Authors Note:
Well, this chapter was extremely hard to write. I went through many re-writes, because I wanted the Joker to be in character.
So, hopefully, he is.
Well, please leave me a review. Thanks a lot!
Chapter 9:
Rachel Dawes' eyes peer down at the Joker, as his hand slowly follows the inseam of her black skirt. Her eyes widen as his tongue licks once at the bottom of her ear lobe. The sudden sensation causes Rachel to shiver. The Joker waits for a second, smirks and then says in a husky tone "Tic Toc, Tic Toc…time is precious, beautiful."
His hand slides up her stomach, towards her sides, and his fingers brush against her bare arm until they reach the beginning of her sleeves. Rachel shakes her head slightly at the feeling, being unable to breathe was something new to her, something that had never happened.
The Joker suddenly asks again, this time his irritation is shown with his tone "Tell me…beautiful…. do I arouse you?" He moves his lips towards her and she is once again face to face with the non-making wearing Joker. Her eyes peer downwards, not wanting to look at him. The Joker clears his throat and Rachel looks up at him with confusion written across her face.
She looks down at his shirt, then back up at him again and says bewildered "What happened to your regular clothes?" The Joker raises one of his eyebrows for a second, looks down at his clothes and laughs. He truly wasn't expecting her to ask a stupid question like that. Those damn unpredictable lawyers…. always thinking outside the box.
"Well, beautiful thanks to you…and your…aesthetic request…my clothes had a little accident. I sent my men out to get me a new suit from my private stash. So, that means were all….a-lone. Just you and me, I and you…. the two of us…together…. and I thought, well you could spend some nice quality time with your favorite beauty…hmm?"
Rachel shudders at the comment. The only reason she said he was beautiful was because she thought it was someone else. The Joker could never be beautiful. Never. She rolls her eyes and exclaims her thoughts in a more harsh manner "Your not my favorite beauty! You could never even be considered anything close to a beauty! And no to answer your pathetic question! You do not and will not turn me on because you are the same hideous monster with or without the make-up and with or without those cheap circus imitation rags that you call your clothes!"
Rachel sighs in relief and takes a deep breath after she finishes. The Joker removes his hand from her body and places them in his lap. He clears his throat, gets up and starts to walk away from her. Rachel watches in confusion and asks out loud "Hey! Where are you going?" The Joker stops walking towards the door, turns towards her and says dryly "Why? You going to miss the hideous monster?" Rachel's mouth falls open as he begins walking away again. He opens the door, slams it shut while yelling "Boyzz! Where the fuck are my rags?"
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It was exactly 6:01 pm and the Batman was late. Commissioner Gordon chews on his lip for a few seconds while thinking about his wife and the romantic dinner he had planned. Abruptly, a deep voice says from behind him "I need to know everything that you know about the Joker and Rachel." Gordon turns around and sees the Batman right in front of him on the top of Wayne Enterprises as promised. Gordon responds as truthfully as he can "I don't know anything. My team contacted the Starbucks they robbed, and they said that they were very nice to them, surprisingly. He didn't kill anyone there, no fingerprints, nothing. This guy is like a phantom…. maybe they should call him that instead of the Joker."
The Batman growls and says angrily "There's no time for jokes, Commissioner. I need all the information you have!" Gordon's mustache twitches and he raises his voice slightly while saying "I already told you! I don't know anything! We've searched and searched…. besides you called me here to tell me what you know. So, what do you know?"
Batman looks down at the pavement and then back at Gordon while responding "I lied, Gordon. I needed to get you here so you can help me rescue her in time!" The Commissioner's eyes widen in response. He bits his lip hard and yells back "It's my wife's and I anniversary, Batman! And besides, in time for what? He's not going to kill her!"
Batman takes a step closer to Gordon while asking in a fuming voice "And how do you know that? He's attempted to do it before! What is the difference this time?" Gordon takes a step back and yells, "There's no Harvey Dent! There is no White Knight! All Gotham has is us…. The cops!"
Batman narrows his eyes and says loudly "Gotham has me as well, Commissioner. And so did Rachel…once. I will not let her die again! Like you did!" Gordon's mouth drops and then his headshakes as he says with disgust "It was not my fault! Rachel was my friend! Why would I purposely let her die? I couldn't get to her in time! For God-sakes Batman! I tried!"
Batman looks around the rooftop before saying, "You're going to assemble your men right now and we are going to go look for her." Gordon smirks and says "No, Batman. I am going to spend an evening at Les Belles with my wife for our ten-year anniversary! In the morning, I will look for the clown and for my friend Rachel!"
Gordon walks towards the exit but the Batman stops him by saying with a horrified look on his face "How can you be so selfish? She could be dead right now…." Gordon shakes his head and interrupts "And how can you be so self-righteous? Think about your asking me to give up! This Joker clown wants you to act like this! He knows that you are Gotham's last hope and he wants to turn you crazy!"
The Commissioner reaches the exit door and before he opens it he says, "You're starting to act like Harvey Dent, Batman. Don't act like this ever again. Or else your going to lose the only person you have left that knows the truth. And let me tell you, he is in for a big argument tonight with a very beautiful Barbara." He opens the door and leaves Batman in pondering.
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Rachel stomach growls for the thousand time that night. Her eyes wander to the clock once again. It had been hours since the Joker had left her all alone, and without any food. She sighs and whispers to herself as the quaint smell fills the room "I could really go for a pizza right now." Then, suddenly, the door opens and she sees the Joker. A make- up-less Joker, but this time in his regular, strange, purple and green clothes. However, he is wearing his purple jacket over his clothes unlike this morning.
