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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: New lemony fan art on my batman/joker page: http://www.myspace.com/thecakegames
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The following night, after helping The Batman to recover the next two pieces, The Joker found himself pondering his situation.

It started out as a game. Of course, everything did to the man in the purple suit. It had been simple at first. The object? To hopelessly seduce his greatest enemy in the most effective manner. He knew it was possible the moment he laid eyes on him again over a month ago. The obvious glances, the restraint and mystery. He knew that the stern man was hiding something. Under the guise of aid, he would assist Batman in recovering the hidden pieces of the weapon while slyly forcing the man to uncover his own true nature. The thought was so simple it was almost funny.

However, as he found himself being helped back into his cell and led to sit down on the couch, he knew that it was a game he’d never had any interest in playing with anyone ever before. The game itself had its own rewards, he speculated. As a result of his little game, he found himself privileged to be the only one able to witness his match in wits, his idol and his mortal enemy in such an amusing new light. As his back hit the couch, he sat up a little. He felt nimble fingers tug at the fabric wrapped around his eyes, undoing the knot. The smooth fabric loosened and then caressed his skin as the other man slipped it from around his temples to return his sight. He looked over at the man.

And what a sight…

He watched his adversary as he finished wrapping up the blindfold and tucking it into a pocket on his hip, gaze softening.

He stole a quick glance from the other man. As much as he wanted to spend a little more time with him, Bruce dutifully put a little more urgency into his routine. He could still clearly see the image of the bat signal in his mind. He disappeared from the cell for several minutes before returning with a cool glass of water for the man. He then turned to leave.

The Joker sat up with an oddly disappointed look on his face.

“Leaving so soon?”

The masked man turned to acknowledge him.

“Duty calls…” he explained before walking toward the exit. The other man jumped from the couch, racing before him to stand between him and the door, arms outstretched.

Bruce rolled his eyes.

“I don’t have time for this. I have a job to do.”

An angry crease formed between the other man’s brows.

“Your job… is to keep your word and sit here and chat with me,” he declared.

“I have to go,” he said firmly, raising his voice. “Move aside.”

The Joker refused to budge, Bruce steadily losing his patience. Hell, the other man had never cared before how lengthy or brief his visits. Besides, he concluded, those big dark eyes were just a distraction. He swallowed. A distraction he could not afford to have. “I don’t have time for this…” he reached forward, grabbing the pale man by his shoulders roughly, The Joker wrestled out of his grasp.

“Hey, not so rough…” he complained.

“Move.”

“No.”

Unwilling to waste anymore time, he pulled back with his right fist, holding it low and then swinging up quickly, catching the man square in the stomach. The Joker crumpled to the floor looking particularly agitated.

“Bastard…” he ground out as Bruce rushed past him, cape billowing. His fairly hurt expression would have stopped another man. However, the masked man quickly exited without another thought.

He’d get over it…

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Several moments later, Bruce was well on his way to the commissioner in full gear. The night was less humid than the previous he noted as he neared his target. He glided over to the top of the building with the spotlight, putting the thoughts of The Joker out of his mind. He had been feeling a little guilty ever since leaving the man doubled over on the floor of his cell just moments after the man had made good on his word. But still, nothing would stand in the way of him and his much needed service to the public.

The cool night air blowing against his face was invigorating and he almost wished he didn’t need the full mask. What he wouldn’t give to simply cast it aside and feel that wind sift through his short hair. He righted his body, letting his synthetic wings loosen as the wind released him.

He landed quietly upon the roof, steadily approaching the commissioner. He licked his lips. It was time to focus.

The man was standing with his hands on his hips, looking out and over at an adjacent building. His dark suit-jacket hung open, ruffling lightly in the wind against his tan dress shirt. His tie flapped periodically in the wind. The crime-fighter stopped just yards from him, waiting several seconds for the older man to notice his presence.

The older man turned to him curiously.

“Ah. Finally.”

The dark figure nodded, voice low and rough. “What’s going on?”

“Let’s make this quick. A few nights ago we recovered a few bodies from the meat-packing district. Would you happen to know anything about that?” he cocked his head, giving him his best look of intimidation. Through the man’s hardened exterior, he could still see the fatigue in the commissioner’s eyes. He was clearly working overtime.

