll tell them right away,” he assured him, moving to go back into his house. He half-turned, looking up at the vigilante once more. “By the way, how is The Joker?” he inquired.

Bruce’s eyes narrowed as he fought between telling the man the truth or keeping him guessing. The words rolled off his tongue before he could stop them.

“Up to his usual games. Arkham will get him back when I’m done.”

The older man nodded in approval. “Do whatever you must to get him to talk. We’ve only got about a month before the device has to be in order.” With that he turned away from him, hurrying inside to make the necessary call. The guys weren’t going to like this.

Following his brief meeting, Batman spent a few hours combing the building the Joker had fallen from a few nights ago with no result. That became the routine for the next week and a half, returning night after night with nothing to show for all of his time. If only Gotham’s citizens knew the effort of his determination.

It was frustrating to look into the Joker’s smiling face every night, knowing that with each passing day, he was getting closer and closer to asking him for help. That was something he dreaded to even consider doing.

Damn the Joker. Bruce grit his teeth. Perhaps the man was right. Maybe he wouldn’t find it unless he let him show him.

After the thirteenth night of fruitless searches, he’d decided it was time to get things moving.

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Alfred had stopped him on the way down to the basement that day, why he wasn’t quite sure.
“A word of advice, Master Wayne.”

The younger man turned to his servant with a genuine look of curiosity as he pushed the black mask against his face between his eyes, pulling the strings back on either side to fasten them behind his head.

“Yeah?”

“I know this past week has been pretty frustrating but I want to caution you to leave your personal feelings behind when dealing with that man.”

The younger man’s brows drew down in confusion at the warning. Alfred had fairly formidable premonitions at the best of times and it was generally wise to take his advice. Before he could ask, the older man continued, “I know its been a daily burden on you interacting with him, but for your sake, you must keep Batman separate from Bruce Wayne. Never merge the two.”

The dark-haired man nodded in thought, his grayish blue eyes cast down.

“I know what you mean, Alfred,” he looked away with a slight expression of guilt. “I want to feel sorry for him as a person, but as Batman there are times that I just want to take vengeance on him for his crimes… for hurting those I cared about…” his gaze was lost in thought. “I guess that’s why I leave the crime-fighting to Batman and the finances to Bruce,” he nodded to himself.

“That’s the way it should be.”
Bruce smiled softly.
“What do you think would happen if they became one person?”

The older man sighed.
“Mistakes would be made,” he admit.

Bruce paused for a moment.
“I’d have to agree. It’s been hectic, but even though its slight, the change is there. Its been over a week and he hasn’t tried to kill me. I guess in a twisted way, he’s been better. Do you think it’d be a bad idea on my part to try to see the human in him and not the monster?”
Alfred’s silver brows drew down in confusion. It was a tough call.

“As long as you don’t get lost in his world,” he concluded. “He may be physically human, but remember what he is mentally.”

Bruce nodded, refusing to alarm the other man with unusual questions as he continued his own thoughts in silence.

The Joker was crazy, there was no denying that, yet the man seemed so adept at reading and understanding him with little help. They’d exchanged words a few times with little result, each meeting the man giving him that look that made him want to fall back. It was a look he recalled that was shot up at him from beneath dark lashes, the left side of the man’s mouth turned up into a tentative smile, lips parted. The man would gaze at him like that sometimes for several moments.

What bothered him was the fact that the expression didn’t hold an inkling of anger or even mistrust behind it. He almost wished it did for that would have been predictable. It wasn’t a look spawned from any form of indignation. It was worse. It was understanding. It was a deep-rooted connection laced with a hint of fixation. As tempting as it was to explore it, he would just have to try his best to ignore it for now.

Bruce’s expression was serious as he headed down to his cell. For the first time he began to wonder. What if their worlds really weren’t as far apart as everyone would have him believe…

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In his own mind, the wealthy man knew that as Batman he would never give the Joker what he wanted, but perhaps Bruce Wayne might. Every night he confronted the Joker, he realized that he was neither Batman nor Bruce. As Alfred had suspected, when he put on that masquerade mask, he became something derived from the both of them. He was a man yearning to do the right thing, a man refusing to lose hope in good while quietly losing hope in himself.

