The Cake Games | By : kokoronoitami Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 6411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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You need me to do what, Master Wayne?” Alfred raised his voice for one of the rare occasions that he was inclined to disagree with his young employer.
Bruce resisted the urge to reply angrily.
“He has the security device attached to his wrist as a precaution. I just want you to make him look… a little more… presentable for tomorrow. Can you have him ready by 3p.m? And prepare something I can take with us for a late meal. I don't want to stop in the city for food.”
“May I ask just what you’re planning to do with him?” the older man paused in the middle of spraying cleaner along the counter top he’d finished clearing.
“I’m just going to spend a day with him..” he explained calmly. “In exchange for the information, I’m going to take him out early tomorrow afternoon. I’ll let him talk, we’ll have something to eat and when he’s satisfied, he’s going right back into the basement where he belongs.”
“That sounds an awful lot like a date, if I do say so myself…” Alfred’s brows drew down with uncertainty.
The younger man shook his head, feeling flustered.
“It’s not a date, Alfred...”
The grey haired man turned to him, a parental look in his eye.
“In my honest opinion, I think that’s bordering on indecency.”
Bruce sighed.
“Well, what you think won’t help me recover that weapon.”
Alfred sighed in defeat. It was his employer’s choice after all. “Where do you plan on taking him?” he asked.
His young master looked up in thought for a moment.
“I wanted you to drive us out to the abandoned acres of the old estate. I have no intention of taking him anywhere near the general public, even though I’m sure they wouldn’t recognize him unless he’s flaunting either a straight-jacket or a purple suit and make-up.”
The older man shook his head. “Out for a little walk in the countryside then? I might as well pack a bottle of wine into your lovely picnic basket so the both of you can celebrate your willingness to spoil a madman,” he said sarcastically.
The dark-haired man looked up in surprise. His manservant wasn’t known to speak words so biting so boldly. The thought that it obviously troubled him so much being in The Joker’s presence could not be ignored.
“C’mon, Alfred. I don’t want to argue,” he reasoned, voice softening. “It’s not what you think. I’ll be fine. Trust me. I’ve got this under control. We just need 3 more pieces and he’ll offer two.”
His butler frowned as he continued to work.
“Is recovering this weapon, really worth your dignity, Sir?” he questioned.
Bruce sighed.
“I know what I’m doing, Alfred. Just have him ready. And take this,” he tossed him a little device that looked like a little silver pen. “If he does anything that could cause you harm, even if he looks at you funny, just press that button on the top. It has an effect similar to a taser and will stop him in his tracks. Oh, and make sure you put on one of my old party masks. I don’t want him to know your identity either of course.”
The older man watched him from over the counter.
“Master Wayne, are you sure about this, now?”
The young man nodded as he set the old paper he’d been flipping through aimlessly back onto the table.
“Yeah..” he agreed as he turned from the table and headed upstairs to ready himself for bed.
His butler turned away from the retreating figure, his voice quieter.
“I really hope you know what you’re doing...”
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The entire department had been bustling all morning. Gordon sat in his office a little after 8a.m the following morning after news of the most recent Gotham murders began to surface with more details. A slight breeze outside ruffled the grey, slightly wrinkled newspaper on his desk. He shook his head at the headline of yesterday's paper.
Four Bodies Recovered: Drug-Dealers Feud?
The discovery had been suspiciously made by his cautious fellow officer, Jacobs. What he'd been doing down in the meat-packing district the other night was beyond him. However, he pondered worriedly, he'd given Batman free reign over The Joker, a move he hoped he wouldn't end up regretting. There hadn't been a murder in close to three months and now four from a local drug ring? He took a swig from his black coffee. As much as he didn't want to, he would have to have a talk with the caped crime-fighter before more questions about his department's discovery surfaced.
In the meantime, he would have his officers focus on the less stressful job of rounding up Gotham's prostitutes and patrolling a few cantankerous streets. He and The Batman would worry about the device... Speaking of the vigilante, there had been no word from the man in two nights. He would give him till the end of the day before he felt the need to resort to the bat signal.
