Chapter 8: The First Admission
Another long chapter for you guys!
Also, there is some dialogue in this chapter that will come about later in this story (hint: it's between Joker and Bagheera) (hint hint: a lot of clues to what will happen in this story is in the dialogue...I am notorious for putting the answers in dialogue, just ask the fans of my AHS fics!)
"You wanna play games," Harvey asked as he pulled out his hidden weapon and loaded it. He showed the frightened, dark haired man that had shot Gordon during the parade the gun and then shot it into a forgotten garbage can in the darkness of the alley. Harvey felt rage surging through his veins as he placed the business end of the gun against the man's forehead.
"How's that feel huh," Harvey asked as he glared down at the fearful man.
"You wouldn't," the man babbled, fear was evident in his shaky voice.
"I WOULDN'T," Harvey screamed, "You don't think I will?"
The man mumbled his disagreement.
"You don't think I will?"
Again the man disagreed as he glared up at the district attorney.
"No," Harvey answered and pulled the gun away as the man yelped softly in surprise, "No I wouldn't. That's why I'm not going to leave it up to me."
The man looked at him in confusion as he watched Dent pull a coin out of his pocket.
"Heads," Harvey informed the man, "You get to keep your head. Tails? Not so lucky."
The man looked at the coin as he shook in his place in the chair. Darkness moved closer to the two men as they stood in the empty space in the Narrows alone.
"So," Harvey asked with the gun pointed at the shaky man, "You want to tell me about the Joker?"
The man smiled at Dent and did not reply to his question. Harvey felt the anger surge once again through his body, but he had to keep his temper steady. He flipped the coin and allowed it to fall against his hand. He flipped it over and revealed heads to the frightened man. The angered district attorney listened to the murderer laugh at his good fortune.
"Let's go again," Harvey suggested and readied to throw the coin back into the air again.
"I don't know anything," the man screamed in fear as he lurched forward in his binds, tears of fear fell from his eyes, "I don't!"
"You're not playing the odds friend," Harvey Dent informed him, "Let's do it again."
Harvey flipped the coin high into the dark air and watched in surprise as another hand lurched out from the darkness and caught it.
"You'd leave a man's life up to chance," the husky voice of the Batman asked.
"Not exactly," Harvey answered as he looked at the Batman that now stood between him and the crazed man that had shot Gordon.
"His name is Shef Thomas," Batman informed him, "He's a paranoid schitzophrenic, a former patient at Arkham. He's the kind that the Joker attracts. What do you expect to learn from him?"
Harvey watched as the Batman began to walk away from him.
"The Joker killed Gordon," Harvey informed the masked man as he hurried after him, "He's taken that crooked detective. He's going to kill her and then kill Rachel!"
"You're the symbol of hope that I can never be," the Batman informed him, "Your stand against organized crime is the first legitimate ray of light in Gotham in decades. If anyone saw this everything would be undone. All the criminals you pulled off the streets would be released and Jim Gordon would have died for nothing. Bagheera Lewis is going to be the Joker's undoing. She knows how to handle psychopaths. If she's still alive, we can count on her."
Harvey Dent soaked in the words that the caped crusader was telling him. He didn't truly believe that Bagheera Lewis was a clean cop, but he knew that if the Batman believed in her that he should have at least a little trust in her.
"You're going to hold a press conference tomorrow," the Batman demanded.
"Why," he asked in slight confusion.
"No one else will die because of me," the Batman answered, "Gotham's in your hands now."
"You can't," Harvey stated as the Batman walked away from him, "You can't give in. YOU CAN'T GIVE IN!"
The Batman did not turn back at his words and the anger that he felt had slightly receded.
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The Joker jumped up and down in giddiness as the GCN news announced that the Batman was going to reveal himself to the world. He looked over to Bagheera and smiled as he looked at the binds that held her to the bed and smiled at her. He could see the contempt on her face as she watched the district attorney speaking to the residents of Gotham. He had seen the hurt in her eyes when he had forced her to watch GCN reporters try to get interviews from Gordon's family about his violent death, but contempt was by far his second favorite look on her. The blood that had stained her face from the beating that Bob had given her had been washed off after he had dramatically pretended that he was beating her to all of Gotham City.
"The little bat is going to do it," the Joker announced in astonishment as he pointed to the television and then fluttered his arms wildly as if he possessed bat wings.
"He won't," Bagheera said in a tired voice.
"What was that Baggy," the Joker asked as he walked, almost predator like, towards the bed, "You'll need to," he licked his lips, "speak louder."
"The Batman won't turn himself in for me," she informed him bitterly as she eyed his predatory stance.
"Oh," he said with a low chuckle, "I believe you, but what about for that little ADA?"
Bagheera looked away from the clown.
"Does it make you feel bad Baggy," he asked as he looked her over, his voice mocked sadness, "that a man like the Batman won't come to save you? That he can love someone as plain as Rachel Dawes while everyone condemns you," he laughed loudly as he sat down beside her and fiddled with her hair, "while the papers start telling the world about our wild night together?"
She looked back up at the clown and shook her head. A laugh escaped her as she glared daggers into his brown eyes, "No it doesn't. I don't need a man to save me," she jerked her hair out of his gloved fingers, "I don't need to worry about what the papers lie about," she smiled at him as she added, "Why do you care so much about what they say about me?"
The Joker bopped her on the nose and smiled at her as he answered, "Well I do have an image to uphold. Sleeping around and being a playboy," he shrugged his shoulders as he pushed himself away from her, "well that's Bruce Wayne's job."
