Authors Note:

Well, once again I am not satisfied with this chapter. You know what they say, unlucky number 13, and well it seems to be that way.

But, I tried my best for the time that I had to write it.

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Chapter 13:

"Rachel!" Batman screams into the darken hallway of the abandoned building. His arms spring up and he quickly pushes the door wide open. His eyes widen at the sight in front of him. He is too late, the cops had already left along with his Rachel and the Joker. Well, it is only a matter of reason because the Commissioner had called him moments after he had contacted Rachel Dawes.

Bruce Wayne marches across the room to see the Joker's jacket, tie, vest and shirt, laying on the floor. His eyebrows lift in confusion at the sight. Why would he take off his clothes? Suddenly, Bruce's teeth grind together tightly and he shouts out in pain "No!" He was and still is unfortunately right. The Joker did sleep with her. Batman's eyes glare down at the clothes and then he picks them up and starts ripping them to shreds.

Once he finishes, he paints from exhaustion and looks around the room once again. He sees ropes near the bed, but what really catches his eye, is a camera in front of the ropes. Bruce walks towards it, picks it up and whispers to himself "Fingerprints." He licks his lips once, holds onto the camera and leaves the room in a hurry, not wanting to think about the Joker any longer.

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"We got you…again." The Commissioner smiles from across the table in the interrogation room. The Joker rolls his eyes and says softly "Well, Congrats Commissioner. It does seem that you and your men miss me an awful lot. The other criminals around here aren't as much fun as I am, are they? Oh…and could you get me another shirt, you see, yellow, really isn't my color." The Commissioner sighs and is about to say something when Jackson opens the door to the interrogation room.

Jackson walks up to Gordon while saying "Evenin'. I have some bad news, sir." The Joker's eyebrows twist as Jackson whispers something in Gordon's ear. Commissioner Gordon gasps and asks, "Is she going to be alright?" Jackson shrugs his shoulders, walks away while replying, "I don't know, boss. I was just asked to deliver the news to you, that's all." Jackson leaves the room and the Commissioner turns to look at the Joker with a sad expression written across his face.

The Joker reads his face with interest and asks pretending to sound concerned "Is this about Rachel?" The Commissioner looks down at the table, and then says, "Put your hands out." The Joker lifts his handcuffed arms and Jim Gordon unlocks the handcuffs. The Joker giggles and asks "Going to get coffee again, Com—ission-er?"

Gordon shakes his head, sighs and replies softly "Rachel got electrocuted tonight." The Joker pops his bottom lip and says slyly "I know, I was there. I was the one that got arres-sted. You see, that's why I am gracing you with my presence...Well about Miss Dawes. It was just a stun gun, so she should be fine now. Speaking of fine, when is beautiful going to be allowed to visit me…and when she does…I'd like my alone time with her, you see, your cop friends interrupted a little something."

The Joker smirks and Gordon raises his voice "Just stop making jokes already! I don't know how to tell you this because I have never had to tell a psychopath anything like this!" The Joker bites his bottom lip, now truly interested in this news about his toy. The Joker sighs and whispers "What's the news, cop? What happened to Rachel?"

Gordon sighs once again and replies "She's in the hospital now. It seems that when one of my men stunned her accidentally, they hit an area of her back that was close to her heart." The Joker's eyes widen in real shock, ironically. His face falls hard and he asks stiffly "Well, she's going to make it, right? I mean...she survived a bomb! A little electricity never hurt anybody...right?"

Gordon looks down at the table and the Joker smiles slightly because of the fact that his plan is still working. The Joker clears his throat and raises his voice with fake anger "Tell me!" The Commissioner shrugs his shoulders and whispers back "I don't know…I…I'm not a doctor…I…I'm sorry…I'm sorry about Rachel."

The Joker wants desperately to laugh at Gordon's stuttering but he doesn't. The Joker frowns and thinks of a way to cause even more chaos, and the perfect way to do it is to make even the cops feel horrible for the pain he is about to receive.

"You mean to tell me that you killed my girl twice? And both times were accidents? Well, that's…. really a pre-di-cament Commissioner." Gordon stands up and screams, "She's not your girl! Don't you ever say that about Rachel! She's just a bit confused right now! That's all!"

The Joker smirks and replies "Confused? No, no…no! You're the one confused about how life works. You see, Rachel needs someone like me. Someone to teach her that life really has no rules…. and you…your saying she's confused because she knows what she wants? Well, cop…it seems that the tables have turned. You can't hurt me because Rachel's your friend, and I can't hurt you, 'cuz well…you're her friend…and…ugh..." he stops, sighs and mutters softly "…I'd do anything for her."