A knock on his office door, grabbed his attention and he looked up.
"It's open.." he stated.
He sighed inwardly when the tall officer that had been the object of much of his recent suspicion entered, looking curious as he tucked a few strands of short blond hair away from his dark eyes, simultaneously removing his hat respectfully.
"I need to talk to you for a moment."
The older man nodded, pushing the newspaper aside and giving him his undivided attention. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the young cop came to him for answers.
"Okay, kid," he began casually, "what's on your mind..."
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Getting up that morning had been significantly easier than the last. He'd had a surprisingly restful night, awakening later than scheduled, but feeling fine all the same. His manservant had greeted him with a little less cheer, which was understandable after all of the time he’d spent readying his despicable company.
Bruce took his time with his morning exercises, checking up on all of the day’s business and finding small things to do until it was about time to ready himself for the afternoon.
Predictably, Alfred had come up from the basement about an hour before their scheduled trip to remind his employer of his plans and to report that The Joker was ready and waiting in his cell. He didn't know why he felt nervous thinking about what would happen, all he knew was that he couldn't let the old man sense it.
“How was he, Alfred?” Bruce asked curiously as his butler served him a steaming cup of herbal tea.
The older man’s kind expression darkened.
“He wasn’t as much trouble as I expected, but I still don’t trust him.”
Bruce nodded. “I know. Sorry to put you through all of that. I owe you.”
Alfred cleared his throat.
“That you do, Sir. Your dinner basket is waiting in the trunk. I’ll bring the car around the back, while you get him.”
“Alright. You’re taking the town car, right?"
"Yes, because it has that taxi-style driver shield and I feel the need to be cautious."
"No, I understand completely. After I put him in the back with me, you are to simply drop us off from the private road entrance down at the old property. I’ll inform you when the time is right to come back and I’ll escort him back to the basement, myself.”
“Or…” the butler began, “We could simply forgo the plan entirely and just leave him here…”
Bruce sighed.
“I’ll meet you out back by the second driveway,” he stated, looking himself over once in the mirror before making the journey down into the basement to get the man.
His mind raced the entire time he rode the elevator down to the basement. Would The Joker be satisfied with taking a walk on his old property...and what did he think of the old man readying him? Surely he hadn't been expecting any visits from anyone other than himself. Alfred had risen early, putting the better half of his morning into preparing the criminal for his afternoon out. He had either had a lot of trouble and wouldn't admit it, or he'd been meticulous with all of the details.
At any rate, he was actually curious to see the final result.
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Upon opening the cell door, his eyes momentarily lit up.
Wow…
He would definitely have to thank Alfred for his obvious efforts.
The Joker was leaning with his back against the wall opposite the door in a nice new dark grey-blue dress shirt and dark silk tie, arms crossed. Purple slacks were replaced with an ink black and the dusty shoes traded in for something darker and more polished. It would appear that Alfred had managed to get a comb through the normally disheveled wavy locks, which were slicked back to reveal the man’s amused expression. The dark-eyed man smiled, revealing curiously pearly whites.
Damn, his manservant had even convinced the criminal to sit still long enough to be subjected to a good teeth cleaning and whitening.
He didn’t have time to observe the man’s most glorious transformation as he stepped toward him, adjusting his collar. He took note of the manicured hands as they adjusted the collar. The Joker walked straight up to him and then leaned forward, tilting his head so that his face was just beneath the other man’s jaw and inhaled deep, Bruce watching him out of the corner of his eye uncomfortably.
“Oooh…. you smell delicious.”
At this distance, his senses became aware of the faint cologne-like scent coming from the criminal. It was mixed with some sweet-smelling salon quality product.
He cleared his throat. It smelled good on the man... nevertheless...
“Ahem… back up,” Bruce warned, pushing the masquerade mask a little between his eyes so that it was a little more snug against his features.
