Hello Joker, Won't You Play My Game?

Two In One

Fear.

When Alexander was in a room that was one thing he could always rely on receiving. So when his figure entered the room the silence he received from the 30 men present was a comfort for him. Their attention, loyalty, and lives were all his and his alone. 

"Men," He began and even the longest serving between them quietened the breathing for fear that it would anger him. 

They knew Alexander as the man who tormented even those closest to him. Women, men, children, all objects to him, objects he only found pleasure in destroying. 

"The Yakuza have gotten in touch and Shinoda wants a meeting in Japan. We have no quell with the Yakuza but for them to request someone in person, well, then preparations must be made." As hideous as some of the acts they do are, presentation is something Alexander didn't fail in. Strength had to be known from the moment he or anyone associated with him was seen, hoping that the hell one could see in his eyes was threat enough. 

"I'm sending the Joker in my place." 

This was what stirred the group, as slight as it was. 

It was only a few days now that the Joker was present in their mansion, a mansion they were supposed to protect from people specifically like her. Most times she was none existent, to their surprise. She didn't eat with them, didn't walk past them, you'd almost never hear from her, or even imagine sitting by her. 

But they all knew she was there, among them. Somewhere in this house with four floors and uncountable rooms, she was here. And she made sure to remind them when she entered or left a room at Alexander's side. 

"Excuse me, Sir," One who many would have called brave, decided to speak out the doubts they all had. "Entrusting the Joker with something so delicate, is that really wise? And isn't Mr Shinoda expecting you? Despite her rumoured skills, we can't just expect her to do this successfully!" 

"You're questioning me?" The group who had momentarily gotten louder when voicing their agreements suddenly silenced again. One look into his eyes and they could all see it. They could see the flames that they were sure to be engulfed and killed in if they continued. 

It wasn't as if Alexander didn't listen to the men he had hand-picked himself, after all, he gave the brave one the chance to speak. But allowing them all to tower over him, be it for a second or less, was something he didn't allow. He wasn't oblivious to the power of many but he had hoped that his control was enough to have them forget it.

They expected anger, they expected punishment, but instead, they stood shocked at the chuckle that came from him. A chuckle that suddenly sounded feminine. 

"Well?" The figure they had thought of as Alexander turned to the darkest corner of the room, one that was ignored until then, where Alexander himself stood and let his face be shadowed by the dim light to hide his frown. 

 He had been sat there long before she entered, and he missed the fear that he fed on as no one spared him a glance. He listened to the chatter between his men and took note of the couple he was to dismiss later. 

And to have to watch as the power he had honed and fear that he had built for himself was directed at her the second she stepped into the room with no hesitance at all, angered him greatly. All he could think was, 'It was mine,' as he sat in discontent. 

However, he couldn't deny how impressed he also was. She had made what seemed impossible, possible. He felt as if he was dreaming, watching from the outside as he himself walked into the room. His manner, his voice, the way he walked the way his eyes burned, it was all the same. 

He watched as she controlled them as he would have, watched as she spoke to them as if they were hers. He watched as her eyes glimmered with amusement and excitement when she finally revealed herself by motioning to him. 

"Well?" she asked because even Alexander was doubtful that she could pull off such an accurate replica but she was confident in proving it and with the persuasion of her hand slowly travelling down his chest, he agreed. Here she showed him again that she was capable, the most capable person he had ever met. 

As Alexander walked towards her and in front of his men, he carried on from where she left off. 

"I think it's clear that if those closest to me couldn't tell us apart, then neither could Shinoda." He took a breath and everyone else seemed to take in a nervous one at the same time. Inhaling that fear made Alexander feel good again. "Any further questions?" He asked but no one dared say a word, especially not after falling for a trick of hers.

He did leave out one doubt that they had presented though. Trust. Even he didn't trust her the way he should to complete such a delicate task. He didn't even want to let her out of his mansion, out of his sight, he wanted all control over her and he couldn't do that if she was an ocean away. 

But, when he brought the suggestion forward to her, the craze in her eye reminded him of the same one she had given him when he explained their little game and he knew that she would return. Successful or not, she would continue and play. They would both continue and play until one was dead. 

With that confidence, he went on with the plan. 

The meeting ended and everyone went to their respective rooms. The only ones who hadn't were Alexander and Joker whose hand Alexander gently took a hold of after she removed her gloves and he led her to his room. 

It wasn't an unfamiliar act, in fact as soon as the door was closed, Joker carried on as if the room was her own, taking off the mask and wig she had created to create a face identical to Alexander's. 

"I've never been to Japan, I do look forward to it." She says but he takes little interest in her words, almost convinced they were a lie due to her own power on that side of the world. 

As he stood in front of her, he looked her over. Her eyes were the same colour as his own and he was unable to tower her now that they were of the same height. 

"Make sure this doesn't fail," he warns although his attention was elsewhere, in other thoughts, he was almost sure was forbidden. 

The Joker let a smile take place on her lips and she slowly walked towards the bed where she sat down and put one leg on the other. "If their meeting is as peaceful as they promise, I will succeed. However," She pauses and slides something off of her foot. "If they become violent, then I'll have trouble in these," Her shoes had a built-in stilt-like mechanism which made her as tall as she was without seeming unrealistic.  That didn't mean it didn't take considerable effort to keep the illusion going though. He was surprised she could walk at all although she did it flawlessly. 

"Don't get me wrong, I can fight," she starts again, looking into his eyes, "but it would mean I am fighting. They'd know you betrayed them first and they won't take that lightly,"

The image of her elegant figure being used in murder stirred an erotic feeling in him, one he told himself to contain.

"It doesn't matter," He says, 

"Just return."