He bit back a sigh. The commissioner had called him here for this? It was likely that The Joker had something to do with it, but it was nothing any of the department could really prove. Regardless, he offered up a simple explanation: The truth.

“The Joker had an episode. He’s under control. It’s fine.”

The older man shook his head. “We’ll let Arkham determine that. I want to know what the hell happened?”

Batman remained stoic.

“It’s complicated.”
He immediately pictured what had happened that night before concluding that 'It's complicated' was a significantly better explanation than telling the other man that The Joker had killed a few dealers for peeking at his hand during a card game....

“Well keep a better watch over him,” the commissioner urged.

“Is that all?”

“No. I wanted to warn you.” the older man glanced around once. “Keep an eye out for officer Jacobs Warner. He’s a little impervious to change and he’s come under a lot of suspicion lately. I’m not too sure about his intentions.”

“Fine.”

The older man rubbed his forehead pensively before inquiring.

“What of the device? Have you made anymore progress on the last few pieces?”

Batman nodded slightly.

“The other two pieces are waiting for you in a black box on the roof of Gotham’s public library. You’ll have the last one soon. Try to keep Jacobs off my back so I can work.”

“I’ll do my best,” the older man nodded as he turned partially toward the view of the quiet streets below. “I know its against policy to acknowledge it, but we do appreciate what you’ve done so far for this city,” he breathed in the cool night breeze, knowing that the dark figure behind him had already disappeared.

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By the time he had finished scouting the city for trouble and had finally returned to change into something more casual, it was already fairly late.

He would have gone to sleep already had not his prisoner still been on his mind.

He wanted to apologize for being so impatient with him but wondered if it was even worth it. At about 4:00 am he had been wrestling with the idea for nearly twenty minutes, eyes periodically glossing over at the elevator to his far right as he sat on a stool in the corner. He was clad in his typical button up dress shirt that was tucked into his dark slacks. A nice slice of white cake with butterscotch cream was sitting beside him on a blue plate. He knew that Alfred had gone to bed already. That meant that the coast was clear. He put his head in his hands, thumbs rubbing his temples in aggravation. He couldn’t comprehend why he was even considering going back down there.

What would he do once he was down there?

What would he even say to the man?

He wanted to see The Joker again, just for a moment before he retired to bed, but he knew that that went against the implied rules. Up until now, The Joker had only been allotted specific visits from him regarding information and little else. Could casually going down into the basement to see him create a problem?

After several moments his mind was made up.

Once more…

He would see him just once more before everything became strictly business again. He didn’t quite know what he would say to the man, but hopefully he would find his words once he was in his presence.

He paused a minute after stepping off of the elevator and adjusted his mask with one hand, the other holding the plate of cake carefully.

There wasn’t anything wrong with wanting to check in on the other man, right? That’s all that he would be doing, nothing more. He walked along the dimly lit smoothed stone and toward the heavy cell door to his right. He took a minute to stop before it. There was nothing wrong with going back in there. Besides, it was his house. Why should he be afraid? He could come and go as he pleased. Keeping that in mind he reached up to the small panel on the right and keyed in the password. Taking a deep breath, he reached forward and opened the door slowly.

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The only thing on was the television. Bruce raised a brow at the site. It was nothing important he noted as he recognized the infomercials. Just useless products and bad actors. The screen cast a glow of light throughout the small dark room and it took a minute for his eyes to adjust.

He tried to appear casual as he glanced around the room to locate his prisoner. He was relieved to find him reclining on the couch as the door closed behind him. The mischievous man sat up slowly with a knowing smile at his unexpected entry.

“Mmmm…..” his voice was drowsy as he pushed a few strands of hair from his face. “What brings you here?” his smile widened. “Can’t sleep, Bats?”

The usually strict man cleared his throat as he walked up to him and then sat down beside him on the couch, the outlaw watching his every move.

“I just wanted to come here…” he stated.

“Oh? And why’s that?” The Joker waited anxiously for his response.

“To see how you were doing.”

The long-haired man laughed lightly. “Ohhh Bats…” he shook his head. “I’m no waif. A blow to the stomach wont kill me.” he reached for the remote, turning the volume up a little more to the channel that was already on. There were senseless late-night advertisements for cleaning products aimed at mothers that had already fallen asleep to the sound of their whining infants. Nothing of even acute interest.