About several moments after stepping off of the elevator, Bruce found himself sitting in a new chair he’d dragged in opposite of the couch, the coffee table set in the middle. . He was almost alarmed to find the cell empty until a noise behind the couch calmed him. He looked over at the narrow door behind the couch as it swung open. The Joker was just emerging from the spacious restroom connected to his cell after a mid-day shower and was in the process of adjusting his suit-jacket when he spotted his anticipated visitor.

“Mmm… hello there…” his eyes immediately went from dazed to fixed.

“We need to talk.”

The dark-eyed man tilted his head back.

“Ahh… I thought, you’d never ask..” his smile seemed distant as he swaggered over to him, taking a seat across from him.

“It’s not an offer. I came here because I need answers.”

“I know. And if you want them, we do this my way.”

Bruce bit back a curse of frustration as the wavy-haired man took a seat across from him, unhurried.

“First rule is,” the Joker’s gaze travelled up and down the well-dressed figure seated before him as he declared, “there are no rules.” He smiled childishly. “I think that’s pretty fair, eh?”

The blue-eyed man watched him cautiously.

“So, before we get started, I have a request.”

“And that would be?”

“Let’s talk first.”

Bruce’s shoulders sagged in annoyance. Sure talking was harmless, but meaningless small-talk would amount to nothing pertaining to his current mission.

“About?” he tried to hide the impatience in his voice.

“Anything except the device. If you can hold a conversation with me for at least an hour, then we’ll talk about it.”

There was a long moment of silence before the Joker’s lips suddenly parted, tongue darting out to moisten them as Bruce forced his own features into a cold glare.

“I miss those little chats over coffee…” he shook his head with suppressed excitement as he looked down at the strawberry shortcake centered on his plate, beside nothing other than a cup of coffee. He looked back up to his foe with a smile that was actually innocent, noting the man’s unease. He spoke suddenly, in between a mouthful of cake, voice just as casual as if he were addressing an old friend. “You know, its only natural to doubt everything you know, because…. I’m not the way they all say I am,” he stated, pausing to swallow.

The other man grunted.
"You need help," he declared.

The Joker cocked his head toward his right shoulder, shrugging it sluggishly as if to say so what. Without another glance, he finished the cake, licking the plate clean before washing the dessert down with a few gulps of coffee. After dumping the empty dish back onto the coffee table he sighed. Batman refused to speak, simply watching the criminal.

The Joker opened his mouth a few times as though he would speak, instead closing it as several very intense expressions took turns on his face.
At one point he had turned his head to the left and watched him out of the corners of his eyes, his right hand twitching against the arm rest. Bruce was tempted to ask a question just to break the silence when the disturbed man inhaled a very deep and relaxed breath before his voice pierced the air.

There was little volume behind the words, his tone carrying an inkling of something akin to fascination, but somehow slightly darker.

"Look...at.. you..."

Bruce waited cautiously for him to continue, crease forming between his brows behind his mask.

"After all of this time, you finally get me up here and what’s this? You don't even know what to say to me..."

Bruce sighed.

“I have nothing to say to you,” he dead-panned.

The pale man giggled, gloved hand coming up to cover his mouth in a bashful fashion that was kind of endearing.

“That’s a lie. I know you have questions for me. Perhaps you’re just afraid to ask.”

Bruce simply stared at the crazy man.

“There’s nothing about you that I need to know that I don’t already.”

The Joker chuckled, standing suddenly, Bruce watching his every move.

“Ohh.. I don’t think so…” he guessed. “For instance,” he said cheerfully as he walked around the coffee table to stand before his nemesis. “You need to know why I’m standing up…and…” he flashed him a quaint smile “…you need to know why I’m doing this….” he declared as he leaned down a little, reaching forward, gloved hand tracing the man’s jaw.

The first touch sent a wave of revulsion sparking through him as his entire body stiffened as he tried to remained calm.

