Authors Note:

This chapter was...interesting to wrote. Difficult but I did enjoy writing it.

I hope you all do too. Thanks so much to those who reviews it means a lot.

Mood Music: (what I listened to while writing this)

-First Part between Joker and Rumple: The Joker's Poem from Batman soundtrack

-Second Part between Joker and Rachel: Hold My Hand from Michael Jackson and Akon.

-Third Part between Bruce and Alfred: Animal I have Become from Three Days Grace.

I just thought I would let you know because those songs really set the tone for the scenes, well, at least it did for me when I wrote them.

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Chapter 11:

"The ahh—whipped cream, boss?" Rumple swallows hard and then asks nervously. The Joker opens the fridge, and then closes it while asking irritatingly "Ugh…that is what I said…right?" Rumple nods slowly and then stutters lowly "I ate it." The Joker approaches him with a frown on his forever smiling face.

He clears his throat, takes out a knife from his pocket and says "And…ugh…go ahead, Rum-ple…honor me by repeating the very sweet words I told you when I obviously said you could eat the very delicious whipped blend." Rumples eyebrows twitch as he sees the knife approaching his throat. He gulps and whispers through his white teeth "I..I…didn't know boss. I didn't think you were going to want it…."

The Joker laughs and says in a mocking voice "No, you don't think, do you? Hmm…must be the bad side of not having a mind. Now… where was I?" He takes his knife and places it onto his neck flesh while saying "Oh, now…. I remember." Rumple takes a deep breath in before saying "But…you said you weren't going to kill me." The Joker chuckles and mutters "Wrong. I said…." He stops, sticks the knife into Rumples throat and continues, "…maybe I won't."

The Joker let's Rumple go, and his blood surrounds the tiled floor like a river. The Joker chuckles and says "The color red…hmm…not really my style." He sighs and yells "Boyzzz!" Suddenly, only one-thug runs into room. The Joker eye's him carefully and asks, "Where are the rest?" The thug straightens his jaw and replies back nervously "You killed them all, boss."

The Joker bites his lip, shrugs and says "Ah. Oh well. Take this painter out…dump him somewhere…I don't care, as long as I don't see him. Oh, and come back, 'cuz you know what happens if you don't." The thug nods politely and says, "Ye…yes…boss." The Joker smiles at him, pats him on the back and whispers "Good. Now, if you would excuse me. I've got a woman to screw."

- - -

"Well it seems that God doesn't like me very…." The Joker stops speaking as he sees Rachel sitting on the same bed, that minutes ago, she was tied to. The Joker snickers, closes the door behind him and walks towards the bed while asking curiously "You didn't try and escape?" Rachel bites her lip and whispers, "I gave you my word, didn't I?"

The Joker finally makes it to the bed, sits on it and states softly "Yes you did, beautiful." Rachel lays back onto the neatly placed pillows and asks tempting him "What? No whipped cream?" The Joker lays back beside her and replies with one eyebrow raised "You disappointed, Princess? 'Cuz you know…there's like a Starbucks on every block around this city…and I'd be more than happy to go blow one up."

Rachel turns onto her side, smiles and asks, "Why are you being so nice to me?" The Joker turns on his side as well, takes her hand in his and asks with a smirk on his face "Would you rather me be mean?" Rachel shakes her head and then looks down at her hand in his. She rubs her fingers between his and states "Answer my question, Joker." The Joker sighs, and takes his hand away from hers while replying "Why, that is one good question, pumpkin." He licks his bottom lip, looks her in the eyes and whispers "Maybe…just maybe…and don't you dare jump to conlusions…but…maybe…"

Rachel watches as he twiddles his thumbs together like a nervous 5 year old would. The Joker watches her flawless expression with great admiration. It was time now…to break his honest streak. It was time…to...lie. He clears his throat and continues, "I like you Miss. Dawes. I..ugh.. like you a lot."

Rachel's eyes widen at the statement just spoken. She bites her bottom lip and just stares at him in utter confusion. The Joker smiles at his plan. How brilliant is he? Too brilliant. He sighs when she doesn't say anything for a few more seconds. So, he decides to step his plan up a notch.

He takes her hand in his once again, rubs it gently and says "Never mind I said that. Too bad there's no undo button in life." He pretends to sigh, and then he lets go of her hand but she pulls it back and says still in shock "No…there isn't an undo button, and I'm glad." The Joker's own eyes get wide with real shock.

He wasn't expecting this, he was expecting to have to usher her into falling in love with him. Ugh, love, the addiction, the heartache, the completely ugly and unrealistic word. Rachel swallows hard and then whispers to the Joker "No! Now you, don't jump to conclusions yourself. I don't like you…"

The Joker shuts her mouth by kissing her with angry obsession. He rolls on top of her quickly and asks into her ear while his breath floods her neck "I thought you didn't lie, beautiful." Rachel shakes her head slightly and whispers, "I don't." The Joker chuckles a dark chuckle and then rips open her silk blouse. She gasps at the action, and then she slowly starts to moan as the Joker starts to lick downwards from her neck line to her mid section.

The Joker asks in a sly tone "What else don't you like, Miss Dawes? How about this?" He takes his hand and puts it underneath the fabric of her black skirt. He moves his hand slowly upwards on her legs. Her eyes shift close and she lets out a pleasure filled sigh. The Joker moves his hand off her legs and traces the boundaries of her panties. He asks into her ear "It seems to me like you do like this."

