Authors Note:
I will be honest.
I kind of was skeptical about updating because of the short response I recieved last time.
I realized that most of my readers, probably don't care about this story anymore, and my muse was lost.
Well, hopefully this chapter is alright...I don't have high hopes for it, well, because a writer without a muse is like a painter without paint.
Anyways, please review! It really will help me out and let me know if you are still enjoying it or not.
Thanks.
Chapter 22:
"No. Nope. Too fat. Looks too old. Looks too young." The Commissioner says in soft voice each time a profile page appears on the computer screen. Pictures appear on the computer, each one of a deceased man between the ages of 25 to 30. Suddenly, one picture catches Gordon's eye, so he points to the screen and states "Stop, go back."
Gordon watches as one of his officers click the back button on the screen. The Mayor, now holding a cup of coffee behind the Commissioner, reads aloud over his shoulder "Jack Napier?" He pauses, takes a deep breath in and then asks in a puzzled tone, "You think this is him?" The Commissioner ignores his question by reading in small murmurs "6' 1, male, white, has a background in accounting…. accounting? Well that's odd."
The Commissioner clears his throat, and says, "James, move." The young officer gets up off the chair and Gordon sits down onto it while having a closer look at the profile. The Mayor widens his eyes and says in an embarrassed tone "I don't see it. I can't tell that it's him from this picture. I mean, it can't be!"
The Mayor smirks and says towards a young female officer "Miss. Come here for a second." The woman nods and walks towards the Mayor while he points to the computer screen and asks, "Who do you think this is?" The woman smiles, looks back at the Mayor and says with a blush on both her cheeks "Someone I'd like to meet." The Mayor chuckles as the woman walks away and then Gordon continues reading "Stand up comedian; failed…hmmm… went into accounting one year later before committing suicide. Sir, ugh… I think we found our guy."
The Mayor shakes his head, stares at the picture some more and says, "There is no way that guy is the Joker! It just looks nothing like him…I mean, he doesn't even have scars."Gordon leans back in his computer chair and says to the young Officer James "Get me 'Jack Napier'…his file…if there still is one. I have a feeling this guy has had a criminal record."
James nods his head and runs off quickly to search for the file. The Commissioner turns back towards the computer and types in Jack Napier on the personal file system in Gotham Quarters. He clicks on the first archive, opens it up and gasps at horrible page in front of him. He bites his bottom lip and eyes the page filled with pictures of a murdered pregnant woman.
He sighs and whispers "Oh boy…" The Mayor glances over the Commissioners shoulders, shudders and whispers, "I remember that case. Poor guy…he came home one day from the office, only to find his pregnant wife murdered. Man, if that were me I'd probably go nut-so." Gordon looks at the page sadly and pictures his wife in the same situation and then he closes his eyes and responds, "I would too."
Commissioner Gordon sighs, scrolls down the page to look for more information while saying "Well, I think we found our guy." The Mayor looks down at the floor then down at the Commissioner once again while saying in a soft tone "Why did he call himself the Joker, though?" Gordon chuckles, clicks back on the screen to see a picture of Jack Napier. He bites his bottom lip and says, "He's trying to prove that life is a joke, as Machiavelli himself said." He looks back at the computer screen and yells loudly to everyone in the room "Get me more information of this guy, Jack Napier!" Gordon looks back the computer and mutters softly so no one else can hear "I'm sorry Jack, but I have to find you."
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"Oww…" Rachel hisses loudly as the Joker holds the alcoholic compress to her wound. The Joker scoffs and says in an irritated tone "Don't be such a girl." Rachel whines as the alcohol burns the wound and then she mutters in a small whimper "I am a girl. Besides, I can act how I want. You did this to me." The Joker rolls his eyes, walks towards the cupboard where Frank keeps his thread. He opens it, takes out a needle, and some thread and walks back to Rachel.
Rachel stares at the thread for a second and she pleads softly "Tell me your not going to sew it up." The Joker removes the cloth from her arm and says, "Fine, I'm not going to." Rachel scrunches her eyebrows together and asks, "Are you lying?" The Joker giggles, replies "Yup," and then grabs her arm forcefully and pushes the needle to a spot near the wound.
Rachel screams from the pain and this causes the Joker to miss a loop with the thread. The Joker, suddenly, grabs her arm strongly and forces it be straight. He growls and shouts into her face "Do you want to fucking do this yourself, Miss. Dawes?" Rachel shakes her head quickly, and the Joker drops the needle and lets it hang on its thread down her arm.