"I felt that," The Joker started as he shook his head solemnly. "You get so……” he looked up in thought before settling on the right adjective, “You get so cold when I touch you,” he balled his fists up, shivering once for emphasis.
Bruce grit his teeth as the man stood there and continued. “I've been good to you for the past few years. Despite what you may be thinking, I've led you on some good chases, given you a purpose and you still can't even accept me."

The younger man clenched his fists.
"I don't have to accept you. That's your inmate’s problems."

"C'mon," the fair-skinned man smiled wider, thumb gliding across the other man's lower lip. "We're not fighting today," his eyes lit up and for the first time, the man known to the world as Bruce felt his heart beat increase at the sight. He took a moment to study him as an uncomfortable silence ensued. The Joker carefully traced the silver border lining the black mask the man wore , eyes never leaving the ones that glared at him. Between the eyes, the mask trailed down in a triangular end, covering his nose in the fashion of the bat suit. He traced the intriguing mask a moment longer before drawing his hand back.

Casually, he backed away, eyes glazed over almost as if he were lost in thought during the few motions he'd made as he sat back down in the chair opposite him. He lowered himself into the plush upholstery and sank back into it, his eyes glued to the figure before him.
He rolled his head back once with a groan, eyes fluttering as his right arm rubbed the back of his neck before falling to his side. It seemed to take him forever to get comfortable as he rolled his shoulders and adjusted himself to the point that he was on the verge of slouching. Bruce refused to avert his gaze from the other man's own, all the while pondering deeply the meaning to his every twitch.

The Joker simply watched him, the whites of his eyes bright against the faint circles framing them, the corners of his mouth creased into a simple smile. He adjusted his slouch once more to favor his left side, right shoulder jutting forward a little and eyes narrowing further in what could only be described as a slightly coy smirk.

“Now I don’t know what to say…”

"Good. I'll make it simple for you. Tell me about that night you fell. Tell me what you did with those pieces or you can go back to Arkham at once."

The disturbed man bore down on the arm rests to sit himself up straighter, mouth hanging agape.

“Leave? Why would I want to leave after finally getting your attention? Ha! You must be kidding. Who in their right mind would leave you once they've caught you. Do you know what you are?"

Bruce refused to answer.

"You're like a firefly. I spend all night watching you, getting closer and closer to that strange light I want so much to see and when you’re finally in reach, the light goes out."

Bruce raised a brow. "That's what you want"

The other man shook his head quickly. "Oh of course not. I want to see you burn… the way I do...." his smile softened as he stood once again, widening his walk just before coming to rest over the other man's form and straddling him. Bruce seemed uncomfortable, more so when the man rested his weight onto him. He leaned forward until his enemy was close enough to feel his breath across his face.

Bruce took note of the faint sugary scent of the cake the man had consumed earlier. His breath was warm but it wasn’t unpleasant at all actually, quite different from what he would have imagined.

“I know you’re tired of looking, so take my offer…” he suggested.

“You haven’t made one,” Bruce declared.

“Oh? Really….” The Joker tilted his head.

For the first time since their first meeting, the haphazardly scarred mouth found his stern lips, testing them gently. Bruce gave no response as he kept his strict posture, lips pressed together tightly against the assault, wishing he could be anywhere but there. If he had any doubt about the criminal’s sexuality, it was gone now. It eased him slightly to know that at least the other man wasn’t so much the aggressor…

The Joker pulled back just to see his expression, amused by the restraint he found.

“C’mon…” the madman persisted. “This is supposed to be fun…” his right hand sifted back into Bruce’s dark locks, movements so uncharacteristically gentle, the vigilante thought for certain that he was upstairs in his bed, having a nightmare.

The Joker sat back with a sigh, head dropping to his chest.

“There’s something there…” he observed. “But you’re too scared to embrace it…”

Batman grunted in annoyance.
“You’re seeing only what you want to.”

The Joker smiled, lifting his gaze.
“You keep lying to yourself..”

Bruce felt the anger boiling within him as he watched the man.

“You’re responsible for the death of people very important to me. That’s something I can never forget.”

The Joker frowned quickly.
Suddenly, the man lifted his hands to cup his face, a look of utter sincerity plastered to his features.

