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Here we are again for more.. fun Jokachel time..
Well ... there isn't really any Jokachel in this chapter at all... well there is if you look but mostly...you know what i'll just let you read it yourselves heheh
thanks for the reviews my darlings readers
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teachmesweetheart - heh 10 things i hate about you, i really love that movie but i wasn't actually intentionally putting that quote in. of course i realised after i had written it out and was like hahe oh well it fits xD
Ink and Parchment - after reading over that chapter i too noticed similarities with your fanfic ( Which i LOVE by the way ) but i can honestly say it was completely unintentional. a lot of this fic i simply improvise and make up as i go along, of course some of the most pivotal and important parts of the plot i planned out a long time ago and for the last few chapters as well as the next few chapters I planned out a while ago... also researching a lot about Stockholm Syndrome and following how it works and symptoms and stuff always helps with how the characters are going and the thoughts and feelings that they are having and all that crap.
SO yes it was a mistake... im glad you arn't angry over it because that would of made me feel really bad... hehe.
thanks for the reviews!
also look forward to more chapters of your story!
STOCKHOLM SYNDROME
Chapter twenty six - Story
Rachel heard the knock on her door again but it seemed her body refused to move.
The knocking continued and the seconds ticked by and yet neither The Joker nor Rachel made a move.
Rachel could not look away from him and The Joker didn't look like he had any plans to look away from her.
"Rachel!" Harvey yelled through the door, his voice was frantic now, his worry clearly starting to escalate.
"Aren't you going to get that?" The Joker said leaning his head back on the pillow.
Rachel narrowed her eyes at him "Harvey comes in and see's you in my home what do you think he's going to do, have a nice conversation...over a JD and coke?!"
Suddenly The Joker's relaxed look broke out in excitement "Oh so you're worried about me!, that is just too adorable, don't worry though... I think I can take care of myself".
Rachel groaned before turning to exit her room, she couldn't keep Harvey waiting anymore, she just hoped to god that The Joker stayed in her bedroom and Harvey didn't go in that part of her apartment.
Standing in front of the door she took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves, she didn't know why exactly she was so nervous, she guessed it was the murderer she was hiding in her bedroom.
Would he be able to tell something was wrong? Rachel thought as her hand grasped the door knob.
Holding her breath, Rachel opened the door.
There he was, Harvey Dent in all his glory, though slightly more worn than usual.
Like everyone in Gotham, the Joker's antics had taken its toll on him and he was looking a little worse for wear.
But she supposed it was nothing to how she looked judging by her fiancés face.
"Rachel... my god... you look..." he whispered.
He lifted his fingers to her cheeks; her cheeks were pale and stained with dried tears.
Rachel forced a small smile "Terrible I know... No need to rub it in".
Harvey shook his head instantly "No...No that's not what I meant... Well okay that is kind of what I meant" he said laughing nervously.
This made Rachel laugh slightly, and warmth spread through her, familiar warmth that Rachel had not felt in a while. How she missed that sense of normalcy.
Some part of Rachel wished that she could just send Harvey away, if she did there was no chance that he would find out about The Joker.
But she couldn't, he would still suspect something if she sent him away.
"Um... would you like to come in... you said you had information about The Joker" she said.
Rachel would be lying if she said she wasn't curious as to what information Harvey and the police had discovered about the clown prince of crime.
After everything that had happened in Gotham they still knew nothing about this man, and after everything she personally had been through with him, she also hadn't a clue about who he really was or where he came from or his background.
That was what was frustrating to her the most, the fact that he seemed to know everything about her and yet she knew absolutely nothing about him. She knew that he was a chaos addict, that he was deeply disturbed in many ways and that at some points in time she could stare into his eyes and lose herself.
He made everything burn...
That was as much as she knew about him, she wanted to know more and Rachel definitely knew that The Joker would never tell her a thing.
Harvey took a step in nodding like he had made this fantastic discovery; "Yeah a lot more than I anticipated, it's what i was doing last night, sorry I didn't call it's just everyone was so busy..."
Rachel nodded "Its alright"... no its not "I completely understand" He could of called me.
Harvey took a seat on her sofa and Rachel swallowed hard, if he only knew what had occurred on that sofa.
Rachel sat down next to him but she could have sworn she heard a giggle from behind her.
Turning her head she saw a familiar blood red grin flash behind the crack in the door to her bedroom.
He was laughing at her...
He knew what went on, on the couch, knew why she was suddenly so much more uncomfortable.
How could she ever be truly comfortable around Harvey again? After everything she'd done how could she look at him.
Rachel's eyes stayed glued to the floor. Hoping that Harvey would not notice her inability to make eye contact with him.
Then suddenly his hand was on her cheek, gently caressing her, His fingers were warm and comforting. Everything about this man was so inviting.
Rachel couldn't help but lean into his touch desperate to feel that simple and pure love. Theirs was the easy love.
"You're so pale" Harvey said running his fingers over her cheek
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from falling but it seemed nothing was strong enough to keep the tears in.
"Hey... shh.. Everything is going to be okay" Harvey said wiping her tears away with his thumbs and kissing her lips softly.
"We'll catch him... "He whispered against her lips.
Rachel pulled back turning away from him awkwardly. The words making her insides twist uncontrollably. They always said that about the bad guys didn't they, didn't mean it was true.
Did she want it to be true? Rachel would of felt sickened by the thought a short time ago but it was slowly becoming habit that she'd feel that way about the man in her bedroom.
Some small part of her wanted him in her life.
Yet it was killing her to be with him.
Rachel took a deep breath turning towards Harvey and forcing the most convincing smile on her face and nodded.