The Joker licks his bottom lip and stares into Rachel's eyes as she tries to control her trembling. The Joker picks up the needle again and starts to sew the wound together while saying "When Frank gets home with his wife…I'm leaving." Rachel slightly gasps and says softly "Why?" The Joker rolls his eyes and says in a cocky tone "Be-cause…. beautiful, there is a track of blood on the floor, your wounded, and the guest room is torn apart, and I'm not wearing any gloves."
Rachel's eyebrows knit and she is about to ask when the Joker senses her confused state. He clears his throat and continues "Fingerprints. Though, I doubt they'd have me on their files." Rachel whines in pain and asks, "Why wouldn't they have you, Jack?" The Joker bends down to her arm, rips the thread with his teeth and then says in a bitter tone "Miss. Dawes, I told you not to call me that. I mean, would I call you something that you hated? Hmmm? If you hated the name, Fat-Elepant-Banana-Falooza, would I call you that? Nope, I wouldn't."
He pauses, takes the needle and throws it into the kitchen sink while screaming "Stop fucking calling me that!" Rachel whines at the scream and then after a few seconds, she sighs and asks "Why wouldn't they have you on profile?" The Joker pops his bottom lip and replies emotionless "They don't have deceased people on their files." Rachel watches him sit down beside her on the table and then she whispers "Your not dead, you know that, right?" The Joker giggles at the question, scratches at his scars and then giggles some more. He looks over at Rachel's wound and sees that she is looking at her arm devastated.
The Joker clears his throat and asks her "Does it still hurt?" Rachel nods and reaches over to grab the Jokers hand when he pulls his hand away. He looks over at her and says "Not now." Rachel bites her bottom lip while spitting out "I'm the one that gets stabbed and you're the one that's angry." The Joker chuckles at this and asks through a fit of giggles "I'm not…. angry. I'm happy…. I'm fucking always happy!"
The Joker points to his scars, gets off the table and asks in a terrifying tone "Do you see the smile? I'm always happy!" Rachel shakes her head, closes her eyes and says "Your not always happy, Jack." The Joker roars and takes her face in between his hands and squeezes her cheeks together very tightly. She whines as he says harshly "Look at me you little slut! I said…." He grabs her face and makes sure her eyes stare right into his while he continues, "Look at me!"
Rachel gulps as the Joker continues on, pressing his forehead to hers, his lips to hers as he continues angrily "You know, you're harder to tame than a rat on steroids, Miss. Dawes." He presses his scarred lips against the side of her ear while saying into them "Listen to me…." He licks his lips and says in a quirky tone "Good, now that I've got your attention, I can finally…ugh….spea-k."
But before he can speak Rachel whispers, "I love you, Jack." The Joker takes her by the hair and holds her in front of him while yelling "Don't use that word around me!" Rachel grunts as he throws her back onto the table, causing her already wounded arm to hurt even more. The Joker pulls on his hair and scratches his head while saying "You…You…Rachel Dawes…."
He pauses for a second and pulls Rachel up onto a sitting position on the table. The Joker pulls her face close to him, and Rachel eyes are wide while she interrupts him by yelling "I what? Jack? Tell me! What am I to you? Tell me!" The Joker takes her hand in his, sighs and says "Your…." He closes his eyes and mutters "You…" Rachel looks deep into his eyes, calms herself down and asks softly "Please…just, say it." The Joker rubs her hand with his fingers roughly and then he says with a chuckle "It."
Rachel rolls her eyes and scoffs while asking "Are you ever serious?" The Joker flashes her a real smile while saying "You've asked me that like a billion times before, and well…you know the answer Princess." Rachel's eyebrows rise at the sudden change of mood. She shrugs and says this time more intensely "Please ugh…Ja…I mean, Joker…. Can you tell me how you feel about me? Then I promise, I'll get off your back."
The Joker let's go of her, takes a few steps back while saying "Okay, here's the thing doll face. I don't feel anything for you…get it now?" Rachel smiles and asks, "Then how come you're here? How come you rescued me from that hospital? How come you told me that you do need me? How come…" Before Rachel can continue the Joker yells "How come! How come! How come! Fuck! So many comes! If you fucking want me to come that badly, you'll have to help me get off first!"
Rachel bites on her bottom lip and then says with a chuckle "You know, using humor as a defense mechanism is not going to work anymore with me. I know you now…" The Joker rolls his eyes and asks loudly "You spend what…two weeks with me…and now, all of a sudden, you know me. And you think that I have…feel-ings for ya?" Rachel interrupts by saying "Not feelings…love…l o v e, love."