“Hmph…” The Joker took a step back, looking indignant. He then looked down at himself once before returning the man’s gaze, spreading his arms with palms up with an expectant look. “So… How do I look?” he smiled as he tilted his head to the left.
“Better,” the stern man admit, motioning for him to turn around. “Now hold still, while I put the blindfold on. We’re leaving.”
“Ahh… Its about time.”
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It was a gorgeous day, he observed. Visibility was great and the sun was warm on his skin. A few cotton-resembling cumulus drifted overhead, periodically casting cool shadows over the hill. About fifteen minutes into the walk along the expansive stretch of Wayne-owned property, he had deemed it safe to remove the man’s blindfold. He looked to his side at the man. The Joker walked pensively, hands in his pockets as he followed curiously, anxious to know where they would rest. They kept a casual pace, reaching the first hill in a very comfortable half hour. After trudging up the formation for a few minutes, the open space was gradually consumed by small bush-like foliage that grew to a height of several feet on either side, creating a grassy carpeted path down the center. It reminded him of the property around his grandmother’s old estate in the south. Wordlessly, he continued through it, pausing a moment into his walk as he noted the absence of footsteps behind him. He turned to find The Joker picking curiously at a plant in the bushes.
“What are you doing…” he asked, burying his annoyance.
Finding little amusement, the lithe man turned back to the path, thrusting his hands back into his dark pockets.
“Oh, nothing, Bats,” he walked straight up to him before adding, “Shall we?”
Bruce shook his head hopelessly as they continued on. They walked on for nearly twenty minutes, before the business man paused at the sound of suppressed laughter. He turned slowly to the man just three feet behind him, looking away with a giggle. He stopped completely, clearly confused.
“What is it now,” he demanded to know. The Joker shook his head as he gathered his composure, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie.
“It’s nothing,” he flashed him a simple smile. “Just thinking of something funny…”
Content with his answer, Bruce trailed on until the foliage became a little more sparse. They eventually came to a grassier clearing, surrounded by smaller, less intimidating foliage. About a dozen yards north of his position, the trees gave way to another rolling green hill that was scattered with little flowers. He knew many women who would have loved to have accompany him here to enjoy the privacy and tranquility of the property on this picturesque day. He sighed, looking at the man who was examining a small tree to his right. It was almost embarrassing to think that he was sharing this beautiful day with the likes of him.
He unrolled the thin large pale blue flannel picnic blanket that they would sit upon, spreading it neatly over the warm grass. Once he was satisfied with its position, he set the basket in the center of it and proceeded to unpack it.
He half expected to find peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a carton of juice. That would have been amusing and likely awarded his butler a word with him. Instead, he was pleased by the neat arrangement of perfectly sliced deli sandwiches. He did a double take as his eyes glossed over the medium-sized bottle of his best wine nestled into the corner. So, Alfred had a sense of humor after all…
The warm breeze that blew by carried a pleasant floral scent, likely from the little red and yellow flowers that littered the side of the hill adjacent. He carefully unpacked the neat little meal, flipping the basket and using it as a table, all the while pondering the absurdity of the entire situation. He couldn't help stealing glances from the man the entire man. He looked so good it was abnormal. If had decided to go into the city with him, he was certain that not even the commissioner would have recognized him looking so...
His thoughts were interrupted as The Joker rose and came to sit closer to him with a smile. Bruce looked away as he couldn’t help but analyze their history. They’d been enemies ever since the happy criminal had shown up in Gotham. On several occasions in the past year they had exchanged blows at the climax of their very frequent cat and mouse games. Each time, Bruce had held back just a little from beating the man to a pulp. If someone had told him that just a little over a year from his first encounter with him that they’d be sharing a picnic basket on his property that was put together by none other than Alfred, he would have laughed it off.
He discreetly pinched himself once as The Joker peered over at the meal. No, it wasn’t a dream.
The dark eyed man smiled wide with excitement as his eyes glossed over the dark wine bottle. He looked up at his captor.
