Another room.

Another day, she thought. She had no clue how many days, weeks of hours had passed.

Articles of Gotham's newspaper hung on the wall. She squinted her eyes. Multiple articles of the same sort. At least fifty of them were the same. Rachel felt uneasy when she realized the theme of the unusual wallpaper. They all involved her. Throughout her career as a ADA and even a graduation picture hung in the corner.

Despite the wallpaper, the room was a normal looking room. The bed she was laying on was small but comfortable. Her eyes caught two doors. One of them shut and locked, the other one was open and revealed a small bathroom. After a quick visit there, Rachel turned her attention to the only window. To her great surprise was the room located in the city. She recognized this place, one of the shabby outskirts of Gotham. The revelation that she wasn't out alone in the middle of nowhere comforted her. Rachel's heart beat faster when she got her hopes up to actually escape this hell.

The lock of the door behind her rattled.

"I hope I didn't scare you, I've meant to fix this damn lock for a long time." The man with the goggles smiled. He had put a bandage on his broken nose and held a tray filled with breakfast. "I'm sorry I scared you earlier." He apologized with a sincere look on his face.

Rachel's jaw dropped. His behavior had changed drastically.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Terence Williams, but you know me already! You just hit your head badly." He tilted his head. "Eat something!"

Rachel gulped. "Listen, Terence, you've must have made a mistake... you must have mixed me up with someone else." That poor soul.

He put down the tray with too much force. "Sit down and eat! I don't like when you disobey me!" He growled.

Rachel, having dealt with many fragile persons over the year as a ADA in various cases, sat down to not make him more angry than necessary. The easiest way was to play along to not having to be sent home in a black plastic bag.

"Eat!"

She slowly lifted the fork with scrambled eggs and sniffed. Nothing out of the ordinary caught her nose, it smelled amazing. The hunger won.

"That's better, right?"

She nodded with her mouth filled with eggs and scanned the room outside the open door behind him. It was just as light and homey as the room she had woken up in.

"How's your head?"

"Fine."

"Do you start to remember again?" He reached out to caress her arm. She quickly pulled away.

"Ooh, I see." He looked genuinely sad. "You're my tinderbox, Rachel. I've watched you, followed you by articles in the newspaper. What you don't understand is that we are the same. We're so much alike. I approached you and you were better than I could ever imagine. I'm so happy to have you. It's been almost a year, now." He smiled.

"A year?" Rachel choked on her breakfast. Had she been sedated for a year? "What happened?"

"Don't you remember, silly? We met and there were sparkles in the air."

"No, no! I mean the warehouse! The bombs! The joker? Batman? Harvey?"

Terence snorted and ran a hand through his greasy, rat-colored hair. "That clown terrorist is behind bars and that terrorist bat is gone as well."

"What?"

"You must remember this! The clown was stopped and the bat revealed his true identity, the murderer he is! He killed off a few, including Mr Dent. Now he's gone." Terence finished off dramatically.

"Oh!" Was all she could manage. It can't be true! He's manipulating me.

"Dammit!" Terence's famous temper showed. "I don't want you to think of other men like that!"

Rachel jumped at his sudden outburst. His dramatic changes in mood was alarming. She dealt with a psychopath with way too realistic delusions.

He grabbed the tray. "I warned you! Don't make me mad!" The door shut behind him and the lock rattled once again.