thanks for the reviews fellow readers it is muchly appreciated!
anyway another chapter in which...I feel is slightly...below mediocre and perhaps slightly OOC mainly on the Jokers part...
well enjoy anyways!!
Disclaimer : I do not deserve credit for these characters they are not mine. however the plot is ...and the plot is so cool i get credit for that :D
silentlamb9 - about the whole not seeing any evidence that the joker cares about Rachel... well thats because he doesn't really... not yet anyway. patience grasshopper...patience this fic is most likely going to be a really long one so things like that will develop slowly. and about Batman not doing anything but.. beating him up yeaaah i was kind of thinking about that as well... that was one of the things that i was not to happy with but i couldn't think of any way of writing it... oh well.
Rachelle123 - yeaah im sadistic too and guys getting beat up is kind hot to me as well... what is wrong with us? heh.
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
Chapter Ten - Scars
Rachel wiped another tear from her cheek, it was starting to get ridiculous but nothing she did seemed to stop the flow of her tears. She was sure that she could probably drown herself in them if she bottled how much she had cried in the last few hours.
The guilt was eating her up inside, she felt it course through her body making her only cry harder.
It wasn't the fact that she kissed The Joker that made her feel so sickened or guilty…though that was part of it.
It was mainly the fact that she knew what she was doing, she would have probably gone further had he pushed it and half of her still ached for more.
She couldn't explain it, and she didn't even want to explain it, it would be too impossible to put into words.
Was this what the Joker had planned all along? To kidnap her , most likely to get Bruce to come to her rescue, of course he didn't know that Batman was Billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, but it was only an amount of time before he finally figured it out some how. In the meantime seduce her with all his…..seductive qualities was that his plan?
Rachel groaned feeling a new fresh wave of tears flow from her eyes, she was getting exhausted from all this emotion she couldn't remember the last time she had felt this horrible, this absolutely helpless.
Once again on the score board of their little game it seemed it was Joker - 8 (or more…she'd already lost count) Rachel – 0.
Just as she was thinking this she heard a bang outside the room she was currently isolated in.
Oh great, her captor had returned. 'Probably to tease me some more' she thought bitterly.
Her breath caught in her throat as He entered the room.
He looked awful; some of the paint normally covering his face had been chipped off revealing his skin, There was a laceration on his lip, blood dripping from his mouth and nose and a bruised cheek bone that had begun to swell.
He walked inside and she noticed that he also seemed to be favouring his left side, someone had beaten him up pretty bad, she had a pretty good idea who, he did say he had a date with a bat it wasn't too hard to figure out.
"You look…awful….you really ought to take better care of yourself Rachel" The Joker said gesturing to her tear stained cheeks and bloodshot puffy eyes.
Rachel scoffed "Speak for yourself"
The Joker muffled his groan of pain by giggling incessantly as he made his way for the bathroom door.
Rachel got to her feet, following him slowly, as she took slow steps towards her destination she heard the running of water and the pain-filled gasps and groans mixed in with humorous laughter.
Rachel couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Typical of him to still be making a joke of things while he's bleeding.
Rachel watched from the door frame as he took off his purple coat and lifted up his shirt revealing a very nasty purple looking bruise forming on his abdomen.
She gasped covering her mouth with her hand
"What happened...?" She said her voice shaking slightly.
The Joker chuckled "Our Friend the Batman sure has a fist made of metal, I should know I'm the one who had them ploughed into my face and ribs" he said cheerfully.
Rachel shook her head in disbelief "You idiot..."
Taking a hesitant step towards him she reached out to touch the painful bruising along his ribs.
"What do you have a death wish or something?" She asked incredulous to someone who would put themselves through so much pain and still find it funny.
The Joker laughed "Some people seem to think so…."
Running her hands over his bruising she could feel his ribs, his skin was warm underneath her finger tips and sent shocks of electricity through her body, she swallowed hard trying to ignore her body's reaction.
"…It looks broken; you should go to the hospital and get this checked out"
The Jokers laughter got louder
"…You know for someone who's intelligent... You are not very smart Miss Dawes" he said
Rachel frowned "What are you talking about?"
"I am currently….. The most hated man in Gotham, and I'm just going to waltz into a nearby hospital and get treated by some pretty little nurse….maybe a sponge bath too"
Rachel's frowned deepened, she hadn't thought about that, living in isolation she had started to forget exactly who her captor was, all the things he had probably done while he left her there, god knows how many people he'd killed…maybe even people she knew. Her stomach churned at that thought.
"Oh…right" She said nodding.
"Though…. I wouldn't say no to a sponge bath from you…Nurse Rachel" he said licking his lips
Rachel glared at him though she knew she probably would conform to being his naughty nurse 'oh god...Bad thoughts Rachel don't go there' she thought angrily to herself.
"God… don't you ever stop?" she said frustration obvious in her tone. This did nothing but make The Joker chuckle more.
"You just got your ribs broken by someone's fist and your still cracking jokes…"
"I only laugh…to keep from weeping" he said mock sadness filling his voice.