He frowned, averting his attention to the crime-fighter.

“By the way, I wanted to formally apologize for…”

The Joker kept his dark eyes locked on his foe’s, anxious to know what he had to say.

“For?” he made a strange click noise by sucking his inner cheek against his teeth. It was a motion that Bruce had concluded long ago was just one of the man’s many strange habits.

“For, earlier,” he handed him the cake. The Joker took the plate casually, immediately cutting a slice off and slipping it into his mouth. He almost lost his train of thought as the smooth, sweet butterscotch slipped around his taste buds.

“Mmmm…..And?”

“And what?”

The Joker took a moment to savor a few more bites before continuing. “C’mon, handsome. I’m no fool. I know why you REALLY came down here…”

Bruce swallowed.

“No, you don’t.”

The amused felon sat the cake down on the table and turned to him completely, reaching forward with his right index and pressing it gently against his mouth to hush him.

He didn’t need to say anymore.

He knew why he had come to visit, even if he was reluctant to admit it. Hell, a blind man could tell.

The Joker smiled at the other man’s oddly humiliated expression. He couldn’t understand why his archenemy looked so completely ashamed. Hell, he’d never been ashamed of doing anything his entire life. Batman had the look of a boy that wanted to ask for something that he knew he couldn’t have. His shoulders were a little more tensed as he turned toward him and it was then that The Joker concluded: Beneath that strong and silent façade was a young man forced to face his true feelings and steadily becoming more terrified the more he uncovered.

For the first time during their interactions, Bruce greeted the man with eyes downcast.

The Joker watched him with that frightful sort of understanding in his calm, dark eyes. Bruce glanced up at him and averted his gaze numerous times before The Joker saw fit to finally reach up with both hands, cupping his face.

“What is it?” he cocked his head slowly with a slight smile, “Afraid to look at me?” he inquired.

Bruce took a deep breath before lifting his gaze to meet those seductive dark eyes. He felt a flutter of emotion from within as The Joker moved forward a little, lips brushing against his. Bruce’s heart was pounding in his chest as he initially resisted accepting the kiss, brows furrowed in frustration as he pulled back a little. The paler man was persistent as he held his face firm between his warm palms, swooping in for another kiss.

“No…” Bruce whispered. This was a test. This was a test that he could pass if he could just say no to his desire.

The other man pulled back an inch, brow raised.

“Sorry?” he gave him a doubtful look.

“I said, no…” Bruce repeated, voice a little louder. “I came here to….Because I wanted…”

The Joker smoothed a few strands of hair out of his face and back before declaring, “I will tolerate bad jokes. I will tolerate waiting for hours and being blind-folded wherever I go. But if there’s one thing I will NOT tolerate, its being teased…”

Bruce’s brows drew down slightly.

“Teased? But you…”

“You came here for this,” The Joker interrupted him with a kiss, his attempt to subdue him violently rebuked by a hard shove back.

He sat back a moment, looking oddly excited as he gazed at the man. He was getting tired of Batman bossing him around both verbally and physically…

Bruce never even saw it coming. The next thing the businessman knew, there was a pain on the left side of his face, his hand coming up to his face to ghost over the reddening flesh that was exposed just beneath the mask that The Joker’s palm had connected with. His eyes widened at the thought that the man had finally hit him back.

His expression turned menacing before he lunged at the man, grabbing him by the lapels of his shirt and bringing his face just inches from his own.

His apology was now void…

The Joker’s eyes fluttered as his hands came up to his foe’s, rubbing his wrists in a nonthreatening fashion.

“I don’t want to fight now…” The pale man announced.

“Conveniently after you’ve already hit me…”

“Well,” he began, “I don’t think you came here to fight…”

Bruce’s eyes began to calm as his prisoner lifted his hand to his face, caressing the smooth skin slowly. “Well hey, you did hit me first.” he shrugged his shoulders. “Forget it, let’s not fight, tonight…” The Joker suggested as he leaned forward, resting his head against the vigilante’s shoulder.

Bruce’s eyes widened in shock and confusion as he allowed the anger to leave him. He felt the other man sigh against him and his hold on him loosened.

