Author's Note: Hey guys! I want to thank all those who read and reviewed my fic and I applaud you guys for recognizing the Sweeney Todd reference! And I'm sorry for the wait, but school's been sucking up all of my extra time. As for the story I think its going to have 3 chapters and I tried my hardest to get both Joker and Rachel believable according to the movie. Same old' stuff don't be afraid to criticize and PLEASE review! Thanks again.

Disclaimer: Blah blah blah no profit from this, don't own Batman, etc, etc, etc.

"An experiment?" Rachel asked, quietly. She was so terrified by this menacing man that she could feel her very bones rattling. The palms of her hands tied behind her were slicked with sweat. And he knew it. He could smell her fear radiating off her bound body.

The Joker nodded quickly, grotesque head bobbing with unknown glee. He resembled a child, a frightening child, who was keeping a terrible secret. That sickening giggle escaped crimson lips as he reached into his vibrant pants pocket and produced a small silver object. Rachel's eyes widened when she recognized Harvey's "lucky" coin.

Grinning at her with that jagged mouth, the Joker began to flip it in the air, the two faces shining dangerously. "Think of your current….pre-dicament, like…the toss of a coin. Either you live…or you die. Unfortunately, it's not you whose doing the flipping." That demonic throaty voice echoed throughout Rachel's entire body. She glared up at him, teeth clenched.

"Well go on then! Do it already!" She had had enough of this. She would not let this bastard toy with her, flashing her imminent death before her eyes. But to her surprise the Joker let out a guttural chuckle.

"Oh but it isn't me who's choosing your fate." He said in that bizarre child-like voice, taking a slow step towards her. Harvey's coin entrapped in his gloved fist. "No, I'm going to leave that up to a friend of yours…I think you know the one."

Dammit! He's using me to get to Batman! He can't know its Bruce…besides, all of Gotham believes Batman is really Harvey. I have to make this lunatic believe that.

Rachel stared up at the Joker, determined. "Right now, Gotham's finest are escorting Batman to a higher guarded facility. I guess he won't be able to-" she was cut off as Joker's painted face quickly converted to a mask of fury and those leather bound hands were gripping her face once again. Golden eyes glared down at her, livid with flecks of danger. He hands were clenched so tightly on her face that Rachel could feel Harvey's coin digging into her soft flesh. His face was so close that she could see her eyes reflected in his. Dilated and full of terror and shock. She could see every line, crease and stitch carved into this man's face.

"I hate liars…and I know Harvey, Harvey Dent is not the Batman." He said in that dangerous growl, fervent breathe caressing her chin and lips. Tongue quickly traced his lips. Way too close. Joker leaned even closer, scarred lips lightly brushing against hers. "And I know you know." Rachel squirmed trying to create some space between them, but the hands just gripped her tighter. Joker laughed shrilly in her face, yellow stained teeth flashing before her. This is a nightmare! How does he know?

Suddenly the hands shoved her and the force shook her body and banged harshly against the back of the chair. Her face was throbbing with pain and Rachel was sure it would be adorned with bruises soon. If I live that long.

Joker straightened himself up in front of her, strangely calm. He quickly tilted his head and right hand settled on his chin, left arm folded in a mock thoughtful position. "Ya know…I actually believed Dent was Batman…the way he threw himself after you as you fell…" he looked down at her knowingly. "But then they pull this little trick…setting Dent up as bait so I'll go fetch him, like a dog." He snickered, eyes flashing. "Am I that pre-dictable?" Tongue flitted over his mouth. Head tilted horribly, Joker began to circle Rachel once again, eyes scrutinizing her form. Rachel tensed up, when Joker stepped behind her, just out of her vision.

A hand caresses her hair and that deformed mouth is pressed to her ear. "Ya know what I think? I think that Harvey Harvey Dent assumed that I would believe him to be the Batman…so he turned himself in…then they got cocky and decided to set a trap for me, so I would follow the piper's tune and go for Dent…", he whispered whimsically into her ear. Rachel's heart began to hammer in her chest.

"Then the real Batman would show up and I would be caught…a real…happy ending…" He laughed scornfully, rancid breath washing over her neck. "But what they don't seem to get in their heads is that I'm always…ah-ead." Rachel felt him leave, his suffocating presence disappeared. She frantically looked around her. He was gone.

Silence all around her. The shadows seemed to creep closer as though they wanted to drag her to them. Consumed by morbid darkness just like this city. What did he mean "ahead"? Is this all a trick? I wouldn't put it past the Joker…what if he tries to get me to tell him who Batman is? No. I won't let him win. No matter what sadistic thing this fucker does, I will not reveal Batman. I won't!

A creepy chuckle erupted from the gloom, making Rachel jump and jerking her out of her thoughts. Twisted burst of colors emerged once again. As though he glided. He stared down at her, that sinister smile splitting his face. "Now there is one thing I don't understand…" The demented clown said in his eccentric sing-song voice. He crossed over and without hesitation, sat down on Rachel's lap. His weight pressed her thighs painfully to the chair. As if they were old friends, the Joker casually draped his right arm around her bound shoulders, in his left hand, the familiar blade twinkled menacingly. Rachel was frozen, her body no longer hers, sweat beginning to gather on her exposed neck.

Not looking at her, but at his blade that whimsical voice utters," What is it about you that drives the two…faces of Gotham wild?" With that his eyes darted over to her, face blank. Rachel couldn't answer. How could she? She didn't even know.

But the Joker pressed on, leaning in closer and began to lightly trace the blade on her soft, pink lips. "I mean…they go off and try to save the city, one feeble criminal after another…but…what do you do? Stand by and watch this city be corrupted while you yank the strings of your morality puppets?" Rachel stared at him, her heart weighing heavy. No he's wrong! I help others…I just…allowed myself to be tricked and captured…

The Joker tilted his head and smirked knowingly. He had never expected her to answer. He didn't need her to. He could see every thought swim within her turquoise orbs. Blade in hand, the Joker nicked at her lip, making Rachel gasp in pain. A small ruby drop began to spill out. He leaned in and lapped it up quickly, lightly stroking her mouth with his scarlet tongue. A rich crimson wine. Rachel groaned in disgust and her body shuddered in revulsion. The Joker chuckled darkly, the hand that had been resting on her shoulder raised to cup the back of her neck. He leaned in even further, until his white forehead met hers. Rachel's legs were beginning to go numb from his weight. The knife was placed at her jawbone, daring her to move.

"But I can tell you what you are good for…" That sinister guttural voice had returned. Rachel was wary, terrified, and repulsed. Her eyes resembled an unfortunate rabbit cornered by the fox. The Joker grinned wildly, eyes flashing gleefully. "absolutely nothing." And the demon's lips came crashing down on hers, smiling through her screams.

Whew, This chapter was really hard for some reason! Hee hee sorry I had to leave it at a cliffhanger looks down guiltily , but hopefully this was worth the wait! So again, please review and I will update as soon as I can.