“Ohh Bats…” his sarcasm was evident. “You shouldn’t have…”
The businessman turned away from him to open the bottle carefully, muttering quietly to himself through clenched teeth, “I didn’t…”
He had just finished piecing together the plastic wine cups and had begun to fill them when he registered the sound of the other man smacking his lips. He looked up, The Joker wiping his mouth after having already consumed half a sandwich.
“Mmm…that was rather tasty…” he remarked as the other man simply raised a brow at him. The Joker leaned closer to see the bottle. “What kind of wine is it?” he inquired as he watched him pour the dark liquid into the fancy plastic. The refreshing sound of the liquid splashing into the wine-glass shaped plastic was enough to make him salivate, eagerly awaiting a taste.
“It’s a classic wine,” Bruce turned the bottle carefully, pressing his lips together as he noted the impressive date. Alfred could have chosen something a little less expensive…He probably did it just to piss him off for making him responsible for the madman’s appearance on such short notice. He looked back up at his company. “It’s a red-wine, imported from France,” he added.
The Joker calmly grabbed the cup. It wasn’t every day that he was allowed this little luxury and God knew from his days at Arkham that it was something he had been strictly denied. He lifted the drink and put it to his lips. Tilting it, his nostrils immediately took note of the slightly sour but fruity aroma. As soon as the cool dark berry-colored liquid touched his lips he parted them, allowing it to slide into his mouth. It was tart at first but velvety smooth with just the right amount of a black cherry undertone and a faint tangy after taste to it. He allowed it to linger in the back of his throat for a moment before swallowing it, liking the feeling of warmth that spread through him as it trailed down his esophagus. The warmth increased as he took a few more gulps and he couldn’t help but smile as he came to the conclusion that it was a little strong.
Bruce watched the man drink with slight interest. He seemed to be enjoying the wine. The Joker took a bigger sip, the dark liquid clinging to his lower lip a moment. Bruce's eyes narrowed, gaze fixed on the man's gleaming mouth. He suddenly had the urge to taste the wine that had wet his lips.
Disgusted, he pushed the thought from his mind.
The Joker licked his lips, seeming oblivious. He definitely liked this wine. After several moments of silence, he looked over at the masked man that was sipping his drink quietly just as he’d averted his gaze from him and toward the beautiful land.
“So, tell me,” he moved carefully to lean on his left side and half turned to him, left elbow pressing into the blanket as he leaned his face into his left palm, right still grasping his drink. “Why are you so gung-ho about finding that weapon?”
Bruce glanced at him once.
“I do what has to be done,” he explained.
“Ha ha ha….” the dark-eyed man chuckled. “You don’t have to do it…” he took a minute to savor a little more of his drink. “It doesn’t even belong to you. What do you care what I did with it?”
Bruce finished the small bite left to his sandwich before continuing.
“I care about what it can do. I care that if left in the wrong hands, innocent people could end up dead.”
“Hmm…” The Joker looked away for several seconds. “You mean you care about these so-called innocent people that don’t even like you?”
“You obviously don’t.”
The fairer-skinned man tossed back the rest of his glass, reaching forward and helping himself to the bottle as he carefully poured himself another.
“You’re right, Bats,” his voice was rough. “I don’t. I wouldn’t waste my time with those ignorant people. But you…” he motioned toward him with his drink “..are so much more interesting…”
“I doubt that…” he spoke quietly.
The other man took another swallow before setting his glass down, wiping the moisture from his forehead, face beginning to flush from the alcohol.
“You make me smile,” he admit.
Bruce looked over at him cautiously. He looked so much more alive with that pleasant shade of pink on his cheeks. “Everything makes you smile,” he corrected him, eyes going to his scarred mouth.
