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"We're making a batman cake." "Only if you have a dvd with one of the shows." "I have all of them, Harley." Joba's eyes twinkled at her and she clapped her hands together in excitement. "Then we're watching it tonight." "Deal," Joba reached out his hand to her and they shook on it, "One Batman cake coming right up."

"What flavor?" Harley asked him. "I came up with the theme already. You get to choose." Harley tapped her chin in thought, pursed her lips, and squinted her eyes in concentration.

"Vanilla cake and chocolate icing." "I have fresh vanilla bean." Joba wiggled his eyebrows at her and she grinned. "Fancy ass ingredients, huh?" Harley reached into the fridge for a few eggs. "I have a thing for vanilla bean-" "Oh shit, the butter's not gonna be soft enough." Harley stopped in her tracks. "Don't worry I already got out sticks this morning." Joba nodded towards the counter. "Holy shit, look at you." "You sound surprised." "I am, Mr. Boring." She winked at him before volunteering to mix the dry ingredients together. "Then I'll do the wet." "You better. I'm not waiting around here all day." Harley teased, poking him in the back with his wooden spoon.

"Okay, Chef Dixon." "I'm the chef? In your kitchen?" "You like taking control, don't you?" Joba looked over at her quickly with a glimmer in his eyes. "And you like it." "Well explain to me how you'd take control. Then I'll see if I like it or not." "Hm," Harley thought, "Are you talking about in the kitchen or the bedroom?" "Whichever one you were thinking." "Then I'll explain both." She walked behind him and reached over to pour the dry ingredients into his bowl. Harley's front pressed to his back as she brushed some of his hair away, nipping at the skin on his neck.

Joba shivered when she whispered onto the red skin, "In the kitchen, I don't even realize how much I boss people around. But they usually follow my directions because they have the best...results." "And you think we'll get the best results if I follow your instructions?" Harley kissed his neck before biting down hard, making Joba groan. "I really do." Harley swiveled her hips lightly against him and watched Joba swallow, reveling in the power she had against him. "What about in the bedroom?" "In the bedroom," Harley tugged at the waistband of his pants, "You know I run the show. Even when I can't focus, I dominate you."

"How?" His eyes were hooded as they stood there together, in front of the combined ingredients, ready for the pan. "When I lean over you and you see everything," Harley's arms wrapped around his middle, "And then I tease you and tease you. Like this." She circled her hips for emphasis. "Even that affects me." He bit out and she smirked. "Exactly," Harley backed away suddenly, shouting, "Come on we gotta get this done!" "Always teasing, huh?" "But you like it." He didn't answer, only smiling to himself.

"Joba, I'm telling you. We need a Youtube video," Harley giggled, "Please we need one." He reluctantly pulled out his phone and searched for Batman cake decorating. "Can we do the Batman logo on the top?" "Yeah, that's perfect." Harley smiled. She'd already made the chocolate frosting and she couldn't wait to ice the cake with it.

Eventually they mixed all of the ingredients together, put it in a pan and then threw it into the oven. "This is gonna be the best cake you've ever eaten." Harley winked and Joba pursed his lips in hesitation. "I don't know about that yet. I haven't tried it." "You're gonna regret those words when you do," She ruffled his hair, "Now hook up the Batman show." "On it, Miss. Bossy." "As long as you do it, Mr. Boring."

Harley plopped down onto his bright green couch as he put on the dvd. "You know I dressed up as him one year." Joba smiled proudly and she smiled back. "I did too. The built in muscle arms and everything." "I bet that was hot." Joba wiggled his eyebrows and she feigned a horrified expression. "Joba I was 12!" "12 year old me would've thought you were hot." "You're probably right." She crossed one leg over the other and he watched the movement.

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