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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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Author Note: My characterization of The Joker, recently came up so to help the readers, I wrote a full analysis of my interpretation and how it was intended to be applied. It is the only blog on my fan site for anyone curious: www.myspace.com/thecakegames

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With his emotions in tow, it was only natural that being in The Joker’s presence would only serve to feed on the other man’s conscious. The criminal may have agreed to give him time to think about when he would fulfill the final agreement, but even he was prone to growing impatient. Exactly one week after his final proposal, The Joker had offered up a complimentary deal. In exchange for more of the time that Batman obviously needed in order for him to be able to take that final step, he requested a little time out at night with his dark idol in the hopes that he would make up his mind soon.

The first night had gone pretty decent. There was little crime to contend with and so Bruce was able to come back early into the night and discreetly escort the disturbed man from his cell and down to the old property. It had felt like mission impossible as he quickly devised a plan to avoid Alfred’s questions and sneak out of the mansion with his prisoner by his side, small brown shopping bag in one hand.

He wasn’t afraid of Alfred in the least, but did feel the need to protect him from his personal decisions. The last thing he wanted right now was for the old man to be sitting up late at night worrying about him. He glanced up at the dark mansion as he led his blind-folded prisoner to the back and went to retrieve one of his less flashy two-doors vehicles…

It had taken some time and he had almost missed a turn, but once at the old property, Bruce was in familiar territory. He helped the man out of the car and then removed his blindfold. The Joker’s eyes had little time to adjust before Bruce shoved a flashlight into his hands and then headed off to the left.

If he remembered correctly, there was a very tall old building up there somewhere that resembled a lighthouse. It was only about a quarter of a mile from the remains of the old Wayne guest house. Back when he was a child, he’d loved racing up the spiraling stairs of the building and to the old stone floor room at the top to get a view over the trees during the warm days.

The soft thud of The Joker’s steps behind him eased him slightly as he pressed on through dark foliage, his light guiding his sight. Within moments they had reached the clearing and were standing before the small stone structure. The masked man shone his flashlight up and down the old stone wall once. He felt himself smile with a familiar joy at the memory of this place. At the top of the structure was a useless room by nature but it had always held some sort of fascination for him. Aside from it being what his parents would have considered far from the house, he’d always thought of it as his own little home… His little secret place…

The Joker followed him curiously as he produced a small key and opened the arched red door. Feeling around the wall first, he tugged on a small string and an old bulb that looked entirely too dusty to work, crackled to life, illuminating the spiral stairs that circled it.

The Joker stared at the light for a few moments before his gaze travelled up to the top. His company was already above him and had turned to look down.

“Stop dawdling and start climbing.”

The Joker smiled and obliged, ascending the first of many steps.

A few moments later they were at the top, Bruce already fiddling with the key to the one door as the other man reached the top. He rattled the old wood door just a little before pushing it in. He then reached around the left side of the wall and another faint bulb sparked to life, sending the space aglow. It was roughly twenty by twenty feet and smelled slightly of damp earth. He sighed thankfully. It didn’t look too bad for having been abandoned for so long. In the center of the room was the old olive green rug he remembered so fondly. In the right corner by the closed window was a chest seated between two wooden chairs. A few candles still stood upright in the left-hand corner.

It was so very simple, yet so very pleasing to see after so many years. The Joker was already steadily making his way toward the window just as Bruce had turned toward the chest.

He opened it carefully, happy that a familiar large blue blanket had been kept safe and clean. Immediately, he unpacked it and spread it over the floor like he used to when he was a kid. He lay back on it and looked up at the thick glass ceiling. The view wasn’t as crisp as he would have liked, but he could see the corner of the moon in the sky above from where he lay. Several seconds later, The Joker came to join him, looking oddly blank.

After a few moments of silence, the masked man spoke.

“Years ago, I used to come up here to get away,” he admit.

The Joker shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not so bad,” he decided.

Bruce sighed. “I wish I could take some cleaner to the ceiling though…. Its much nicer without those smudges.”

The Joker looked up curiously.

“Maybe. But I bet its much better either way with company,” he turned partially toward the masked man, reaching forward and caressing the side of his face. “Don’t you think so?”

Bruce sat up, trying to hide his unease as he remembered the bag he’d brought. He got up to retrieve the medium-sized shopping bag he’d forgotten near the entrance and then sat by the window. He immediately dumped the contents onto the surface of the closed chest, The Joker getting up to join him. Predictably, he sorted two servings of cake closed in separate plastic containers and two plastic spoons, followed by two bottles of water.

The Joker sat in the chair opposite of him and began opening his immediately in anticipation. It was like being given a new present every day and he always reveled in the initial twinge of excitement he felt every time he saw a new treat. The container popped open with ease and his smile widened at what he found. He looked back up to his company.

“Marble cake with sliced fruit…. I like the way you think.”

In spite of himself, Bruce returned his smile.