This was certainly odd…

The Joker lifted his head suddenly and moved his face closer to his. Before the short-haired man could protest, The Joker rubbed his lips against the angry skin tentatively, testing his response. Bruce made no move to stop him. The criminal pressed a few tender kisses against the rosy flesh before gradually making his way to his mouth. After a bit of delay, he pressed his lips to his adversary’s, reveling in the startled breath the action awarded him. The kiss lasted roughly four seconds, however time seemed to stand still as he slowly withdrew a little. The Joker’s hands cupped the man’s face, their foreheads touching gently as the small space between them was filled with the sound of the other trying to catch their breath.

Bruce closed his eyes and simply breathed, a look of worry still frozen on his face.

The Joker reached forward a little more, letting his hand sift back through the soft locks soothingly.

“It’s okay, Bats…” he whispered, almost as if he were afraid that raising his voice might cause the light-eyed man to leave. Bruce shook his head, eyes still closed as The Joker’s mouth closed in on his once again, drowning out any protest. The criminal slipped his arms around his back, pulling him down against him. “Its okay to touch me..” he encouraged.

The masked man straddled him nervously, right hand coming up to smooth through his wavy locks.

“C’mon,” The Joker beckoned, eyes heavily lidded. “Kiss me.”

Bruce hesitated, The Joker smiling kindly. “This’ll make up for your unwarranted abuse,” he pulled him down until his mouth was just centimeters from his own. Bruce was reluctant to close the distance at first. The Joker sighed impatiently, his tongue coming out and flicking against the man’s lower lip with a lustful moan.

“You’ll like it, I promise,” The Joker declared.

Bruce parted his lips and then pressed them to his foe’s, exhaling in delight. Several moments later, he pulled back, resting his weight over the man. Words couldn’t describe the pleasure he felt being so close to him. They sat there in the silence for a good minute before the pale man spoke.

“Would you like to have some more fun?” he asked, voice quiet. Bruce looked up at him.

“I….” The Joker’s hand coming up to rub against the bulge in his pants interrupted his thoughts.

“What would make you feel good…? It’s alright. You can say it…”

Bruce struggled to find his words, eyes fighting to stay open as the man undid his pants, reaching beneath the fabric and massaging him.

“Ohh…” he was instantly harder than he’d ever been.

“It’s okay. Tell me what you want… what you need…”

Bruce fought to get a handle on his emotions. His thoughts were a pile of mush, his words incoherent. It was an effort for him to speak above a whisper.

“I…… I want... for you to….” he squeezed his eyes shut at the motions the criminal’s hand made over his practically pulsing erection. God, could the man stop touching him just for a minute so that he might be able to get a clear sentence out?

He sighed before leaning down and tilting his head, lips pressing against the man’s jaw, mouth close to his ear.

“I….. Jack…Please….”

The Joker reveled in the man’s current state. Clearly, he was highly aroused. The Batman could barely think, he could barely focus..let alone speak and it was all because of him. Listening to the man try to talk through all of the arousing involuntary moans was like music to his ears.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, voice playfully suspicious.

The other man’s voice wavered in his ear.

“N-..No….”

The Joker smiled. It was settled then. He sat up quickly, making the other man lean back until he could position himself above him. “Then let’s have a little fun…” he suggested as he freed the other man’s erection, licking his hand before lowering it to the hard flesh and pumping it a few times.

He smiled at the other man’s whimpered protest as he halted a moment to loosen his own pants, grabbing the other man by the wrist and holding it against his own erection. Bruce simply stared at his own hand over the bulge for several seconds before he rubbed at the stiff organ hesitantly, feeling uncomfortable.

“Don’t be shy…” The Joker whispered. Bruce carefully tugged the other man’s pants down to his thighs before gently grasping his freed erection. He found a little more confidence when The Joker turned his face away with a gasp, right hand going down over his as he pressed against him. .

“You see…how easy that is…..” he reached down, working the other man’s erection in return. He sighed in pleasure, bending down and frenching him.

Bruce reached up with his left hand to bring the man closer. The pleasant sensations seemed to travel straight to his brain and he moaned softly, parting his lips to taste him. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he still tasted like the cake that had been all but forgotten.

