Hello Joker, Won't You Play My Game?

My Spy

-Alexander-

There's weakness in men. A weakness that we can never overcome. And that weakness is when a woman is offering herself to you, body, soul, it's something we can never turn away. 

I was sure of this when Joker was laying on me. Her figure fitting so well within my arms. It made me wonder how someone so cold could be so warm and comforting. I began lusting. 

Her skin was so smooth, but her words were so sharp. Her whole existence was juxtaposing but I desired it, more than I should for someone I labelled my target. Perhaps, in the end, that was why I decided to send her. I wanted her killed and even if it wasn't in my mansion, it would still be done because of me. 

We stood near the doorway. I'm sure she was cautious of my next move but she played well in not showing it. Her mask was perfected after all. 

Before she opened the door to leave, she turned to me. I couldn't help but scan her body, one that could somehow take multiple forms and yet come out unmarked. It displeased me. 

"You don't want to try a last assassination attempt before I leave?" She asks smugly, her confidence amusing me greatly. I stepped closer to her, putting one hand in my pocket. She watched me with curious eyes, ones that widened a little when seeing the wire I had taken out. She must have known how sharp it was, its danger. 

Before she moved away, I pulled at the wire and in one swift movement, pushed it against her neck. Her back had slammed against the wall trying to get away from it, a finger just making it through to hold it back by only millimetres, yet despite the circumstance, both she and I stood with smirks on our faces. 

"I don't think this is enough to kill me," She taunts.

I look down at her neck where I see the skin being pierced as she spoke, her finger cut too which satisfied me. "That wasn't my aim," although killing her now would have made it all a lot easier, I knew something so obvious wouldn't get her. Her blood was a good start though. 

Joker must have realised what I was after too, giving me a hum in return before replying, "It's been a while since I've felt my own blood. If these marks end up giving me away in front of the Yakuza, I hope you're alright with losing the game to someone else," 

I laugh at her a little, "Princess," I start, "I don't lose." Our faces are centimetres apart now, an air between us no one else could understand.  

"Is that so?" She asks, moving her face even closer now, "I'll give you a parting gift, just in case."

I knew what she meant as soon as she said it and although I should have said no, should have avoided the temptation, how could I have said no when my whole body was screaming yes as her lips collided with my own. The wire that was keeping us apart was let loose, I felt her arms twist around my neck like a snake. None of it felt safe but fuck it. 

I held her waist closer to my own, I wanted all of her, her body, her soul. I wanted to know her past, her future, her name, and her history. I wanted her to come back. 

But as those thoughts ran through my head, I realised the threat behind them and pushed her away from me. Like a snake, she had almost suffocated me under her command, and I wasn't going to let it happen. I could tell she knew what she was doing too, satisfaction dripping from her face as she turned and opened the door, leaving me with conflicted emotions about the way she left. 

Regardless, I was safe now that she was physically away but that didn't mean I wasn't watching her. My eyes were everywhere and although I commended her efforts, she knew who was still in control. 

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"She's arrived, sir," 

I stood from my chair, satisfied with the news. "Bring it," I ordered and one of my men brought in my laptop. I had sent three men with the Joker, to keep an eye on her whilst I kept an eye on them all. 

My men had cameras discretely put into their suits as they left, not trusting Joker's influence and I was right to be worried. 

On the privet jet, Joker sat in front of them with confidence that radiated in every move. Her exposed leg crossed over her other one as she spoke with power. I couldn't tell what she was saying but the smug look on her face told me that it wasn't good. 

I had watched as she leaned forward towards one of the guards, sexuality lingering between them which made him shuffle in discomfort. 

I curled my hand, mentally threatening them if they touched her but thankfully, despite her temptation, grabbing his tie and pulling his face towards her own, after a couple of words, she let him go and the rest of the flight was uneventful, letting me relax. 

Until it was time for the meeting, Joker wasn't seen. I knew it took time for her to get ready, her transformation needing all of her attention if this was to go to plan. If there was one thing I knew about her, it was that her work, in all of its perfection, took priority. The magic that reveals itself is proof of its capabilities. When she finally came out of her room, I felt as if I was watching myself once again. 

It made me uneasy. My whole body was uncanny towards the footage that made me feel as if I should remember walking in that hall, directing those men, and leading forward towards the Yakuza building, although I never had. 

I watched intently as they walked in, directed by one of Shinoda's men. Everything seemed to be going as planned. 

I held my breath when they were instructed to go through a metal detector and to be scanned for any weapons, but as if anticipating this, Joker calmly agreed and made her way through, confusing me as I would have thought her stilt mechanisms would have surely set off the alarm, but nothing happened. They continued as normal. 

Finally, the time had come when Joker was face-to-face with Shinoda, they greeted as I would have greeted him, her face as stern as mine would have been, unwavered by the sheer number of men that were in the room around her and my men. This wasn't normal, I could see that, and I'm sure she could too. 

This was a trap. 

I slammed my hands against my desk next to my laptop when all of Shinoda's men pulled out guns and pointed them at the Joker but then told myself to calm down. 

I wanted this, didn't I? For her to be out of my hands. 

But then Joker's words ran through my head, 'I hope you're alright losing the game to someone else.' Shinoda had insulted me and it made me livid. 

Before I could give instruction to my men there, they were swiftly taken out of the room Joker and Shinoda was in and before the doors were slammed shut, the last of Joker I had seen was her turning to the men, eyes staring at the camera, eyes that should have looked like mine but now was gleaming at me with her signature insanity.