A/N: OK, next chapter kind of short, but hope you like it. R&R, please.

RAIN, THINKING

Jay opened her eyes and groaned. She just wanted to sleep some more. But she forced herself to get up; she had work today. Then she glared outside. It was raining. Why did it have to rain? She hated the rain.

Half an hour later, Jay was ready to go. She grabbed and opened her umbrella and then stared outside. Just take the step, she told herself. She knew she was being stupid. How often had she done this? But she still did not want to go outside. Jay ground her teeth together and took a little step.

Instantly, rain fell into her, despite the umbrella. She closed the door behind her and raced down the streets. The sooner she got out of the rain, the better.

Bruce Wayne opened his eyes as Alfred knocked and came into his room.

"Good morning, Master Wayne," Alfred said with a small bow.

"Good morning, Alfred. What're the plans for today?" Bruce sat up and groaned at the wounds all over his body stretched. He would've thought that by now he would've been used to it, but it still hurt every time.

"There's a meeting with Mister Fox in two hours and a party at the Howard's at 6."

"Good." Alfred set a tray down in front of Bruce and took out a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. While Bruce ate, Alfred disinfected his wounds. "Are these the papers I asked for?" Next to Bruce's tray was a stack of papers in a yellow folder.

"Of course." Bruce nodded and started looking through it. It was Jay's file. "It was rather hard to get."

"Oh?" Bruce asked. It usually wasn't that hard to get a person's files.

"Buried under a lot of false trails and traps." Somebody hadn't wanted Jay to be found. By the time Alfred finished with Bruce's cuts, Bruce had finished eating and looking through the papers. Alfred cleared the tray away and left Bruce to his thoughts. Bruce stood up and started thinking as he began to do push-ups, sit-ups, and other exercising.

Last night, he'd been out of it. Bruce knew his course. While as much as he hated Joker and wanted him dead, Joker would go to the courts and serve time. Therefore Jay could not kill Joker. Bruce knew though, that staying a course of revenge wasn't easy; he still felt anger and hatred over Rachel's death. No, he told himself and threw himself back into his exercises with renewed vigor. He would not think about Rachel.

Joker was lying on a bed, thinking. It wasn't an unusual occurrence, he did it on a daily basis, but this time he was lying next to a woman. Of course, the woman was dead. She just couldn't handle Joker. No woman could. He grinned suddenly. It was kind of hard to tell through his scarred cheeks though. But still. Joker had a master plan. A plan to celebrate his return. Something fun and maybe it would draw old Batty out for some play.

And there was that girl, Jay. He could use her for some play too. Joker had a feeling she wouldn't break as easily as some of his other toys, that she was different. Of course, he was a sociopath, so it was hard to tell.

One thing was for sure, it was going to be fun and that was all that mattered.