Authors Note:
Sorry about this chapter.
It took me so long to figure out how I was going to continue this.
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Chapter 25:
The anxiety fills Bruce Wayne from head to toe. His head is beginning to spin in circles as his feet tap impatiently against the plain hospital floor. Bruce chews on his lip harshly and waits, as he had waited for the past two hours. Counting the ceiling tiles was the only decent thing to do, and he had done it about 14 times.
"Mr. Wayne?" Two black shoes appear under Bruce's eyes, and the soft dramatic-less voice started again as Bruce stood up "Are you waiting to see Miss. Dawes?" Bruce nods at the Doctor who smirks softly to himself and then says, "Well, she is fine." Bruce let's out a deep sigh of relief and then asks, "Can I see her?"
The Doctor nods and Bruce is about to leave but the Doctor holds him back by placing his clipboard forward. Bruce looks down at the board briefly and then back at the Doctor as he explains, "Mr. Wayne, you should know that she is highly intoxicated with pain relevant drugs, therefore she will not be her complete self."
Bruce nods as the Doctor once again speaks "And…you should know that… for the past two weeks, Rachel has been pregnant. I say has…because she no longer is. Unfortunately, this afternoon when those monsters sexually abused her…they ripped…." Bruce coughs in disgust and then asks angrily "Pregnant? As in…she was supposed to have his child?"
The Doctor clears his throat and replies, "It appears so Mr. Wayne. She is in deep pain, for we had to operate right away. She is all sewn up, doing a lot better but she is in a deep depression. She knew about the baby for the past week, and well, she was looking forward to being a mother. She has made me clear of it."
Bruce shakes his head in disapproval before saying "Oh God…poor Rachel." He pauses and says, "I need to go in." The Doctor nods and whispers "Go right ahead…. while I call Jim Gordon to let him know what has happened." Bruce and the Doctor part in their ways, and Bruce quickly, but sharply march towards Rachel's room, contemplating either to yell at her or to comfort her.
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"Rachel?" Bruce closes the door behind him as he walks slowly into the hospital room. Rachel is sitting on the bed, with both her small hands on her stomach. She neither ignores nor responds to Bruce but simply she mutters a "Hmm…." as Bruce makes his way to sit down on a stool that was placed beside the bed. Bruce peers quickly at how her hands lay on her stomach and then he flinches as he asks, "How are you feeling?"
Rachel slowly glances towards Bruce while responding "I was going to name him Jack, after his father." Bruce sighs and Rachel continues "I was going to reveal my pregnancy in court next week, where I would use my condition to try to stir the jury's decision. I mean, a child can't grow up without a dad, right? But now…there is no child…. and no dad."
Rachel looks down at her stomach again as Bruce whispers "I know…and I'm sorry. I really am." Rachel smiles lightly and then whispers "Thank you for saving me." Bruce nods and then says, "You never have to thank me, Rachel. You know that I will always be there for you." Rachel takes one hand off her stomach and reaches out for Bruce's hand while saying "I hope Jack doesn't find out about this. This already happened to his wife…now, if he finds out about this…I don't know what he'll do."
Bruce let's go of Rachel's hand because his lip starts to tremble. He licks it slowly and then asks in a quiet tone "Why didn't you use protection?" Rachel turns to face him with a puzzled look on her face. She gulps and replies, "I think your missing the point." Bruce shakes his head; let's go of her hands and says "I don't think Gotham needs a baby Joker right now. I mean…what would his alias be? Jack the Card?"
Rachel grits her teeth and mutters "I would call him Jack if it's a boy and Rachel, after his ex-wfie, if it were a girl." Bruce chuckles in a mocking tone at this while saying "Rachel, what makes you think that the Joker wouldn't kill this kid himself? He doesn't strike me as the Hockey Coach Dad Type."
Rachel peers at him with an angry expression as she says bitterly "There are more than one type of Dad's!" Bruce nods and screams in return "Like the one's that beat their children? Like the one's that would cut their face up? No! He is not a dad! He is not even a man!" Rachel stays silent for a second and slowly Bruce calms himself down.
He breathes in and out gradually before he hoarsely whispers "I'm sorry…I know he mean's a lot to you but I am not too sure if you mean that much too him. I don't trust him…at all. I know, you do, Gordon does, and Harley is starting to, and it's just so stupid…. because he is the Joker! How do you know that this isn't one big joke to him? That you're the biggest joke yet?"
