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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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Note: I put some fanart on my cake game page: http://www.myspace.com/thecakegames
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The quiet bustle of normalcy did little to distract him from his worried thoughts.

He barely remembered walking into the main hall, much less the name of the long auburn-haired woman accompanying him. She was tall and slender, the typical beauty that men of his status were generally attracted to. She was flaunting a black cocktail dress and four inch heels. He could tell by a glance that she wouldn’t have looked twice at him had it not been for his deep pockets.

He glanced over at her from across the candlelit table that separated them. She was likely the daughter of one of his associates. His gaze shifted to stare out of the large window to his left as he sipped his glass of wine slowly, eyes unfocussed as his mind wandered.

A man who he recalled had worked with his father was just being honored for his 57th birthday and had just finished giving a speech, every word going in one ear and out the other. It didn’t take long for his pretty company to avert her attention elsewhere. He swore, if he wasn’t either spending his money on them or flattering them senseless, these beautiful creatures were painfully shallow. The woman had eventually turned her chair toward a table of welcoming acquaintances and was currently busy chatting away enthusiastically, forgetting her introverted billionaire date entirely.

A particularly loud laugh abruptly interrupted his thoughts. The table adjacent had erupted in hearty laughter, one of the suit-clad men slapping another on the back, their jokes lost to him. He exhaled a tired breath as he looked down at his rolex. At about 10p.m, this party wasn’t likely to end anytime soon. He blinked slowly as his gaze pierced the tall glass window. All he could think about was the way his body had reacted to the pale lunatic who was probably laughing at him in his basement right now. In his mind, he thought for certain that becoming so strongly aroused by the erratic man could never really happen. He felt his face grow warm.

..And yet it did…

He’d been with a few women, each relationship ending abruptly in either friendly or tolerable terms. However, not once in his careful youthful escapades did he ever find himself tensing at the thought of being in someone’s presence or heard his breath quicken at the thought of being touched by another.

He excused himself from the table that wasn’t even paying him any attention and headed for the men’s room.

As predicted, no one noticed his exit.

He walked without thinking, his legs simply carrying him to his destination past a few white cloth laced tables and around a marble column. He continued down a dark carpeted hall that was lit with an absurd amount of calming low-light ambience. The spacious facility at the end of the hall was thankfully empty, he noted as he pushed the dark swinging door in a little and slipped behind it.

The faint smell of a scented disinfectant hit his senses, fitting for the starkly clean white bathroom.

His expensive shoes clapped against the swirly marble floor tiles as he stepped to the right, glancing up at his reflection once before reaching forward and turning the silver handle on the right. He ran his hand under the water for a moment until it was the desired temperature before splashing a little on his warm face. Immediately, he grabbed a napkin from the silver trey adjacent on the sink and pat his flushed face.

Whatever had taken place last night between himself and The Joker was a fluke. It was a one-time thing… a mistake that he wasn’t likely to repeat again. But still…

He felt his temperature rising at the thought of the man’s mouth between his thighs. He had not only become powerfully aroused by him, but he had betrayed everything and everyone he stood for by spilling his seed into a mouth with a smile that would make the devil jealous.

He tossed the napkin into the silver waste basket before planting his hands firmly on either side of the white sink. The sound of him exhaling produced a faint hiss in the quiet as his eyes floated back up to his hopeless reflection. He had planned on confronting his nemesis an hour ago and would have, had his manservant not given him a friendly reminder to fulfill this social obligation. That man was just excellent at juggling his to-do lists. There were often times that he seriously contemplated sending the kind butler to his events in his place.

He quietly wondered how it was that the older man never tired of keeping up with his ever changing schedule.

He smiled. Alfred really was the best.

His smile slowly faded as his thoughts reverted back to the problem at hand. Thankfully, there were only a few pieces of the scattered equipment left for him to find. He almost didn’t want to go back into that basement cell late that night. He only wanted for this twisted game to be over already. He just needed it to be over so that he might be free of the man in the purple suit with the permanent smile. Almost immediately, he found himself pondering what kind of cake he would offer him next. With a fair amount of certainty, he whipped out his phone, texting his trusty butler with the details of tonight’s special selection.

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Shortly after the party, he’d been summoned by the familiar searchlight in the clouds. In the end, his meeting with the commissioner was brief, but necessary. As a result his plans as well as his approach would inevitably have to change. Bruce had actually found himself excited about the idea of threatening the man he held prisoner after noting that there were only two days left in his mission.

