Hey, this fanfic is kinda random, but after watched Batman Beginhs, I got really inspired to write this, and I had alot of fun with it. Sorry about it being so random. I know how it starts off in something, and doesn't really explain much, but when I add more chapters, hopefully that clear everything up. Enjoy!
Rachel Dawes was tired. Pulling her trench coat tighter around her slender frame, she walked down the street, just as the inky black skies above her uttered a low, barely audible roar, and a quick flash of lightening. Rachel quickened her pace, as she felt the pang of raindrops against her hands and face. She shook it off, hoping to get to her apartment before it began to pour.
But, just as she rounded the corner, the rain came down like a waterfall before she was even halfway there. She was getting cold, her hair was clinging to her scalp, and her coat was useless, rain soaking through the fabric. She held her purse close, hoping it wouldn't get wet.
Trotting up the stone steps of her apartment building, she threw open the brass double doors, and stepped into the chic main lobby. "Hey Don." Rachel said, smiling weakly. "How are you this evening Miss Dawes?" "Oh, a little tired, but a little sleep will fix that." "You work too hard Miss Dawes. You should take some time off to get your affairs in order."
Rachel was about to say something, but yawned instead. "Yeah Don, well, I'd better go." "Have a pleasant night Miss Dawes." Rachel stopped in mid-step. "You too Don. Take care." Rachel waved and rode the elevator up to the 6th floor. "Hey Rach!"
Rachel grimaced as Karen Matthews came up behind her, talking a mile a minute. "Hey! What's up? Why are you getting in so late? When can we do lunch?" When Rachel had finally shaken Karen loose, she silently slid into her apartment, and flopped onto her bed. Within minutes, she had fallen into a peaceful slumber.
When the noise woke Rachel up, she was so startled; she toppled off her bed, collapsing in a heap on the carpet. Struggling to her feet, Rachel fell silent, listening carefully.
At first she thought she was dreaming, her world fuzzy and cloudy. It took her a few seconds to remember where she was as she sat on the edge of the bed. Suddenly, she was wide-awake. The noise that had woke her came again, and this time it was followed by screams. Removing her coat, Rachel went to her door and unlocked it. Slowly, silently, she opened it, and peeked out into the hallway.
At the end of the hall, something lay on the floor, a red liquid streaming onto the pale peach carpeting. Rachel crept out into the deserted hallway, inching her way toward the object on the floor. Nearing it, Rachel froze, staring at it with horror.
It was Karen.
She was dead.
Rachel gasped away, backing away. "Oh, my god." Rachel whispered, her voice cracking. Rachel knew she had to get the hell outta there. Abandoning her jacket, abandoning her purse, and her keys, Rachel raced for the stairs. The only thing that registered in her frozen brain as she reeled down the empty stairwell was that Karen's body was riddled with bullets, and that Rachel was probably next.
This was the only conclusion that she came to, thinking of her stalker who, hours before had chased her to her apartment building. Running into the lobby, Rachel screamed for Don. "Don?" Rachel shouted, pounding on the desk. No answer. "Don, where are you?" Rachel said going around to the other side of the desk.
With a scream, Rachel swayed unsteadily, as she stared at Don's body, a dagger protruding from chest. Rachel numbly noticed the dagger's appearance. It was a metallic purple, a carving of a grinning Joker on the handle. Without hesatation, Rachel grabbe hold of the dagger, and raced out the doors into the rain.
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