"Besides….I've had much worse... So don't go worrying your pretty little head over me…" he said.
Rachel shook her head again "You're unbelievable…"
"Believe it Beautiful……… I can handle this myself.. I've had practice" he said spitefully gesturing to his scars.
Surprisingly a wave of sympathy washed over Rachel that made her heart twinge with something that she had trouble defining.
It left her feeling slightly breathless.
The Joker who had removed his shirt and was now smiling almost cheekily at her.
"Now now.. Miss Dawes I know I'm sexy and all… but you don't need to have a heart attack" he said giggling.
Rachel felt herself blush and immediately diverted her eyes, 'do not think dirty thoughts about insane clown do not think dirty thoughts about the half-naked insane clown standing in front of you…oh god please help me!' she thought halfway between hyperventilating and having a full out cardiac arrest.
Taking a deep breath she looked back at the Joker and fully processed his face, it was even more of a mess than normal. Blood had trailed its way from his mouth and had run down his neck.
'So much blood for just a small cut' she thought.
Grabbing a small hand towel from the sink she ran it under the water.
Gesturing to the small empty linen cupboard opposite the sink she said "Sit down"
Following her orders he sat down on top of the small storage facility.
"Did I ever tell you that I just love a girl….who takes control" he said grinning, blood stained teeth showing making Rachel cringe… that had to taste terrible..Though he didn't exactly strike her as the type of guy who had hygiene at the top of his priorities list, she figured it was more like chaos, death and destruction.
"…You said you liked that I could kick your ass" she muttered walking towards him with the wet hand towel in hand.
"Oh yeaaaah…. We never did get to that ass…kicking we talked about did we hmm?" he said licking his lips again.
Stepping so she was literally wedged between the Jokers legs she wiped away the dried blood from his neck and chin taking some of the smeared white paint with it.
She instantly felt her heart rate increase more, was she going to see him without the makeup? Or would he stop her from getting to that point.
Trying to distract herself from where those thoughts were sure to lead she brought up a question that had been plaguing her for a while now
"Why did you want to talk with Batman anyway" She said wiping away the blood from his still bruised nose.
"He had some…business that he wanted to discuss with me" The Joker said smirking.
Rachel scoffed "Business…with you… that resulted in him beating your face in?... what business could he possibly have to discuss with…..oh" she said pausing her task.
The Joker reached out to wrap his fingers around a loose tendril of her hair pulling on it slightly sending small tingles of pain to her scalp.
"You….were the main topic of con-ver-sation actually…. Yeah…..see as it turns out he really is willing to do just about anything to rescue you….from my evil lair"
"…it's hardly an evil lair…more like abandoned building in the final stages of being torn down" Rachel said nervous laugh escaping.
"Raaaachel……… look who's got herself a case of bad manners….and you say I'm the rude one" he said leaning in so she could see his scars up close without make up for the first time.
She had begun wiping the makeup and blood from that side of his face and it didn't seem like The Joker had even realized it.
Without thinking Rachel lifted her fingers to the healed lacerations running her fingers over the bumpy scars. The Joker growled grabbing her wrists almost instantly, the grip on her wrists were so hard that she actually felt pain radiate up her arms.
The almost ever-present smile on his face had disappeared replaced with an almost disgusted scowl.
Rachel gasped taking a step away from the very pissed off looking clown, she really didn't fancy another case of Lets-cut-up-Rachel's-mouth-for-kicks.
"I…I'm sorry... I don't know why I did that" She said quietly looking at the tiled floor of the bathroom.
"Yeah…...well I'll let you off this once because I'm such a nice person….. Try anything sneaky like that again and I'll cut your fingers off" he growled picking up his shirt and coat he walked out of the bathroom without saying another word.
Rachel felt her hands shake, letting the now blood stained hand towel fall to the floor she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Stupid" She muttered to herself.
'Why did you do that?' her inner voice said. 'You knew nothing good could come of it'
Feeling faint all of a sudden she sat down on the linen cupboard that the Joker had just occupied, burying her face in her hands she took a few deep breaths, feeling too exhausted to cry any longer.
How exactly had she made such a mess of her life in a few short days?
so... um thoughs anyone? Im a little in-between-days (Don't you love 'The Cure' references) on it... but i put a lot of effort in it and i was slightly delirious with lack of sleep when i wrote it...so that might have something to do with the crap-awfulness of it.
so, i normally update everyday because i can't concentrate on anything else if i don't, but i might not be able to update tomorrow as i have a party to attend tonight.
yes... I am going to partaaay. which should be interesting considering my social group normally spends there 'shindigs' having guitar hero competitions and playing the Wii... dude we are such nerds.
we'll get up to the usual shenanigans and tomfoolery... then i may need a day to recover from said shenanigans and tomfoolery so i may not update...of course i might ... but don't get your hopes up.
Oh NOssss i hope you all can hold out for a few days -is sarcastic- ... never shy away from sarcasm friends...it makes the world go around.. kinda like smiles :D
anyways Review, you know how much i love it... i have like ..some kind of review fetish hehe.