However, when Gordon had contacted him he found himself disappointed with the highly anticipated update that he knew for certain would make him abandon his more violent plans. He recalled how positive the man had seemed up on the roof as he’d explained.

“I did the best I could and pulled every string I could find to get the deadline pushed forward by another month.”

He remembered the sinking feeling he got the moment the older man had finished speaking. With a whole new month granted him to work with The Joker there was nothing to prevent him from taking his time questioning him the way he had been initially. The pressure to ease up on the intensity of his nightly interrogations had finally been lifted, leaving him no excuse to rush ahead and throttle the criminal for not coughing up the pieces.

As a result, he would actually have time to waste with the man. He pondered the thought further as he headed down to the basement in habit, carrying the much anticipated dessert.

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Oddly enough, when Bruce entered the cell this time, his prisoner was lying on the couch away from the door, napping quietly. Bruce had paused a moment in shock. He almost wanted to savor the sight of the man looking so utterly harmless.

After all of the robberies, the murders, property destruction and baffling crimes the criminal had committed in Gotham, it was actually quite refreshing to find him sleeping peacefully, like a normal person. He walked up to him, making it a point to be quiet as he set the trey down on the small table while he observed him.

The Joker was lying on his left side, hands tucked beneath his cheek, left leg drawn up a little toward his stomach, right stretched along the couch seat. His expression was one of content. He looked positively tame, so much so that Bruce found himself reaching forward, carefully sliding one dark lock away from the man’s face to get a better look.

The Joker’s eyes fluttered and he sighed, turning his face a little into his palm.

Bruce had instinctively jolted back, nudging the table unexpectedly, the fork making a scraping noise as the handle slid along the plate. The dark eyed man awoke at the sound, blinking slowly. His eyes travelled over the couch seat he lay on before lifting to the man standing there watching him. He smiled immediately, turning his palms into the seat and pushing himself slowly to a sitting position. Seconds later, he brought his hands above his head to stretch, yawning unabashedly.

The Joker cleared his throat, patting the empty seat next to him in a friendly invitation.

“You’re late.” he announced.

Bruce’s brow went up a second as he forced himself to ignore his statement. He motioned toward the plate on the table.

“That’s yours if you give me information concerning the location of the fifth part of the weapon.”

As predicted, the pale man reached for the plate.

“Alright, then…” he shrugged his shoulders as he took the spoon in his right hand and pressed it against the soft cinnamon-colored cake. It was divided into four layers by a vanilla-colored icing. He brought it to his nose to sniff it first, finding its color peculiar. “Hey, which one is this, Bats?” he inquired as he dipped the spoon between the dark layers to play with the pale cream.

Bruce’s face was stern.

“Either eat it or don’t.”

Without further ado, The Joker spooned a corner into his mouth, sucking on the spoon. He tilted his head from side to side in thought before concluding.

“Ahh… carrot cake…”

He then dipped his spoon into the dessert for another bite, relaxing back into the plush upholstery. “So, what took you so long?” he inquired.

Bruce’s mouth remained flat.

“Never mind what isn’t relevant. We’re talking about the weapon.”

The Joker smacked his lips, rolling his eyes insolently.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he declared. “Because I’m not telling you a thing until you answer me.”

“So be it.”

“Were you out surrounding yourself with women, trying to convince yourself you didn’t like what happened between us the other night?” he smiled.

The Joker found amusement in the crime-fighter’s silence as he persisted.

“Of course you weren’t,” he paused to take another bite of the cake, words partly muffled through the mouthful of dessert. “You were busy telling yourself that it didn’t even happen.”

Bruce pressed his lips together in an attempt to keep quiet. His taunting company continued to speak as he sliced away at the cake.

“You know, the more you deny it, the more obvious it becomes..”

Bruce could hold back listening no longer.

“Let’s get one thing straight. If you ever attempt to repeat what happened last night, I will not hesitate to break each finger of the offending hand one-by-one.”

The Joker smirked, head lowering.

“Ohh…I get it…” he swallowed. “You just want to hear me scream…” he eyed him with an expression of interest before adding with a satisfactory smile, “Ohhhh Bats…. He waved his index finger back and forth in a gesture given to a naughty child. “I always knew you were a closet freak…”

“Enough. I’m here for information about the next piece.”

“You don’t have to keep avoiding it, Bats. Last night, you proved to yourself that you were ready for something…something different.” his eyes lit up. That’s all,” the pale man cocked his head, smiling sweetly.

Bruce grunted in annoyance.