The Joker sighs deeply and says with a smile "You know what Miss. Dawes? You have these so called 'lov---- you know what I'm taking about. You have those feelings for me, hmmm?" Rachel nods and the Joker continues in a husky tone "Prove it." Rachel shrugs and she asks in a puzzled tone "How?" The Joker walks over to the cupboard, pulls out a knife, throws it at her and says "I don't know…use your imagination."
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"I'm in the shower!" Harley shouts at the door, obviously lying, sitting on her couch in her living room, staring the door. The knocks get louder and louder so Harley shouts "I said, I'm in the…" before she can finish her sentence, the door gets knocked down and she gasps as Bruce dressed up as the Batman walks in.
Harley squeezes her eyebrows together while saying, "What if that actually was true!" The Batman walks up to her, as she asks puzzled "Bruce, what's going on?" The Batman chuckles and says, "I don't know, Harley. Other than it being a pleasant evening, I'm having a bad hair day, I'm really craving cheesecake…oh yeah… the Joker has escaped and taken Rachel with him."
Harley's eyes go wide and she fakes being surprised by asking melodramatically "He did? When?" Bruce rolls his eyes, takes off his Batman mask and says angrily "Cut the crap, Harley! Why didn't you tell me?" Harley sighs and whispers "You were so happy Bruce, for that one moment, I just couldn't tell you…I thought it would break your heart!"
Bruce shakes his head and says harshly "I don't need you to protect me!" Harley taunts and asks loudly "Well, then, who is? Gordon? No, no way! He has his family to worry about, the city, he's not going to have time for you Bruce! All I ever wanted to do was help you…. help the city…somehow…but now I see, it's all one big humongous joke!"
Bruce walks closer to Harley as she continues "Again, and again, people try to do nice things for others but no one cares!" Bruce sighs and states sadly "Harley, I do that everyday. I know it's hard…but one day, you'll see everything will be fine." Harleen shakes her head, sighs and whispers "Go rescue Rachel, Bruce." Harley is about to walk away but he grabs her hand, pulls her back and whispers, "I never thanked you…" Harley smiles and replies "Don't thank me, because of me, the Joker and Rachel could be half way around the world."
Bruce chuckles and asks after a small reflection "You sure she loves him?" Harley looks down at the floor while answering, "Yes." Bruce bites his bottom lip and asks "And he loves her?" Harley nods at this and Bruce lets go of Harley's hand while saying "Well, I guess it's about time we all moved on." Harley shakes her head and says "No, Bruce. Come on, I can be wrong. It's been known to happen to me, I mean, I am not a complete…." And before she could continue, Bruce takes her in his arms and kisses her.
Bruce chuckles lightly after pushing his lips away from hers and then he says, "This time, I'm sober." Harley frowns and says, "Bruce, I am not anyone's last resort." Bruce walks away, picks up his Batman mask and says, "Oh, I know. You already told me." He smiles and walks out the door while Harley watches him place the mask over his head. Harley bites her bottom lip and whispers to herself "There goes my…Bat." She wrinkles her eyebrows, giggles and then sits down on her couch while contemplating what to do with her broken door.
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"We have honestly got to stop doing this." Rachel says as she breathes against the Jokers naked chest. He brushes his hand around her nude thighs and Rachel moans at his touch. The Joker giggles and whispers, "It seems to me that you like…it." Rachel sighs into the Joker's chest as he continues "And I like it…so why…again, do we have to stop, beautiful?"
Rachel smiles, chuckles and uses her fingers to draw circles on the Joker's chest while she says, "Well, for one thing, I'm pretty sure it's not good for our health. Secondly…" The Joker chuckle interrupts Rachel and she uses her elbows to lift her self-up. She lays down on top of him while asking, "What is so funny?" The Joker licks his bottom lip and continues to giggle, stating, while running a hand of his down her body "I'm pretty sure it is good for our health…and if it isn't, well Princess, trust me. It won't matter…you'll still fuck me."
Rachel gasps and pretends to be shocked and then she says, "Jack, I am completely appalled!" She giggles and before the Joker can get angry at her for calling him by his alias, Rachel whines in pain from the wound on her arm. The Joker rolls his eyes and says "Give me your arm." Rachel sits up on to her behind and so does the Joker.
He takes her arm in his hand, and his fingers on his other hand massage around her wound. He bends down and kisses the area around the wound. Rachel watches him in awe at his actions and before she can utter something, the Joker looks into her eyes and whispers "My wife…. used to do that to me. She always thought kisses could cure everything, she was a…. strange one."