The playful criminal exhaled as he threw back the rest of the glass, reaching for the bottle again. Bruce saw fit to grab it, holding it out of his reach for a few seconds. He sat up and crawled over to him, reaching across the man’s chest for all of three seconds before withdrawing. Instantly, the dark-eyed man’s expression went from content to angry as his brows drew down, left corner of his mouth raising in a particularly nasty sneer. “I only intend to have two more glasses…” he explained with a bit of spite in his voice. Bruce pulled the loose cork himself and surprised him by tilting the bottle over the man’s cup, filling it half-way.
“Good. Because you’ll be holding onto the ground for dear life if you try to finish this bottle. You’re obviously tipsy and we’ve only been sitting here little more than half an hour.”
Seeing his point, the felon accepted his reduced portion, anger fading from his features as he sat just a few inches from him.
“Whatever…” he rolled his eyes. As The Joker took his third cup a little slower, Bruce pulled two small styrofoam containers from behind the basket, pushing one toward the man.
“Oooooh… Let me guess…” The Joker grabbed the square container. “Cake?”
Bruce nodded, watching as the man untapped the lid. The sweet citrusy scent of lemon wafted over to him, prompting him to open his own treat.
“It smells good,” the businessman found himself commenting as he picked up the little plastic fork in the container and dug into his dessert. He didn’t realize he’d been enjoying the silence until the paler man spoke.
“So, what do you say we go to the docks and see how many tires we can spot in the water?” he inquired. Bruce nearly choked on his cake. He hoped the man was drunk to even think of something that pointless.
He turned to the man, eyes narrowed. “No.”
The Joker was silent for two more minutes before suggesting, “What about fishing?”
Bruce took his time swallowing his cake before replying, “No.”
He heard the other man sigh.
“What about boating?”
“No.”
“Camping?”
“No.”
“The casino?”
“No.”
“Skinny dipping?”
Bruce turned to the other man, taking his cup from him. It was obvious the man had consumed too much.
Hell no…. he thought.
“Never.”
The dark-eyed man crossed his hands behind his head as he lay on his back, looking up at the pretty evening sky. Bruce had all but moved on from the man’s random suggestions when he suddenly spoke.
“What’s the matter, Bats. Am I too boring for you?”
The businessman raised a brow.
More like crazy…
“You don't even know what you want, much less who you are,” he stated.
“Hmm…” The Joker turned his face away with a smirk. “C’mere…” he beckoned.
“Why…” the stern man demanded an answer.
“Because I asked you to.”
“..And you think I should jump when you call?”
“No, but you don’t see me questioning everything you ask of me. Hmph…” his tone was taunting, “You locked me in a cell for the past month, blind folded me and fed me cake that could have been poisoned. I trusted your….. intentions.”
Bruce sighed as he crawled over to the man’s side, feeling uncomfortable as he looked down at him, a warm breeze blowing by. The Joker looked up at him with a bored expression.
“Okay, I’m ready,” he announced.
Bruce leaned closer, the look of confusion back on his features.
“Ready for what?”
“Ready for you to stop lying to yourself. You’ve been giving me funny looks since you led me up here,” he glanced around. “Wherever here is…”
“No, I haven’t,” he quickly refuted.
“Now who’s the liar?” he smiled.
“You’re crazy. Or drunk. Perhaps both…”
The Joker sat up slowly, hands dropping to his sides.
“Listen carefully,” he advised, voice softening. “Actually, close your eyes. You’ll hear me better.”
Bruce reluctantly closed his eyes, concentrating on the fragrant air that breezed through from the hill beyond. Then came The Joker’s voice.
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d be watching you closely,” he began. “And do you wanna know what I noticed?”
Bruce's brows furrowed, eyes still closed as he concentrated on hearing the man.
No.
“You’re going to tell me whether I care or not,” he concluded.
The other man laughed softly.
“I notice that you check me out when you think I’m not looking. Pretty often.”
“Nonsense.”
“Those serious eyes gloss over me at least once a night. And today….” he moved close, careful not to touch him, “…they were on my mouth, which I’m sure you recall from experience, felt pretty good wrapped around your cock.”
Bruce lowered his voice.