From there they had spent nearly a half an hour doing nothing other than talking, The Joker surprising him with a story about a space similar to the one they were in that he used to frequent in his youth. Quietly, Bruce took note that he would definitely have to look into that story when he got back to the mansion. Not that it was important, but he secretly wondered if most of the stuff that the man had gone on about in his lecturing sort of way had any truth to it…

He hoped it did…

After finishing his story, The Joker crumpled his empty container, stuffed it into the brown paper bag and then had gone to lay back on the blanket while Bruce finished his dessert by the window.

After all of his chatting, the wavy-haired man was surprisingly silent and Bruce found himself filling in the silence with thought.

What would Alfred say if he knew that he had taken The Joker out yet again to…….

Just to….

For a little…

Oh to hell with it, there was no use denying it. By definition, it was a date…

He felt some pain of guilt.

Oh hell, he was technically dating…… The Joker.

He pushed the thought away. No. No he wasn’t. If he didn’t intend for it to be a date, then there was no way that it he would allow it to be defined as one. He had taken the man out to keep him placated. This had nothing to do with his own personal feelings.

He looked down at the man resting in the center of the room. Thank God, The Joker didn’t know what was going on inside of his head...

As he swallowed the last of his cake, he discarded the empty container and utensil into the bag, eyes traveling over to the figure lying back on the blanket. He could tell by the slow rise and fall of his chest that he had fallen asleep.

Well that was quick…

Slowly, he went to investigate. He was careful not to make a sound as he crept toward him, kneeling with a painstaking amount of patience before stretching himself out carefully beside him.

The Joker still didn’t wake and he took it upon himself to study him. He recalled, to his knowledge, that no one had ever been this close to the man without the threat of harm. He seriously doubted that anyone would have wanted to.

Hell, he would have never pictured himself wanting to…

And yet here he was, watching the man with an odd sort of fascination that he was not accustomed to experiencing. He was so much more pleasant to watch when he was oblivious to his attention. Bruce shook his head. He looked so tempting, guard down and spread eagle. His prisoner sighed unconsciously and Bruce found himself reaching forward slowly.

Bruce found his hand drifting to the one laying idle beside his own and he let his thumb circle the inside of the man’s palm softly for a moment before slipping his fingers between his carefully.

He knew that he shouldn’t, but it felt so comfortable, so assuring…

That was something he hadn't felt in a long time. The doctors at Arkham couldn't be right about him, could they? But at the same time they couldn't all be wrong...

He squeezed the man's hand gently, waiting for a reaction. He was almost convinced that none would come when he felt a quick but gentle squeeze back. He looked up to the pale face, realizing that the crime-lord was looking at him through sleepy eyes. He rubbed the warm palm against his own for a few seconds longer before releasing it, allowing his hand to travel up the shoulder whereupon contact, the other man stirred. The Joker’s eyes fluttered as the vigilante cupped his shoulder and brought him a little closer, leaning over his torso and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. That felt nice. Still, it wasn’t enough as he pressed a kiss to the man’s brow, his cheek and then finally his lips.

The Joker’s eyes closed slowly.

His keeper had turned toward him completely, right hand leaving his shoulder and moving to undo the buttons to his shirt. The masked man moved slowly, folding back the flaps to the thin fabric on either side of him to expose his firm chest. He kissed the space between the man’s shoulder and neck as he undid his pants.

Bruce heard his breath catch as he rubbed the man’s waist, dragging his hand back to rest over the warm stomach just to feel it tighten when The Joker tried to sit up a little. His mouth found his neck as he slipped his hand beneath the fabric and the dark-eyed man moaned as he hardened in his palm, arms going about his back to pull him closer. He withdrew his hand carefully as he embraced him.

Bruce’s right leg was between The Joker’s as he partially straddled him, arms around his back as rocked against him.

God how he yearned to rip the man’s clothes off and just take him. He closed his eyes.

But he couldn’t do that. No… Not yet…

The Joker lifted his hips up against his enemy's, causing the other man to gasp. He reached forward with his right hand, gingerly grasping Bruce's left and guiding it down behind the fabric of his pants. Bruce's hand trembled when it slid against the dark-eyed man's hard length. He suppressed his instinct to recoil, his curiosity to control the criminal’s desire overpowering. He looked to the man's expression, uncertain.

“What’s the matter, dark angel? Afraid to touch me?”

Bruce licked his lips.

“I just wanted…”

"It's fine," The Joker half-whispered. "Touch me... I want you to..."

Bruce made a face of slight worry as The Joker loosened his pants a little more to expose himself.

"I..." He hadn’t intended to go that far… At least he didn't think he did...

"It's okay.” The Joker’s eyes narrowed, “What fun is a date if we don’t make out... "

Hesitantly, Bruce closed his eyes and moved his hand up and down the man's stiff length in a loose fist, pausing for his thumb to circle the sensitive head. The Joker's eyes rolled back for a minute before he was able to force himself to control his gaze. He lifted his left hand to his rival's right cheek, pushing forward and sifting his hand through the dark locks.

"Yeah... Like that..."

The Joker had to force himself not to thrust into that moist warm hand. After all, he liked having Bats make all of the moves. It was not only twice as exciting, but it sure saved him the trouble…

After a few moments, his breathing became more erratic and he managed to whisper his demands.

"...Faster..."