“I can make it up to you, if you let me..” he offered.

The other man shook his head.

“No. And don’t you ever fool yourself into thinking that you ever could.”

The Joker raised a brow.

“So much anger…” he noted aloud. “Do you think your anger will solve everything?”

Bruce spoke through clenched teeth.

“Do you think that violence solves everything?”

The smiling fugitive tilted his gaze.

“No. It just makes things more fun…”
Bruce smirked.
“In that case, you and I are going to have a lot of fun after I find those pieces, then.”

The Joker made a strained noise.

“Let’s have some fun now…”

“No.”

“I know what you’re thinking,” he breathed. “You want to hit me, because you’re used to the violence. But you have to face the facts. Who’s gonna know? After all, you’re masked… It’ll be our little secret.. I wont tell them that you’re afraid…”

“I don’t fear you.”

“Mmmm…Good,” The Joker sighed, voice rough as he continued, “because I’ve got a little challenge for you…” he spoke through clenched teeth, struggling to suppress his excitement.

Bruce swallowed as he listened to the man.

“I think if you put your preconceived notions aside long enough to open those big ears… You’ll get the message.”

“What message..” Bruce found himself out of breath.

The Joker groaned. “Just hold on to yourself, Bats. I’m going to kiss you and I want you to tell me based on your impeccable judgment whether or not I mean it..or I’m joking.”
Bruce’s eyes narrowed as Joker added, “Oh… and if you lie to me, you can forget about getting the device.”

“You can forget about-” his words were interrupted as Joker carefully nudged his lower lip against the stern man’s upper lip with a tender amount of pressure. Bruce turned his face away with mixed feelings, hands coming up almost frantically. The Joker grabbed both of his hands and pinned them back to the couch-chair.

“Stop fighting me…” The Joker raised a brow. He leaned closer again, mouth seeking his enemy’s. The pale man repeated the action a second and then a third time.
Bruce was about to turn away when the man straddling him closed the gap completely. The kiss was rough at first before it softened. Bruce opened his mouth to speak but found himself at a loss for words. The mouth against his own was definitely skilled. The kiss was slow and sensual, two adjectives he’d never thought could describe his prisoner. He expected his movements to be as disjointed as his mind, surprised completely by the gentleness of the contact. His eyes suddenly became heavy as he closed them. The Joker’s touch was almost hypnotic as he claimed his mouth repeatedly. Towards the end, the madman had moaned, the vibration lighting a spark in Bruce’s nether regions as he felt himself begin to harden.

That was it. This contact was now dangerous to his mission. He couldn’t afford to be lenient any longer. As far as he was concerned, things had gone far enough...

He ripped his mouth away in protest, the wavy-haired man making a noise of frustration. Bruce’s eyes narrowed. He’d had enough of his games and he’d be damned to let this man try to seduce him in his own house.
With a grunt, he pushed his rival back, the Joker grabbing him by the tie and bringing him down atop him as he landed on the carpet. Straddling him, Bruce brought his right fist to a halt in mid swing, watching the man’s dazed expression as he held back.

After several seconds, the criminal smiled. “Well go ahead and do it…” he beckoned. “Hit me,” he laughed, “even though we both know who you’re really angry with, Bats…”

Bruce found his hands tangled in the lapels of the man’s jacket as he lifted him a few inches off of the ground only to slam him back down.
“Tell me what I want to know!” he practically roared at the calm figure beneath him.

“I don’t know about what you want to know…” The Joker sighed. “But I know what I just felt..” he lowered his voice.

Angrily, Bruce slammed him back into the floor once more. “Where is the device!” he yelled before pausing, breaths heavy.

His prisoner swallowed. “Now that I know that you know that I wasn’t joking…heh…I think I will tell you.”

His grip on the man loosened as he waited.

The dark-eyed man cleared his throat. “The first piece is taped under a public bench on 5th ave. Happy searching…”
With a sigh of relief, Bruce released the man and stood. He wasted no time in hurrying toward the exit, leaving the man panting on the floor dazedly...
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