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I don’t. You see, I wouldn't mind doing that again with you…”
“I-”
He lowered his voice to that of a whisper.
“No one has to know…”
“I’ll bet..”
“It's okay, Bats. I know you want it,” he stated, breath heavy. “I see the way you look at me…and it doesn’t bother me," he shrugged his shoulders, "so why does it bother you?” his hand glossed over the bulge in his pants once as he spoke, voice breathy. “If you want to touch me… you’re welcome to,” he invited him. Bruce kept his eyes shut, realizing the man was so close that he could feel the heat rising from his flushed skin.
“I never said I wanted to-”
“You didn’t seem so against it when you called out my name a few nights ago… In fact, you looked like you were enjoying yourself…A lot…”
“You’re-”
“I’m waiting for you to come to your senses… or rather…for your senses to make you come…”
Bruce opened his eyes slowly, taken aback by the utter look of desire on the other man’s face.
“C’mon, Bats… Let me have one kiss before the sun sets?” he asked. “That’s all,” The Joker’s eyes fluttered as he leaned forward a little more, Bruce doing the same. He stopped short, forcing the other man to unconsciously close the distance. Bruce closed his eyes as he brushed his lips tentatively against the corner of the man’s mouth once before pulling back an inch.
“Satisfied?” his voice was quiet.
“It was practically on my cheek. You can do better than that…” The Joker encouraged. “C’mon…”
Bruce sighed in pleasure as he leaned in again, feeling a little bolder as his mouth landed on the criminal’s. He parted his lips slowly, the paler man doing the same. The Joker's mouth was warm he noted as his lips closed over his. He leaned into the kiss a little more, his movements becoming more exploratory as he nipped at the man's lower lip. The Joker's breathing had deepened as he submit to the sensations welling up inside of him.
The more Bruce kissed the pale man before him, the more distant the thought of pulling back became.
The stern man nearly melted when he felt a hot wet tongue slide against his own and he opened up to the kiss. He felt himself moving forward to keep the contact, unaware that he’d followed him to the ground. He landed atop him with a soft groan.
The Joker moaned as his nemesis kissed him deeply, mouth closing over his own again and again… When the opportunity presented itself, the pale man turned his face away from the contact and waited, eyes drowsy with pleasure. Bruce closed the distance himself once more without thinking, his nemesis smiling slyly into his mouth.
That was the sign...
He pulled away again, breathing heavily as the other man moved to his neck, breathing in his sweet scent for a moment before moving back to his mouth for another taste. The situation intensified as Bruce found himself grasping at the other man's clothing.
"Bats..." The Joker moved away from the kiss, grabbing his hands calmly, but firmly.
"Yeah..."
"I only wanted a kiss," he smiled.
Realizing what he'd been doing, Bruce backed off of the man quickly, clearing his throat with embarrassment. Without another word, he pulled out his communicator, signaling for Alfred to return. He then proceeded to gather the evidence of their little picnic dazedly, The Joker making no move to help as he lay on his back, watching the light of day gradually dim.
Within moments he was finished and they were headed back down the path as the sun began to set. The Joker was chattier than he'd expected, however nothing the man said even remotely made it into his thoughts. He could have told him the location of the last three pieces and he wouldn't have remembered. His thoughts were still scrambled in his brain as he looked down at the ground wordlessly.
By the end of his social call, Bruce was ready to blow. And the worst part of it was the simple fact that The Joker hadn't even made a move toward him sexually the entire time.
He shook his head as he reached the bottom of the path, feeling uncomfortable as he realized what happened.
He’d been the one to make the first move this time. He'd been the one to lean in for a simple little kiss and end up pinning the pale man to the ground for an impromptu game of tonsil-hockey. He looked toward the end of the path pensively, face still blushing profusely.
He glanced over at the man who was now humming to himself content, eyes on the road ahead and he wondered about what would happen.
His desires were obviously out in the open, which would predictably make things even harder. He closed his eyes for a second with a silent prayer as they reached the next hill.
God help him...
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