The Joker removes his hand from underneath her skirt only to look down at her. She truly was beautiful, a complete contradiction to himself. He sighs at his thoughts, but ignores them when two pale lips contact his. Rachel holds his head towards her own and kisses him as deeply as possible. She lets him go and says in a heated tone "You know what else I don't like?"

The Joker watches her eyes widen, as she moves her hands around his shoulders and then downwards towards his chest. She unbuttons the first button to his shirt and whispers, "I don't like when people lie to me"! Unexpectedly, she punches him in the stomach, and he grunts softly and then starts laughing. He falls next to her on the bed and continues to laugh. Maybe his plan, didn't exactly go as planned. Rachel buttons up her blouse once again and screams "How dare you tell me you like me when you actually don't? What? You wanted piety sex? Well, listen buddy. I'm not that type of girl!"

The Joker sits up on the bed and asks suspiciously "And how exactly do you know that I don't like you?" Rachel rolls her eyes and yells back at him "You're a psychopath! You're the Joker for god sakes! What more evidence do you want?" The Joker laughs at this, for a second there, she really had him terrified.

He gets up off the bed, takes her hand in his and with the most deceitful amount of sincerity he says "Rachel, Rachel, Rachel. Listen to yourself, beautiful. That's not any evidence at all. You're a lawyer; you did all this training before! I shouldn't have to teach it to you! Well, that doesn't matter. The point is, that I…. need you."

Rachel smiles and asks, "What was the last part?" The Joker takes his hand off hers and says with real anger "You heard what I said!" Rachel bites her lip and whispers after a few seconds of contemplation "I still don't believe you." The Joker licks his bottom lip, as another idea pops into his mind.

He puts his hand in his pocket, takes out a cell phone and presses 7 on the speed dial. He holds the phone to his ear and says to Rachel "I'll prove it to you, beautiful." He puts the phone on speaker just as the person on the other line speaks "This is Gotham tonight, Linda speaking. How may I help you?" The Joker yells "You can put me on air or else I am going to blow you up, that's how you can help me!" He pauses and then says sweetly "Oh, how rude of me. I forgot. Please and thank you."

Rachel chuckles in the background and then the news anchor says, "What do you want?" The Joker holds the phone out in front of him and says loudly "Let's wind the clock back to about three weeks ago. We all thought Rachel Dawes was dead, and the Batman murdered Harvey Two Face. Buu-h-tt everyone was so concerned about the White Knight's pass that poor little Rachel had to find a way to survive on her own. And now that's where I come in. I saved her from being a pathetic waitress and now here she is, beside me, wondering where the hell I am going with this. Well, to put an end to her curious mind and all of yours Gotham; I am just going to say it. I've had a change of heart, because of her. Rachel…changed things."

The news anchor stays silent for a minute but then he asks puzzled "How exactly did she change things?" The Joker smiles at Rachel, takes her hand and whispers, "Go ahead and tell them, pumpkin." Rachel sighs and says into the phone "He…needs me. He…likes me."

Suddenly, a loud gasp is heard from the news anchor but Rachel interrupts the murmuring around the studio by saying "And…I like him." The Joker smirks as the news anchor breathes heavily while screaming, "Close the phone line. Do it now!" A few seconds letter, the phone connection stops, and all of Gotham are left in shock.

- - -

"Oh dear God." Alfred mutters to himself as he sits down on the couch and watches the television screen that now says 'We're having technical difficulties. Please stand by.' He places his hand over his heart and feels the rapid beating. A few moments later, the door opens and Bruce walks in angrily.

His eyes widen as he sees Alfred's position and he asks worriedly "Alfred, are you alright?" Alfred nods and takes his hand off his chest while asking, "Did you watch the television, sir?" Bruce looks over at the television and says, "Why is it doing that? What's going on Alfred?"

The Butler sighs as Bruce sits beside him on the couch and stamps his foot impatiently. Alfred mutters, "Hopefully it will come on, I cannot be the one to tell you." Bruce's voice cracks as he asks, "Tell me what?" However, at that moment 'Gotham Tonight' comes back on, put a different show about French Bikini Models is shown.

Alfred closes the television as Bruce yells "Alfred, tell me! What the fuck is going on?" Alfred sighs and whispers, "It's about Rachel, Master Wayne. She…she…I can't believe it, but its true. They both announced it, in front of millions." Bruce slams his fist onto the coffee table in front of him and asks, "Announced what?"

Alfred bites his bottom lip and whispers, "She fancies…him, sir. And he to her. But, it's impossible. I mean…" but Bruce standing up and screaming "Fancies? As in like? As in 'could turn into love?'" Alfred nods towards Mr. Wayne and he watches his master pace in front of him.

Bruce grinds his teeth and says, "You were right! There was a reason to why he didn't kill her! He was fucking her instead!" Bruce puts his hand over his eyes and tried to blur out the image from his mind. Alfred tries to speak "Master Wayne…. everything will be fine. At least we know she's safe. That's all that matters."

Bruce chuckles angrily and yells at his butler "Yes, she must feel very safe in that clowns arms! How could the Joker even like a person…he didn't have any friends! And now its like from zero to hero. Damn it, Alfred! He must have her brainwashed or something!" Alfred shakes his head and whispers "No, Master Wayne. I think you have to understand that maybe…just maybe…there exists some human emotions inside that monster. And our innocent Rachel has brought those feelings out into the open." Bruce rolls his eyes and screams out as loudly as he can "I am going to kill that clown!"

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