"So... what did you find out... about The Joker I mean" Rachel said trying to bring up the subject again without being too forward.
"Well as it turned out... the place you were in when The Joker took you captive, wasn't his" Harvey said.
Rachel couldn't help the little giggle that escaped but was cut-off when she noticed Harvey's slightly confused expression.
Clearing her throat Rachel continued "I... didn't think it was... I always kind of got the feeling that he was squatting there."
Harvey nodded "Something like that...a bit over 20 years ago a family lived there... a young couple, moved to Gotham to raise their child... a little boy".
Every muscle in Rachel's body tensed, she tried focusing on Harvey but her mind was somewhere else...
a little boy... Rachel's eyes flickered to her bedroom, the door still open a crack... he was listening.
Rachel nodded urging Harvey to continue his story, yet some part of her deep down already knew the outcome to this story.
"Their names were John and Christine Napier, and their son... Jack."
Rachel eyes snapped up to Harvey and something inside her clicked. Jack? The dreams... the card.
Rachel tried to keep her breathing even but it was beginning to get out of control.
"Jack..." she choked out, trying desperately to sound as normal as possible, it was not working.
Harvey nodded again "Not much else is really known about them, they lived in Gotham for quite a number of years, I know Christine Napier was a teacher and John Napier worked for a number of different businesses in Gotham".
Rachel pressed forward "And...Jack?"
"The kid... nothing on him at all, just the average boy I suppose."
The silence that followed was killing her and despite the fact that there was no sound, if she focused she thought she could hear sounds from her bedroom.
"So what happened?"
"... and then...there was a phone call to the police from a neighbour...a disturbance, The police went in thinking it was a simple domestic disturbance... but" Harvey trailed off, his eyes turned misty and Rachel could tell what ever happened, whatever the police saw when they got there was horrible.
"What...?" Rachel asked, she was practically on the edge of her seat.
"John and Christine Napier were dead... They say it was a blood bath... throats slit, she was beaten and raped... he was stabbed numerous times... And they both had their faces cut up... from the mouth upwards into a smile... sound familiar?"
Rachel nodded "And ... The little boy?" Rachel asked
"Well by this time he wasn't really little anymore... he was about 16...he was Gone... he just disappeared there's no record of Jack Napier after that"
Rachel nodded "So.. you think The Joker killed them... John and Christine Napier" Rachel knew it was ridiculous The Joker would of only of been a kid himself at that time, but she wanted to hear it from Harvey. She wanted to know if her theory was correct. She needed to know.
Harvey shook his head "No... The Joker was the boy... Jack Napier. That photograph that you found Rachel has been there since the Napier's lived there... The Joker probably didn't even know it was there. So we ran it through our systems and had forensics get on it and so there we have it... The Joker has an identity".
Rachel's mouth dropped open she could even think... or breathe, she felt numb all over.
"B-but there has to be more to the story than that... "She whispered.
Harvey nodded "There always is isn't there".
Rachel felt the burning emotion rip through her before she felt the tears drip from her eye lashes and onto her cheeks.
Her eyes went to the bedroom door again, the crack was still there.
She stared at it, stared at the man behind the crack, the tears didn't stop. She felt an aching sensation in her chest that felt remarkably like how she imagined a broken heart would feel like.
Jack Napier... she found him.
Through all the sympathy and emotion that Rachel was suddenly over whelmed with she forgot that Harvey was even sitting there. That was until he brushed her hair behind her ear.
"You keep staring at your room... Why?" he asked his eyebrows furrowing together in worry and that tell-tale hint of suspicion.
Rachel's heart stopped.
It was the question she'd been dreading, this was her own fault, if she just stopped herself from looking in that direction every two seconds he wouldn't of realised anything.
Rachel bit her lip and yawned "I'm just...tired... long day you know... and this medication".
She lied again, and it shocked her at how easy it came.
She always hated lying, ever since she was a little girl and she always got caught out in her lie, Bruce always said it was because her eyes gave it away.
But not now... lying was so easy now. It was all she did.
"Oh, well you should get some sleep... I'm going to go now, got a lot of work to do with this Joker thing... I can't wait till we get him in the padded cell where he belongs..."
Rachel nodded giving a stiff smile, she agreed, he was a sick person, he really did need to be locked away before he hurt anyone else, but the selfish part of her couldn't handle the thought of him being taken away, she needed to learn more, she wanted to play more of their game.
Harvey was silent looking deep into her eyes, it was as if he was looking for something in them, he was waiting for a reaction, for her to tell him not to go. For her to tell him that she needed him.
'Oh Harvey... I do need you... 'Rachel thought.
"You know what... I can stay here if you want.. if you don't want to be alone".
Rachel nearly grinned; this was her Harvey... not subtle at all.
"No thankyou... Knight... you go be a hero"
Harvey smiled softly before kissing her again, careful of her bandaged cheek.
Harvey was out of the door in a matter of seconds and Rachel let out a breath in a gush.
Grasping her chest with her hand she doubled over feeling her stomach do somersaults and her head go cloudy.
It was too much information at once.
Slowly as if waiting for him to jump out with a knife she lifted her eyes to the door, it remained the same as it did all throughout the conversation with Harvey.
The door opened just a crack.
She knew The Joker had listened to the entire thing, and now he knew she knew about him.
What did she say to him now... Everything was so jumbled. All this time Rachel longed to know about The Joker's past, but hearing only a small part of the horrible circumstance that caused Jack Napier to fade away was so too much, too horrifying.
She knew after hearing this story, she'd never look at The Joker in the same way again.
eeek so now we know a little bit about what happened to young Jack Napier. :( kinda sad poor thing.