Rachel was sitting at home when Bruce came home.
'Hey, B!" Rachel exclaimed. "How'd it go with the press conference?"
"Terrible!" Bruce moaned. "The media bombarded me with questions and I forgot all the answers! Why do I always do that?"
He collapsed onto the couch, and then looked up at Rachel inquisitively. "Oh yeah, Rach, I forgot to ask you...how ya looking forward to your meeting with him?"
Rachel scowled at him. "Him, as you so call him, is a person, just like you or I, and underneath that makeup there is a human being! I'm dead sure of it!"
Bruce gave her a sarcastic look. "Don't die being dead sure, Rach! Remember that!"
Later on that day, Rachel set off for Arkham Prison. Once she was inside, she spotted Jim Gordon and flagged him down. "How's he doing?"
Jim raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you sure you care?"
Rachel playfully punched him on the shoulder." Do you think I'm heartless?
Jim grinned. "Ya want me to answer that?
Rachel blushed. "Whatever...I'm going in!"
Rachel opened the door to the prison cell. She took care to close it behind her very slowly, trying to avoid the terrible face that was behind her. Finally she turned around. The Joker licked his red lips, like a cat that's just spotted a juicy mouse.
"Well, hello beautiful! You must be Harvey's girl, huh? And you are beautiful!"
Rachel didn't take compliments easy, especially not from criminals. "Shut up and talk!"
The Joker's dark eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Hang on...what do I have to talk about with you?"
"A lot!" Rachel retorted. "You are going to tell me what you have against Batman and the whole city of Gotham!"
The Joker giggled. "Nothing! I just do whatever I feel like, it makes things so much more fun...And as for Batboy, he completes me! I have nothing against him, except the fact that he couldn't come here himself, leaving the dirty work up to a girl...even to a guy like me that's cold!
Rachel's hazel eyes narrowed. "Oh, come on! When has Bruce ever been one for-" She gasped. Please don't let me have said that out loud! She thought desperately.
But the Joker was smiling slyly. Rachel could almost hear his triumphant thoughts as he put the pieces of the puzzle together. "Bruce...Wayne? Millionaire Playboy?!"
Rachel shook her head desperately. The Joker cackled. "Your denial seals the deal! Who would've thought Bruce Wayne could be Batman?! " He burst out laughing, clutching his sides as if they were going to split open from laughter.
Rachel gave in to sheer panic. "No, you must not tell! Bruce will hate me for the rest of my life! Please, Joker, you mustn't tell! I will do anything, just keep your mouth shut!" And she burst into frightened sobs. Jim Gordon came in and escorted her from the cell, leaving the Joker laughing like the insane maniac he was. He couldn't keep one thought out of his head though. Anything...