Rachel pecks the Joker quickly on the lips and then she says "I'm sorry about how she left you…just because of your scars. Other than that fact, she sounds like a….nice…woman." The Joker shakes his head and tries to break the emotion in the room with a joke "Who says she was a woman?" Rachel narrows her eyes to him and the Joker clears his throat and whispers "My…ugh…wife, didn't leave me because of the scars, doll. She left…because…she was murdered. Her a long with my…unborn daughter."
Tears start to fill Rachel's eyes as the Joker continues on with the story "I came home one day, to…ugh…see her naked body filled with lashes of blood and my…daughter's embryo…. Hanging right off of her." Rachel wipes away the tears that are falling from her eyes with her hands. The Joker clears his throat once again before saying "That's the day I realized that…life is just one big…. joke. Except the punch lines are a lot harsher in…. the real world."
Rachel continues to watch him, this time; he is silent and completely still. Rachel wipes away one final tear and then she whispers, "I don't know what to say." The Joker puts up a finger, giggles and says "Well, that's the monopoly game to ya…you never know where your gonna land." Rachel sighs and bites her bottom lip while saying "I'm sorry about your wife. Can I ask? What was her name?"
The Joker looks deep into her eyes and responds with complete sincerity "Rachel. Her name was Rachel." Miss Dawes' eyes widen at this and then the Joker snaps "What? It's a popular name!" Rachel nods at this statement and then she says, "I know it is." The Joker points to her wound and asks; trying to change the subject "Ugh… does it hurt still, Pumpkin?"
Rachel shrugs her shoulders and replies, "I might as well get used to the pain, because it's going to be there for quite a while." The Joker nods, kisses her lips once more passionately and then mutters, "You know…it tickles when we kiss, but you don't see me complaining, beautiful." Rachel bats her eyelashes at him, smiles and says into his ear "Then don't kiss me."
The Joker pouts, giggles and kisses up her neck while saying "Doll, it's worth the pain." Rachel rolls her eyes, pushes him back a little while saying "You only say that because you like the pain!" The Joker licks his bottom lip, smirks and replies back in a husky tone "Beautiful, I'm saying that because it is worth the pain. Rachel, I'm disappointed in you. You know I'm a man of my word."
Rachel scoffs at this, glances over at the time and says in shock "Speaking of men of their word, when did Frank say he was coming home?" The Joker shrugs, and gets up quickly and says "Okay….you have to clean up while I….help." Rachel gets up and reaches for her clothes but the Joker stops her and says "Do it in the nude." Rachel chuckles and whispers back to him "Why? Is that one of your fantasies? Watching me clean in the nude?"
The Joker rolls his eyes and says angrily "Right now my greatest fantasy is cutting off your tongue, but I can't do that because then our spit sharing would get boring….fast." Rachel tries to stay serious and become angry, but she cannot so she chuckles and says "Your going to help me right?" But before she finishes the sentence the Joker grabs her, spins her around so her body lies in his arms in a bed of air.
He pushes up his hand around her thighs, bottom, and up her back as he says "My, my, my, Miss. Dawes. Your all dirty…you need me to clean you up?" Rachel's eyebrows rise at this and then she says, "Frank could be home at any second and there is blood all over the floor." The Joker drops her onto the cold floor while saying "Yeah, maybe later."
- - -- -
"Ugh…Commissioner, there is this guy on the phone for you. Name's Frank Harrison, calling from Emmington. He says he has Rachel." The Commissioners eyes go wide and he picks up the phone and places it line two, before saying "Commissioner Gordon speaking." On the other line Frank says in a whisper "Listen, my wife doesn't want me doing this and neither does Rachel, but I feel like I have to tell you. Rachel is in my house right now. She's safe and she is back at home, like I said before...in my house."
The Commissioner gasps before asking "Is she alone? No Joker?" Frank clears his throat on the other end while answering "No, just this nice fellow named Jack. He helped rescue…" The Commissioner screams into the phone "His name is Jack?" Frank bites his lip as Gordon says, "Give me the address. My men and I are on our way to your house. I advise you sir, to stay wherever you are. Your neighbors could be in grave danger."
Frank asks quickly into the phone "Is something wrong with the kid? Jack? Officer, what's going on?" The Commissioner sighs into the phone, wanting desperately to tell this man the truth but he cannot so he says, "Just me give me the goddamn address!" Frank nods and the Commissioner closes his eyes to relax for one second.
Authors Note:
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