As he slams the door shut, he is strangely quiet. He draws nearer and nearer and the silence in the room could be cut with a knife. She shifts to the side slightly, never before being more nervous in her entire life. The Joker removes his jacket, and throws it on the floor.
He clears his throat and says "Well, I've got my rags back Miss. Dawes." Rachel watches as he sits beside her. But unlike so many other times, he does not wrap his around her, or he does not even make an attempt to look at her straight in the eyes. She gulps and her stomach involuntarily growls.
The Joker's eyes roll at the sound and he says in a mocking tone "I'm guessing your hungry. Well, I would have given you some of the pizza I just had…. but you know us…monsters…. we're too busy washing our rags and blowing up buildings to even bother about our hostages hunger issues."
Rachel looks over at him with a smile on her face. She then asks while laughing, "Is this a joke? I mean, you are called the Joker for a reason!" The Joker looks over at her and grabs one of her lips between his fingers while saying with smirk "You know…. you've got really nice lips, Rachel Dawes."
He stops, grinds his teeth and continues, "You ever had someone that you lo-…lov--…cared for, carve them until you bleed so much that an entire world infested with mosquitoes could feast off that blood that has fallen from your, now mutilated lips?" The Joker lets her lip go and then says "No? Well, why are you still here then? You want to know why…. hmm?"
His eyes go wide and he grabs her cheeks between her hands and continues, "It's because you've got no one that cares for you, Miss. Dawes. Nope. No. One. At. All. 'Cuz if they did, they would be here, right now, saving you. And if they did care for you, they would have told you the truth about life. About how it's a cruel world, where laughter is the only medicine. Now, tell me, Rachel Dawes. Does it depress you, to know, just how alone you really are?"
Rachel's eyes strongly try to suppress the tears that are dying to leave her tear ducts. Rachel looks into the Joker's eyes as he continues, "I've found that living by my own rules is the only way life is worth living." He takes his hands off her face and asks after licking his bottom lip "Hmmm? I mean…ugh…what's the point? Living and then dying…. that's not fun at all. If I have the power to give life to someone, why can't I have the power to take life away?"
Rachel looks at him and whispers in all honestly "I'm sorry about what I…." But the Joker suddenly bursts into a cloud of giggles. He soon stops and says "Apologizes? You think I want apologizes, Rachel? No…no…" He stops and takes out a small digital camera from his pocket, and places it on the floor in front of them.
He lifts the screen up so the view of them fits perfectly onto the screen. When he goes to sit back down he accidentally clicks record, but he is unaware of such a thing, and neither is Rachel. The Joker laughs again and says "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. You know how I told you that when you start getting boring…I'd kill you. Well, I've realized, that you are starting to bore me, and well, Miss. Dawes. That plan that I had for Batman, well it could just go to hell, maybe I'll see it there one day!"
He laughs his familiar laugh but Rachel asks suddenly confused "Why do you keep on calling me Rachel? Or Miss Dawes? Or even Rachel Dawes?" The Joker cocks his eyebrow and cannot resist asking slyly "Miss the pet names?" Rachel shakes her head and replies, "No, it's just that. I...I...don't know…I've gotten used to them."
The Joker shrugs his shoulders, takes out his knife from his pants pockets and places it to her lips. She squirms for a second but then he starts speaking "Smile... Rachel, it's the second best thing to do with your lips." His knife slowly caresses the side of her lips and then he starts speaking again with a smirk on his face "You're like me, you know? You are truly unpredictable. Truly a brain twister."
Rachel's eyes close and she whispers "Please…. please…." The Joker giggles and says with a wide grin "What? Don't hurt you? This isn't some women's right's group. In fact, I happen to love women. I love every bone in their body…. especially mine." Rachel watches as his lips part into that devilish grin. Her stomach churns at the sight of his tongue contacting his lips once again, but this time a different sensation other than disgust enters her mind.
She watches as his tongue licks his lip one last time before moving the knife into her mouth towards her right cheek. She swallows hard as the Joker's hot breath brushes across her face. The Joker raises his eyebrows and says, "Well, Rach, this is going to hurt a teensy weensy bit…" Rachel's breath gets shorter and shorter as the Joker drags his knife slowly up her flesh.
She looks at him one last time and says with a slur from the steel "You do…." The Joker stops his knife, and she looks at him with the utmost sincerity and says, "You do…." The Joker licks his bottom lip and before he is about to ask, Rachel whines a deep soft moan from the sight that she is so used to seeing. The Joker smirks, removes his knife from her mouth and asks "What do I do, Miss Dawes?"
Rachel blushes before uttering "Truth. You do…. turn me on." The Joker looks at her in confusion and asks mockingly "Yeah? Well, prove it." The Joker has seen his fair share of tricks and if she was going to cheat death than she better have a good reason for it. Rachel shrugs her shoulders, looks into his eyes and says, "That's not something you can prove. Unless…." But the Joker was already way ahead of her.
His hand travels up her skirt an towards her panties and as soon as he finds the proof he needs, he grabs her by the head and says, "Well, well, beautiful. I knew you had a little crush on me…. playing hard to get, were we?" Rachel rolls her eyes and says honestly "I don't have a crush on…" but before she could say the last word, the Joker's lips were savagely devouring her own.
Authors Note:
Another cruel cliff hanger, I know. I am sorry.
I hope you liked this one. It was hard to write.
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