“Your trying to use me proved absolutely nothing.”

“Mmmmm….” The Joker’s gaze suddenly darkened in agitation. “Do NOT…” he lifted the spoon, jerking it in mid-air once for emphasis, “make the mistake of thinking that I want your ass for a cheap thrill. I’m in no rush to get into those expensive pants of yours…”

It was Bruce’s turn to be surprised.

“What?” he mouthed the word, unaware that he’d spoken it aloud.

The paler man set the empty plate down.

“I like to take my time …You see…” he scooted forward a little. “If I indulged every little fantasy I could think of about you, it would be…”

Bruce merely sat there, mind clinging to every word the criminal spoke. He waited for the man to finish his thought, disappointed when he simply shook his head and began another.

“That’s why,” The Joker moved forward, tilting his head as he came closer. Bruce frowned as the man came close enough that his mouth was a hair’s breadth from his own. “That’s why no matter how hard the thought of me putting my mouth on that thick, warm cock of yours makes you get… you should know, I want to make it good.”

Bruce swallowed, his skin anticipating the contact that it was teasingly denied. He could feel the man’s warm breath fan against his lips as he spoke, but the criminal refused to close the final distance. “That’s right, Bats. I’m gonna make you sweat. I’m gonna wait until I get what I need from you before I can make it something you’ll never forget..”

Bruce tried to quell the excitement building up within him as his brain began to wonder about just what the other man had in mind.

“And what would that be?” he asked, his stern controlled voice contrary to the chaos going on his thoughts.

The Joker chuckled, widening the distance between them a few more inches, much to the other man’s relief… or disappointment…It was hard to tell at that point.

“A SIGN!” his voice went up an octave playfully as he cocked his head and drew his lower lip up behind his upper teeth in a childish smile that was almost endearing. Bruce’s brows drew down in confusion.

“You can stop waiting. There will be no signs..”

The smile instantly faded as he shook his head.

“I’m really good at seeing these things, so don’t think you can fool me,” he held the other man’s eyes with a piercing gaze. “I’ll be watching your every move… very very closely…”

Bruce was silent for a moment as he sifted a hand back through his hair, averting his gaze. What should he say to that? What could he say to that?

“Your in no position to watch my every move, locked down here.”

The Joker laughed softly.

“I don’t have to follow you when you finally retire for bed to know… what you do late at night, or early in the morning when no one’s around.”

The older man raised a brow.

“And that is?”

The wavy-haired man shook his head.

“You do what every other lonely bastard’s been doing since the beginning of time.”

Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but lost his thoughts as the other man continued.

“You lie there and think about all of the mistakes you’ve made…” he lowered his voice, “..all of the problems you’ve acquired…”

The masked man listened to him curiously as he continued. That statement was partly true.

“You lie there until.. you’re tired of thinking of all of your daily burdens,” his brows furrowed slight. “But then your mind just…wanders…” he made a wide gesture with his hands, bringing them together and then separating them while looking to the ceiling for a moment in wonder. His gaze stayed up there a few seconds longer as he gathered his thoughts, Bruce watching him anxiously. “You begin to question whether or not Gotham really appreciates what you’ve done for it…. if the cops sworn to protect it really care about this city…”

Bruce’s gaze tensed as he watched the man and for the first time was truly open to his words. Was it possible that perhaps The Joker understood him on a deeper level than he let on? Was it possible that this strange and irrational man could set his violence aside to actually relate to the burden he experienced every night? It seemed that as the nights wore on, it was getting harder and harder to find a reason to dawn his dark persona and risk his life to bring peace to a city that would sooner condemn him for all of his work.

The Joker paused to revel in his expression before speaking, smile widening. “…It starts with a quiet acknowledgment,” he concluded. “After the day’s end you put the thoughts of your incompetence aside and become aware of that flesh between your legs…and the thought of touching it becomes so appealing, doesn’t it…” the pale man shifted a little, sitting back in his seat.

“No…” Bruce mouthed the word, too caught up in the man’s on-point descriptions to put a breath behind it.

“Immediately, people like you feel some sort of…guilt for wanting to make yourself feel good. I know it only lasts a few moments, and before you know it your hand is sliding down your stomach and reaching for that flesh, which is already hard…”

Bruce clenched his teeth at the thought. How many times had he given in to himself in an attempt to ease his worries. How many times had he lost the battle within, becoming a slave to his body’s desires all alone in the dark and desolate room where he slept…

The Joker’s voice brought him back from his thoughts.

