AN: I will be changing this in the next week. I scene from chapter 2 was originally in the chapter, but I changed it to make that chapter longer. Now, this chapter is really short. But, I had to repost it so that it didn't have the other scene in the chapter still. I will be adding a lot to this chapter, so it will be different. I am just adding more scenes from the movie. Don't know if it will actually be of any importance, but it will have a few added things into it.

Chapter 3: Video Tape

Bruce sat on the edge of his bed, staring off into nothing as he thought of everything that has happened in the last 24 hours. His sister… his poor sister. He closed his eyes and moaned in agony, snapping his eyes open as flashes of the bank video flashed before him.

That sick monster had raped his sister. Who knows what he was doing to her now. Was she even alive anymore? His thoughts were interrupted as a knock came through the door and Alfred walked in, a breakfast tray in hand.

"I figured you would be awake Master Bruce," Alfred stated, setting down the tray in front of Bruce as he pulled out a video tape from under his arm. "This arrived for you just now, I thought you would like to have a look at it as you had your breakfast."

Bruce sighed, but nodded.

"It's probably someone just wanting more money, but I don't have much to do, might as well look," he whispered, not at all interested in seeing other greedy people asking for his money for some stupid project or whatever.

"Very good, sir."

Alfred walked over to the VCR, pushing the video in as he turned on the television set.

"Good evening, eh, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce's eyes snapped up to the television as a laugh interrupted in the back round.

"Dear lord," Alfred whispered, staring at the screen as a young woman's body came to view in nothing but undergarments, unable to see her face.

"I thought you might want to see how your beloved sister, eh, was doing. Isn't she beautiful?"

The camera zoomed in on her face as the young woman continued to fight to cover her face with black hair.

"Hey, eh, look at the camera. Look. At. Me," the man growled, grasping the woman's jaw tightly and jerking her face towards the camera.

Bruce closed his eyes briefly as the camera revealed the woman to be his sister, all bruised with a black eye.

"Now, eh, just look at her Brucey. Image all those sick freaks out there that would be getting a hard on from just seeing your, eh, beautiful young sister tussled up like this. See her frightened eyes?"

He felt disgusted as the Joker trailed the length of his sister's body, his voice lowering to a sadistic husky sound laced with lust.

"Now that is what has me getting a hard on. Such beautiful eyes… Her fear, her terror, it intoxicants me. Have you ever seen something so beautiful you, eh, had to have it? That's what I saw when I got a good look at this little bird, eh, down at the bank. Sure, she's battered and bruised now, but I put those there."

The Joker giggled again in the background as a gloved hand came into the picture, softly caressing Rae's body.

"Only I can hurt her, eh, no one else. So beautiful… How about we let her use her beautiful voice, eh?"

The Joker reached forward and quickly striped the tape from her mouth, making her scream out at the pain. Bruce felt sick to his stomach as he saw the camera fall to the floor and Joker came into view, taking out a knife and cutting the tape around her ankles as he replaced the knife in his pocket.

He could hear Rae scream as he watched the Joker remove his jacket before it fell over the camera, blocking his view from what was about to happen as he saw only purple, leaving only the noise in the room to be heard.

"No! Don't!"

He knew what was going to happen to her and he felt his fists clench in anger as his fears were confirmed, hearing the bed squeak loudly and the pitch of her screams getting louder. Bruce closed his eyes once again as he heard her pleading.

"Please," he heard her whimper.

"Oh yes," he heard, before more screaming and squeaks of the bed. "Hold still you fucking bitch!"

Bruce's eyes snapped open and narrowed as he heard what sounded like a slap and his sister crying out.

"Ah no, little bird, stay awake. We aren't done saying hi to dear ole Brucey," the Joker crackled.

"Bruce, help me please," his sister sobbed and Bruce felt ashamed, ashamed that he hadn't protected her like he should have.

Bruce was having a hard time controlling his anger. The brother in him just wanted to throw something at the television and make it stop, but the protector in him, the Batman, knew he had to watch it to the end. He had to see if there was anything in the video that would reveal where his sister was being kept. But as he heard the next words out of Joker's mouth, Bruce stormed up, knocking his breakfast down to the floor.

"Ah yeah," he heard the Joker moan. "Such a good little girl. Yeah, oh baby. So tight and hot."

Bruce heard Joker finish off, his words of ownership that he claimed his sister and had never felt so much rage built up inside of him. The purple jacket was picked up off the floor, showing picture once again.

"Well, eh, sorry for the interruption, big brother," the Joker giggled, moving the camera over to Rae's nude body.

Bruce felt like he betrayed his sister as he stared into her pleading eyes, the tears running down her face.

"Ah, no need to look so depressed my dear, I will take good care of you," the Joker laughed, dragging the camera up Rae's body, showing the new bruises the bastard put on her.

Teeth marks covered her body, white and red paint was plastered all over her, and the left side of her face that was bright red from when he hit her.

"Um, seems to me that I, eh, need to stop hitting that beautiful face so much. It's going to be all purple if I, eh, don't lessen down a bit."

The camera sudden swung around to reveal the Joker, licking the sides of his mouth.

"Well, eh, now that you see you sister is just fine; you can rest assured that I will take great care of her. We will be, eh, saying hi again soon. Until then, eh, sleep tight…"

The tape ended with a laugh before it went to static. Everything was silent in the room for several minutes before Alfred moved to the side of the room and Bruce started throwing everything in a rage. Alfred watched Master Bruce, knowing that he needed to vent his anger out on something before it built into him and became destructive.

"That bastard," he raved, throwing a priceless vase to the ground. "How dare he gloat in hurting my sister?! I will kill him Alfred, I swear to god I will!"

And this Alfred believed it. If there was anything to push Bruce over the edge, this was it…