Gordon's face falls and he gasps before saying "Jesus Christ. I can't believe it! I just…. you love her, don't you?" The Joker waves his hands in front of him and says "Whoa…that is a strong word. Actually, that word doesn't exist in my vocabulary." The Commissioner laughs and says, "You are in love with her!" The Joker shakes his head and mutters, "No, I'm not. I'm…"

Gordon interrupts by saying "You can contradict all you want, clown. I know the truth." The Joker giggles at this and says with pure honestly "Trust me on this one cop, no, you don't." Gordon pushes his chair out the way, and says with true sympathy "I'll let you know about her condition and if it improves or not…. But Joker…I need you to co-operate with us this time."

The Joker laughs in return and then asks mockingly "That word doesn't exist in my vocabulary either." Gordon rolls his eyes and says angrily "Look. Here's the deal. If you co-operate with us for the next 24 hours, I'll take you to see Rachel." The Joker stares at Gordon in the eyes and is about to whisper 'no'but he stops himself, licks his bottom lip and says "Fine. I'll co-operate for 24 hours. I'll just think of it as my day off."

Gordon walks towards the exit and says, "I'll be back. I need…" the Joker finishes his sentence for him "…a cup of coffee. Yeah, I know. I've been here before, remember?" Once the door closes the Joker starts laughing and then he says out loud to no one in particular "Oh, you are a genius Mr. J."

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"What's this?" Alfred asks as Bruce throws him the video camera he found. Bruce whips off his jacket and shouts, "What do you think it is Alfred? A teddy bear? For god sakes, look at it. It's a camera!" Alfred's eyebrows knit and he whispers sadly "Yes, I'm sorry, sir. I shouldn't have been so blunt." Bruce rubs his eyes and says "I found it at the apartment…beside ropes, and his clothes."

Alfred opens the camera and replies "His clothes? Why were they off…ahhhh. That's why you're angry." Bruce chuckles and starts pacing while shouting "I'm not angry! Do I seem angry? Because I'm not." Alfred nods his head and whispers dryly "Well, that's great then. Uhh…Master Wayne, there's a CD in here…should we take a look?"

Bruce shrugs his shoulders and says, "What's the use, Alfred? I don't even know what I am doing anymore." Alfred opens the DVD player while replying "Well, maybe there is a clue on here that will let you know." Alfred rewinds the CD for a few seconds and then clicks play.

"Wait, who the hell is that?" Bruce asks as he sees a dirty blonde haired man sitting beside a tied up Rachel. His clothes are the Joker's clothes and Alfred gasps and says "That can't be him! Can it, sir?" Bruce doesn't say anything but watches the screen. Bruce observes how 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."

Bruce eyes widen because he has never heard such a disgusting thing in his entire life. He shakes off the thought and continues watching. Rachel watches as the Joker's tongue licks his lips one last time. He moves the knife into her mouth, towards her right cheek. Alfred asks terrified "He is going to do it, is he, Master Wayne?"

Bruce ignores the question and continues watching. 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. Then suddenly Rachel whispers, "You do…." The Joker stops his knife, and she looks at him with the utmost sincerity and says again, "You do…." Bruce wrinkles his eyebrows and asks "He does what? What?"

The Joker smirks, removes his knife from her mouth and asks "What do I do, Miss Dawes?" Bruce then starts yelling at the screen "What does he do? Tell me!" Rachel blushes before uttering "Truth. You do…. turn me on." Alfred clears his throat and whispers, "Maybe we should turn this off, sir." But Bruce yells "Quiet!" and continues watching. The Joker looks at her in confusion and asks mockingly "Yeah? Well, prove it." Rachel shrugs her shoulders in return, looks into his eyes and says, "That's not something you can prove. Unless…."

His hand travels up her skirt…. and then Bruce yells at the television "Son of a bitch! Where is that clown? Alfred! Where the fuck is he?" Alfred eyes widen and he stutters, "I…. I…would…guess in Gotham jail, Master Wayne. But I don't think going now would be the best idea."

Bruce marches towards the door and yells angrily "I don't need your opinion, Alfred! I never asked for it and I don't want it!" Bruce clicks the elevator button, and steps into it while Alfred shouts out "Master Wayne…" but the elevator door shuts before Alfred can continue. Alfred closes the television screen and whispers to himself "God help us all."

Authors Note:

Brucey, Brucey, Brucey. He is being one real tough cookie, isn't he? Well, that would probably be my reaction if I saw a tape like that, with the boy I loved in it.

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