“You know the feeling you get the first time you grasp it is so good, you know for sure that you’ll have to finish…don’t you…”

The masked man swallowed down his nerves as he listened to the smiling man recount the story of his life’s most intimate moments so fluidly.

“A few minutes in and I’m positive you’ve grabbed that convenient little bottle of lotion you keep tucked into your night drawer. .Yeah, the lotion that keeps those well-manicured hands of yours so smooth…” he raised a brow quickly with a knowing look. Bruce cleared his throat, but still, could not find the words to speak.

“You smooth it over that thick, warm cock of yours in a loose fist and apply a little pressure just to test it….but…. in no time at all you’re jacking off with a steady rhythm, working up a good sweat as you forget all about Gotham’s problems…”

Bruce fought to keep his hands folded firmly before him and to ignore the twinge of pleasure the thought stirred within.

“You’re haunted by the very thoughts that bring you the most pleasure…” The Joker declared.

“Which are?” Bruce made an effort to raise his voice from that of a dazed whisper.

The sultry look that The Joker pinned him with sent his stiff manhood pressing firmly against his pants.

The Joker sighed.

“Look at me and tell me you’ve not fantasized about me pleasuring you again…” he turned to him fully. “Look at me and tell me you haven’t thought about touching me, exciting me.” he tilted his head, eyes heavily lidded, “maybe even….fucking me...”

Bruce’s hands were trembling slightly in his lap. No, he had to calm down. This man was wrong about him. All wrong…. Completely wrong… As a matter of fact, he couldn’t even be any more wrong…

His brain was frantic. He wouldn’t give in to this careful manipulation of his will… He had to distance himself now.

“Enough. Tell me…” he cleared his throat, raising his voice. “About where the fifth piece of the device is hidden.”

The paler man closed his eyes a moment before speaking.

“It’s in a very dark place in the old city.”

Bruce half-sneered.

“That means nothing to me. I need an actual address!” he snapped.

The Joker shook his head.

“What you need I will give you when the time is right… But aside from that, if you want an address then you’ll have to grant me something more in return.”

The other man’s eyes narrowed.

“Grant you what…” he asked darkly. “Another night out? Because you already proved last week that you weren’t capable of handling that without controlling your urge to kill…”

The wavy-haired man shook his head.

“No. I want something surprisingly much simpler than that… Care to guess?” his smile brightened.

The other man clenched his teeth before speaking sternly.

“No, I don’t.”

The Joker frowned, shaking his head.

“Ah, you’re no fun…”

“I’m not here to have fun…”

The dark-eyed man shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, I am..”

“The last few pieces had best be found soon…”

“How much time is left?” he inquired.

“Enough to consider using less pleasant means of acquiring the information if you continue to waste my time…”

The other man chuckled.

“Ohh… Plenty of time then…”

Bruce’s brows drew down.

“What do you want this time…”

“Hmmm…” the paler man folded his arms, cocking his head as his gaze shifted skyward in thought. “I want... for you to pick a day to spend with me.”

Bruce’s eyes widened and he voiced the first concern that ran through his mind.

“A date?” his expression was caught between surprise and unmistakable repulsion. That was definitely not happening…

The wavy-haired man shook his head.

“Call it what you want. I just want your company for more than a few hours at a time.”

“What will that get me in return..” he demanded an answer.

The Joker tucked a few strands of hair away from his face. “I’ll sweeten the offer. I’ll get you the fifth and the sixth piece.”

Bruce bit his lower lip pensively as he thought it through. What the hell could he spend an entire day doing with this man that would make sense? What would he even want to do with him?

After a few moments, he nodded. It wasn’t like it was a date. It was a... social call. He would merely be talking with the man, most likely listening to him rant about complete nonsense. With any luck, the day would be over before he realized it.

“Fine. Tomorrow,” he stood, grabbing the empty trey from the table and taking it with him to the exit.

The other man couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes as he licked his lips.

“Oh and Bats… do practice saying my name when you jerk off…” he smirked, lying back down on the couch.

The other man cleared his throat, raising his brow as he exited the room, ignoring the hardened bulge in his pants with effort.

That idiot...

He sighed as he headed over to the elevator, the man's words still playing in his mind. He hated the quirky, pasty-faced bastard for what he'd made him feel. It was dangerous to acknowledge it but deep down, he harbored the thought of being physical with him. He knew before he made it up to his room that he would be locking his door tonight, his erection begging for release.

He may have survived tonight with The Joker, but tomorrow would be a completely different story...
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