He couldn’t get enough of the sly man as he kissed him a little more urgently, right hand jerking him off.

He kind of liked the feel of rubbing the smooth heated skin over the stiffer flesh. He particularly liked the moan the other man made when his thumb circled the head.

“Ugh, Yeah… like that, Bats…”

Bruce found himself intrigued by the little reactions he was able to coax from the other man. Up until about a month ago, he would have never imagined the man as a sexual being at all. At first he was just a basket-case…. a scarred psycho with a taste for robbery and murder. But now…. he knew that there was something more… Even if it wasn’t perfect, there was still something there…and it made him unique.

The other man groaned, drawing his attention. The Joker’s eyes were closed now, lips parted as his breathing deepened.

Bruce almost forgot his own pleasure as he watched the man’s face. There was a slight crease between his brows and he looked like he was concentrating. Carefully, he continued to work the man until he sensed his urgency, guided by his breathing patterns. The Joker leaned back a little.

“Do you really want the last piece to the weapon?” he asked, voice breathy.

“Yes…” Bruce whispered.

“Well, there’s only one way…. I’ll agree to give it to you.”

Bruce closed his eyes as his release hit him and he went rigid for a moment, spilling his seed into the man’s hand with a groan. After a few moments he untensed as he found his voice, remembering to pleasure his partner.

“What is it this time..” he spoke softly, curious to know The Joker’s plans this time.

“I’ll give it to you…” The pale man explained as he leaned forward, mouth close to his ear, “once you….” his voice gave way as he was rocked by his own orgasm and he came into his adversary’s palm with a whimper. He turned to lock lips with him once more during his climax before collapsing against him..

Bruce allowed him a few moments to recover before encouraging him to continue.

“You’ll give it to me once I..what?”

The Joker slowly lifted his face from the man’s neck to hold his gaze.

“Once you… give yourself to me.”

Bruce’s eyes flew open and he looked at the man with wide eyes. Surely he had not heard what he thought he did.

“W…. what?”

“I want you to give yourself to me, Bats. For one night I want you to forget about all of your rules and do what you’ve been wanting to do to me for a long time now…”

Bruce wanted to shut the man’s words out as he continued to voice the very thoughts he’d been trying to suppress.

“…Let go of that sense of right and wrong… let go of that fear of the unknown and… do what it is I know you want to do with me….” The Joker sighed.

Bruce’s thoughts were crashing together in his subconscious.

The Joker wasn’t going to say what he’d been thinking of. His eyes zoomed in on the man’s lips as they parted.

Don’t say it…

The Joker shook his head hopelessly at his enemy.

Please don’t say it…

“Just fuck me already…”

Oh god…

The masked man was speechless and his eyes widened. Of all of the things The Joker could have asked for. He could have asked him to reveal his identity and it still wouldn’t have had the same effect.

His request he knew was not only serious, but completely went against his rules. Of course on the one hand, he ached to know what it would feel like. He ached to know what he would feel like….

He wanted to… but then again he didn’t.

He couldn’t do it… but then again he had to…

He had to do it if he wanted to end their necessary interactions.

He felt for sure that his mind was literally spinning in his skull. How would he even be able to pull that off? He’d never had intercourse with a man before. Hell, he’d never wanted to. But The Joker….

He bit his bottom lip. Was it insane to consider it? No, worse. He was already insane because he wanted it, because he could already feel himself stiffening just imagining what it would be like. He sat up, pushing the man off of him and fixing his clothes. The Joker was watching him with that same sardonic smile as he watched him put himself back together.

“Give yourself some time, Bats…” the paler man smiled as he slowly zipped his pants, brow raised. “I’m not going anywhere…”

Bruce washed his hands quickly in the small bathroom, checking his appearance once before making a beeline for the exit. He had to get out of there and clear his head. He needed to go upstairs and pretend he hadn’t heard the man’s offer. He needed to break away from this strangely sensual spell that the criminal had surreptitiously cast over him.

In the end, that’s all it was. It was just a spell, a phase, an infatuation, a release...

He didn’t REALLY want to fuck the man……………

His nerves were still a wreck as he stared dazedly at the wall of the elevator before reaching the first level and he swallowed.

…..Did he?...
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