Bruce jerked his hand up and down the man's erection with a little more vigor. The man was moaning helplessly beneath him and the sound had made him painfully hard.

He knew that he was doing it again. He was submitting to his own desires and he just couldn’t stop himself. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he liked touching him. He liked being close to him. He liked being intimate with him…

What did that say about him and his morals? He’d made the rules and was steadily breaking each one..

Bruce found himself so nervous as The Joker neared his climax that he turned his face away a little, eyes closed. Through a shaky breath, The Joker whispered.

"Bats..."

"Yes..."

Bruce felt a hand caress his cheek.

"Look. I want you to see what you do to me..."

The other man opened his eyes worriedly just in time to see the almost painful expression the man made as he came, whimpering sweetly as the warm ejaculate released itself in strong spurts.

He just couldn’t take seeing the man so vulnerable with him and he bent down to kiss him deeply. After several heavy breaths The Joker sat up, noting the masked man’s erection poking against his slacks. He shook his head.

“Ohh… I can’t believe I did that…” he spoke softly.

“Did what?” Bruce watched him anxiously. The Joker was upon him in an instant. Before Bruce had known what hit him he was on his back, his pants were yanked down to his upper thighs.

“Can’t believe I forgot to fucking pleasure you…” he shook his head again. “Don’t worry. This is for you, Bats…”

“Wait," he tried to sound stern, "Are you going to-”

Bruce’s words were drowned out by soft moans as The Joker took him into his mouth.

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The light of the day had finally begun to peek through his drapes when Bruce found himself awakening slowly on his side. He was back in his old bed. He briefly wondered if the time he’d spent on the old property was real until he noticed the brown paper bag peeking out of the small waste basket in the corner.

He would have readily accepted the heavenly job The Joker had done on him as nothing more than a dream but it was much more pleasing to know that it had all been real.

He could faintly remember quietly pulling the car back into the garage and leading The Joker back into his cell. Not willing to waste time going through the kitchen, he’d taken the brown paper bag up to his room to discard. Less side-trips had lessened his chances of being discovered..

He was putting everything on the line in order to indulge in his intimate time with the criminal. He closed his eyes as he remembered. No matter what he wanted to think, he felt himself concluding that it had been worth every minute. He turned onto his side as thoughts of the other man ran through his mind.

He had to face the music at some point in time. Better sooner rather than later and the fact of the matter was, he was falling for the man. Hard.

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Despite Commissioner Gordon’s warnings, the inevitable was already in motion. The following night, Bruce had agreed to let his prisoner enjoy the night air as he fulfilled his duty to the city.

The Joker found amusement in the idea of waiting out in the night for Batman to return. He'd left him at the roof of an old apartment building with a sandwich and small closed container of tea.

After all of the waiting, The Batman was in full gear and making his way back toward The Joker whose face was painted to his own satisfaction. Batman had returned to the designated spot to find the man waiting obediently. He was not only surprised, but deeply pleased that the pale man had waited for him for nearly three hours while he went to conduct his nightly rounds.

Was it possible that The Joker could be made to behave more normally? He knew that the doctors at Arkham would beg to disagree.

As soon as the darkly clad figure had landed, The Joker leaned in, the haphazardly painted mouth finding his lips and he tasted the waxy chemical compound he loved to smear over his features. Noting their situation, he panicked and drew back quickly, muttering angrily.

“Don’t do that out here…”

The Joker raised both brows sardonically with a noise of discontent.

“What’s wrong, embarrassed?” He crossed his arms. “Afraid one of your brainless, law-abiding buddies will catch us in the act?” he shook his head with a chuckle. “Relax. No one’s here.” He looked up in thought before pondering aloud, “But that would definitely make the front page.”

“What?”

The Joker lowered his voice. “Batman Turns His Back On City: Shacks Up With The Joker…” he raised his hands and spread them before himself in wonder, gaze lost to the sky. “I can see it now…” his voice was dazed.

“Well, don’t,” Batman stepped closer to him, eyes angry as he whispered, “If you so much as even pretend to hint a word of this to anyone…. so help me…I’m going to-”

“You’ll what?” The Joker leaned forward again voice lowered to that of a whisper, “Finally fuck me senseless?”

Batman cleared his throat as he looked up to the bat signal in the sky. It would just have to wait a few minutes longer.

“No. We’re finished here. Now, let’s get back before it gets too late. I have an appointment.”

“Hmph..” The Joker scoffed as he looked at the signal above. “Tell your buddies to be patient,” he remarked. “They’ll get what they want as soon as you give me what I need…”

“Fine. Let’s go,” he urged him.

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On the other side of town, a tall man leaned against the spot-light as he waited. He had to come. He just had to. That was what this light was for anyway, wasn’t it? This was the signal that Gordon had insisted was nothing more than a malfunctioning October holiday accessory.

He grit his teeth as he looked down at his watch. Twenty more minutes. He would give the caped crime-fighter just twenty more minutes. By then he would have to leave before Gordon came to investigate. If he didn’t get there soon, he would have to leave him a note.

Officer Jacobs smoothed his hair back as he looked up at the dark sky.

He was going to end this search for the last piece of the weapon if it was the last thing he did….
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