Rachel stares at him in disbelief and then mutters, "He loves me." Bruce taunts at this by asking "Has he ever told you?" Rachel shakes her head while she is deep thought…and Bruce laughs and says, "Because he doesn't love you! He loves no one but himself!" Rachel licks her lips and mutters shortly "Your wrong. He does love me, but he can't tell me, because he doesn't love himself. If he did…he wouldn't be the man he is…he wouldn't do those horrible things…if he was…accepted."
Bruce sits down on the stool and says with full confidence "Listen Rachel. Believe what you want, but I just don't trust him." Rachel smiles at him and whispers "Because you're the Batman. How are you ever going to trust your villain, huh, hero?" Bruce shakes his head and answers, "I'm not a hero." Rachel nods and says in a soft voice "I know your not. If you were, you'd let me be happy…. you'd let your people be happy, and not tell them what to think."
Bruce sighs and whispers, "Fine, I give up. Think what you want. The Joker…he's yours. I just can't wait to see what he does to you when he finds out you lost his child. Should we bet? One hundred dollars says he hurts you so bad you wish you were dead." Rachel shakes her head and mutters, "He would never hurt me again." Bruce smiles at this and says in a loud tone "I guess it's a bet then."
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"Get him out!" Gordon yells in an effortless tone at the guards around the Joker's small clinic. The Joker's eyebrows lurk up in a fast motion as the guards start to open the locks that disconnect him from the outside world. Gordon stifles another yell at his men by saying "Now! Not tomorrow! Now!"
Once the door opens, the Joker stands up and places a strand of his blond locks behind his ear while he curiously watches the guard's part. Commissioner Gordon takes out handcuffs and walks up the Joker while saying "Jack, we need to talk." The Joker peers at him through his black eyes while asking with a glint of humor in his tone "Are we breaking up again? Because I need to know, for my own…per-so-nal references."
Gordon, at any other moment, would chuckle at such a stupid joke, but today the Joker realized that something was really serious about the head cop and he wanted to know what. Gordon clears his throat, handcuffs him and says, "I need you to come into my office, Jack. We need to talk about something…seriously." The Joker rolls his eyes at the word…serious…seriously. What does that even mean exactly?
Before any questions can be asked, the Joker is dragged out of the private room towards the head office of the building. Gordon sighs as he finally pushes the Joker into the room and locks the door behind him. The Joker lurks around the room, a jingle repels from his handcuffs every time a step is being taken.
Gordon takes a look at the Joker's coal like eyes before muttering, "I have no idea how to tell you this…" he pauses reluctantly and the Joker's eyebrows rise as he says in a sarcastic voice "Your in love with a cat? Well, I could have guessed that!" Gordon smirks at this, takes a few steps towards the Joker and whispers "I'll take this from you now. Because I know that after I tell you…. what I have to tell you…your going to go…"
The Commissioner takes a deep breath in and starts up again "Listen… Jack, if what happened to Rachel would happen to my wife, you would probably be the one interrogating me all the time." The Joker chuckles at this and says in a bitter tone "I know…you've told me everyday for the past week. Now… what's so different this time?"
Jim Gordon sighs and whispers, "It happened to Rachel…Dawes." The Joker peers at him with a cold stare and asks, "What exactly happened?" Gordon takes another deep breath in and replies, "A few hours ago… when Rachel left here… well, a few men sexually abused her. Luckily Bruce found her, and brought her to a hospital. She is okay now… but your child is not."
The Joker clicks his tongue once and then after a long pause he asks "My what?" The Commissioner nods and answers "Your…child. Rachel was pregnant, and the men…killed the baby when they, well you could only imagine." The Joker bites his bottom lip as Gordon continues, "They finished sewing her…she's doing better but she…" The Joker gulps and says after a moment "Stop."
He moves his hands up to his face, letting the jingling of the handcuffs echo in the small office. He clears his throat and says in harsh tone "Where are these men now?" Gordon shrugs and replies "We are looking for them…wow, I'm glad your taking this rather…well. I thought you'd go crazy." The Joker flashes an evil grin to the Commissioner while saying "It's a bit too late for that now, isn't it?"
Gordon nods firmly and the Joker licks his bottom lip quickly before saying in a hollow tone "I only want one thing, cop." Jim shrugs his shoulders and asks, "What is it?" The Joker takes a few more steps towards the Commissioner before saying "I want you to kill Rachel Dawes."
Authors Note:
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