Title: When Madness Is Like Gravity
Summary: On one unfortunate night, Rachel is attacked and then 'saved' by someone who isn't Batman. As if things couldn't get any worse, she finds herself being stalked by a madman, and all she can think about is how she owed her life to him. Joker/Rachel.
Setting:This particular chapter is set before the Joker is made known to Gotham and stuff, so no one really knows who he is yet. Just wanted to make that clear.
Author's Note: Alright, I'll try to make this quick cause I tend to talk a lot. Firstly: Yay! My own TDK fic! Secondly: I really hope you do enjoy this fic, but I don't know how long it'll be between updates, since I've got a billion things due in school (I live in Australia, just wanted to make that clear). I'll try my best to finish this story, however, there's no guarantee that it will get finished. Oh, and I'd like to point out that sometimes, my characters might get OOC, so if you could possibly point that out if you find anything and...yeah. I'd appreciate it :smiles:. And uh, keep in mind that I wrote this at like, 11pm, so yeah.
Warnings: Alright, so there'll definitely be a use of language, and adult themes, and also some 'almost rape' kind of scenes, but those won't be frequent. I will warn you that this chapter has an 'almost rape' scene, so I'll just say this now, if you don't like, don't read. The story in general's supposed to be creepy and dark in a way, but yeah, just thought I'd tell you that.
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman or any other recognizable character in the following story.
Prologue:
Walking home alone at night was bad enough. Walking home alone at night in the streets of Gotham was even worse.
When Rachel Dawes had refused Harvey's request to drive her home, she wasn't thinking about what accidents could possibly happen on the streets of Gotham in the dark, or even worse, what could happen to someone like her. She'd told him before she left; "Thanks for the offer, Harvey, but I think I'm going to walk home today. And no buts".
She'd left him without a second glance, not knowing what awaited her in the alleys of Gotham.
She relished the cool air against her skin, her heels clacking on the concrete sidewalk of the streets. God knew she needed this fresh air. She was always surrounded by people in her office, taking away her privacy, and she was constantly thrown into stressful situations, the numerous trials, for example.
She silently wished that all her problems would simply fade away into nothing, as if she had all the time in the world to fix everything. It was unfortunate that she was caught up in her thoughts, luck clearly not on her side as she suddenly felt a hand clamp over her mouth and an arm trapping her own arms to her waist. Her eyes were wide as she tried to scream, anything to catch someone's attention as she was dragged back into a filthy alley, her legs kicking behind her in hopes of hurting her captor.
She felt the cold shadow of the alley upon her as she was pulled into the darkness, her back slamming into the hard brick wall as her attacker shoved her. And then he was all over her. Biting and nipping and holding and touching, and left almost no part of her untainted by his harsh, rough filthy hands. He tore at her clothing as Rachel hit him with all her might, screaming as loudly as she could, and then she felt pain. Pain as her attacker punched her face, harshly telling her "Shut up, bitch!".
She was frightened, so scared she was going to be raped by this man in a filthy alleyway, and be left there to die, rotting while the rats ate her carcass. Adrenalin suddenly pumped through her body with that thought, and she brought up the courage to kick him in the groin. The man doubled over in pain, groaning as Rachel crawled away on all fours back to the entrance of the alley, standing up as she reached it, only to fall flat on her face as she felt her attacker clamp a hand over her ankle, tripping her.
'Bruce, where the hell are you!?'
She hadn't meant to beg him to save her in her mind. Not that he could hear her, or read her mind whenever she was in trouble, and as much as she hated being a 'damsel in distress', she couldn't be more thankful to him or whoever rescued her at that moment.
Rachel felt her skirt scratch and tear on the disgusting, rough concrete of the alley as her attacker pulled her back into the darkness. She felt herself being lifted and slammed into the wall once more, only to receive a hard slap across her face, adding on to the pain she'd received when she'd been punched.
Things had only got worse from there. She felt her attacker come in close, her hands beating against his back in a useless attempt to hurt him as he pushed up against her body, holding her in place. Her suit jacket was forced off her, and suddenly there were fingers groping, needing more. She felt his hands move down to the hem of her skirt, easily splitting the side-seam of her skirt apart, the tear finishing at the thicker part of the waistline.
Her legs were split apart, and Rachel cried out and thrashed as her attacker pushed up against her, growling in her ear as her constant fighting and moving only aroused him more. "Feisty little bitch, aren't ya?" he growled in her ear, before grabbing her pristine white blouse and ripping it apart, forcing the buttons to scatter all over the ground.
That was the breaking point for Rachel. Tears that she'd been holding back poured down her face as she found the courage to scream out to the darkness, "God, somebody HELP!!". It came out as a desperate croaky sob, her voice breaking as she yelled out the final word.
Who was she trying to fool? No one was coming out to help her. She was going to be raped, and then left to die. Her mind drifted towards Harvey, and how stupid she was. Why didn't she just accept the damned request!? None of this would've happened if she'd just listened to him!
God, if she could just speak to Harvey, tell him how much she loved him, and then Bruce. God, Bruce...he didn't deserve this. She could imagine him throwing a fit while the announcement of her death played on the news. If only she could speak to him now...she would've told him that she was sorry, and that none of this was his fault.
Rachel cried out as her attacker harshly squeezed her breast, biting her neck with his teeth, then trailing one hand down to her legs and squeezing her thigh. Rachel screamed even louder, if possible, as the hand found it's way to the inside of her thigh, brushing against her panties.
That was when she'd lost all hope. No one was coming to save her.
'It's all bad karma, that's all it is'.
She braced herself as she felt the hand curl around her panties, about to tear them off her, when suddenly the attacker stopped. Rachel held her breath in. She couldn't make out the figure in the dark, only the shadow reflected on the ground by the moonlight.
Her attacker removed his hands from her skirt and body, and finally moving his body away from her, which had been the only thing holding her up. She gasped and held a groan in as she landed on her hip, her arms breaking the fall.
She could hear harsh words being spoken, all of them she recognized as her attacker's. Rachel slowly started to turn her face towards the entrance of the alley, getting up as she did so. What happened next caught her off guard.
The harsh words suddenly became loud and fierce and insulting. How did her 'savior' remain so calm? Little did she know he didn't...He was only holding back until the right words had been said, making that little something called composure inside him simply...snap.
"--You fucking crazy frea--!"
The sound was so fast she'd barely heard it; the sound of a knife moving so fast, splitting the air apart with it's deadly blade, and then that slick slice of it, moving against skin. And then she felt something splatter against her exposed skin. It didn't take too long to guess what it was; the way her attacker's head had snapped to the side, his throat unusually exposed, the gurgling sound emitting from his throat, and finally the way the moonlight made the knife gleam, highlighting the dark red substance dripping off the blade. It was blood.
Nausea overwhelmed her, and she found herself falling shortly after the body of her attacker crumpled to the ground, her head cracking against the concrete floor. She looked towards the darkening entrance of the alley, where she saw the end of a dark coat vanishing behind the corner. A mad cackle was all she heard before finally succumbing to the darkness.
End Prologue:
So, how was it? Was it alright, or was it so bad I've blinded you for eternity? I guess I should leave you to decide. Feel free to give me any tips and all; constructive criticism is always appreciated! Oh, on a side note, it took me one and a half freaking hours to think of this freaking title! Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!