Chapter 3: The Wrong Thing to Say

I heard the joker sigh in satisfaction as the sight of my white lacy bra came into view. This was just incredibly awkward.

The joker giggled as he took in the sight of my almost exposed breasts before him. "Wow, looks like someone up there really blessed you with a gift."My cheeks reddened and I tried to yell at him again, but I sighed in defeat when I remembered that I couldn't really speak.

However, the joker reached up and swiftly ripped the tape off of my mouth.

"OOWCH!" I howled in pain at this unexpected action. The joker merely laughed at my slight pain. "Sorry, I got tired of talking to myself, and I'm so curious to know what you're trying to say."

Grateful to have my mouth back, I turned a scrutinizing glare at him and proceeded to speak my mind. "Well it's about time you son of a bitch!"I all but yelled at him, suddenly furious that he dared to shut me up with duct tape.

The joker's eyes widened and he giggled insanely at my words. "Rachel Dawes I'm surprised at you!"He scolded in a mock stern tone while wagging his finger at me. "You shouldn't say such naughty words young lady, it doesn't make me very happy or your situation any better."

I rolled my eyes, tired that he playing the paternal role at this moment. "You're crazy!" I snarled.

The joker shook his head in denial. "I'm not. No. I'm. Not…" He growled slowly into my ear. Note to self, never call the joker a freak or crazy.

"If you keep this up little Rachel, I just may have to punish you."

DID HE REALLY JUST SAY THAT?

"OH! YOU DID YOU NOT JUST SAY THAT!" I screamed at him, my cheeks now a deep crimson. "Do me a favor and stop talking to me like I'm five joker! I'm not a child! I'm a woman, if you haven't noticed!"

The joker found this amusing and only laughed louder. "Oh beautiful, you're more like a child stuck in a woman's body. Plus, it's so much more fun this way!" He replied insultingly while continuing to laugh.

I shook my head incredulously, and something inside of me snapped. "You should talk you bastard! You're calling me the child? Who's the one that never had a childhood? Who's the one that had a weak mother and a father who never loved him? At least I actually grew up, you screwed up, psycho, manic depressive murdering asshole!"

I instantly regretted my words. As much as I pitied and hated the joker right now, no one, not even him deserved what I just said. The joker's eyes darkened dangerously, and his lips curled into a furious snarl. In that next moment, his head snapped back and he let out a heart-wrenching howl that came from the very depths of his soul.

My body froze, and I swear I felt myself turning white at the sound of that unearthly scream.

Before I could think, the joker roughly took my face in his cold hand and forced me to look at him. "That's one step too far Rachel Dawes!" He growled heatedly and he then began to undo my cuffs.

I turned pale with fear, as I realized that I had gotten in far too deep with his bad side to get out of it now. As he was un-cuffing me, he proceeded to growl to me words that I wish I never had to hear.

"Perhaps you should get a true taste of what I had to go through as a child with my father, Miss Dawes! Then you will think twice next time before insulting me like that ever again!"

I trembled with dread. What had I done? What was he going to do to me?