Bagheera looked away from the Joker and back towards the television that he had rolled in earlier that morning to see Bruce Wayne standing on the outskirts of the crowd that were waiting patiently to hear Dent's words.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Harvey Dent announced through the television, "I've called this press conference for two reasons. Firstly to assure the citizens that everything that can be done over the Joker killings is being done. Secondly is the Batman has offered to turn himself in."
Bagheera took a deep breath as she looked away from the television and towards the clown that stood tall in front of the television.
"But first let's consider the situation," Dent suggested to the audience in the crowd, "should we surrender to this terrorist's demands," the Joker snickered, "Do we really think that he's-"
"You'd rather protect an outlaw vigilante than the lives of citizens," a female voice came from somewhere behind the many cameras.
"The Batman is an outlaw," Dent answered, "but that's not why we are demanding he turn himself in. We're doing it because we are scared."
"This is wrong," Bagheera whispered as she watched the news and shook her head. She shuddered as the Joker turned to her with a dark glint in his brown eyes.
"We've been happy to let the Batman clean up our streets until now," Harvey continued.
"Things are worse than ever," a man in the crowd yelled.
"Yes they are," the district attorney answered honestly, "but the night is darkest just before the dawn and I promise you that the dawn is coming. One day the Batman will have to answer for the laws he's broken. But to us, not to this madman."
"Did you vote for him Baggy," the Joker asked with a chuckle, "I didn't vote, but I would have. He's honest. That's what this world needs, honest people," he smiled and winked at Bagheera and turned back to the television set.
Bagheera felt a shudder of fear ripple through her body as she analyzed his words. She wondered if he knew something about her that she never told anyone.
"No more dead cops," they heard another man scream and hollers of agreement followed.
"He should turn himself in!"
"Is that what you wanted," she asked, "Entropy?"
The Joker turned to her and smiled, "I prefer the term chaos Baggy."
"So be it," Dent informed the audience, "Take the Batman into custody."
Bagheera watched with sharp eyes as the camera scanned the audience. Her eyes stopped on Bruce Wayne as he moved ever so slightly forward and then stopped.
"I am the Batman," Dent announced to the crowd. Shocked voices moved through the building and Bagheera's eyes moved away from the television set to the Joker.
"What," the Joker yelled in annoyance, disappointment filled his voice as he added, "No, no, no, no. That just won't do!"
"Did you really think that this would work," Bagheera asked, but her question landed on deaf ears as she watched the man pace around the television with anger growing visibly over his body.
Bagheera shook her head as she watched the clown pace in anger.
"They're going to take him into custody," she informed him. She felt as if she had betrayed her badge with that little tidbit of information, but she wanted to be out of this small room and she knew she stood her best chance if she could make the Joker want to leave.
She watched with hidden hope as he turned to her. She pushed herself into the bed bannister as he moved towards her with a new sense of urgency. She watched as he pulled the binds off of her.
"Get up Baggy," he demanded of her.
Bagheera slowly pushed herself off of the bed, the pain from her wound radiated once again throughout her body.
"We're gonna go for a little ride," he explained as he pushed her forward harshly.
"Ow," she hissed as he shoved her forward. Her free hand moved over her dress and she could feel her wound opening again from the sudden movement, "I'm bleeding."
The Joker ignored her words as he pushed her through the doorway and into the hall. Bagheera knew that she had lost a lot of blood and that she would need to see a doctor sooner rather than later. She could feel the warmth of her blood seeping through the dress as she was escorted down the hall by the Joker towards an old van that sat awaiting them.
"Get in Baggy" the Joker demanded as the side door opened.
"Where are we going," she asked as she was shoved violently into the van. She fell to the floor with a hard thud as the Joker followed in behind her and shut the door with a loud bang.
Bagheera felt her mind become foggy as she lay on the floor, bleeding once again from the wound that the Joker had inflicted upon her.
"Sweet dreams," she heard someone whisper to her as her eyes fluttered closed and she slipped into a silent darkness as the van took off with screeching wheels.
...
Bagheera felt her body being jerked upwards and she struggled against the hands that held her. She opened her eyes to see that Bob had her in his arms to pull her out of the van. Pain zipped through her body as she was jerked around like a rag doll in a dog's mouth.
"Let me go," she screamed as she beat her fists against his thick chest. She jerked away from him and jumped out of the van. She ignored the pain from her wounds as she looked around. A large 18 wheeler and a dump truck were parked beside them. The Joker was giggling as he inspected them. She watched as his many henchmen loaded the vehicles up with wooden crates that she knew contained some kind of weapons.
"Ah good," the Joker announced in excitement as he turned to see Bagheera standing in the emptied lot in her blood stained green gown, "you're awake!"
Bagheera ran her hands through her hair as she watched the Joker bounce towards her happily.
"I'm glad," he informed her as he moved his hands in dramatically in the air, "You missed out on a LOT of fun!"
"We blew up a firetruck," a young man informed her as he walked by her with a crate.
She looked to the Joker with concern in her eyes. She could see excitement glowing in his brown eyes. She felt as if she shrunk two the size of a child as he looked down on her, but she quickly forced herself to stand tall through the pain and uncertainty as she stood in the Joker's line of sight.
"What are you planning to do," she asked, her hand moved to her wound where she found that the blood had momentarily stopped flowing out of her like a busted piñata full of candy.
"Oh you'll see," he answered in giddiness as he pulled her forward, her bare feet moved of their own accord to follow him across the cold pavement.
Bagheera watched as he pulled her to the trailer that was attached to the 18 wheeler. On the side she could see that a painted S had been put in front of the word 'laughter' so the slogan now read "Slaughter is the best medicine". A small, disgusted smile crossed her face at the grafitti on the truck.
The Joker looked up at the height of the trailer and then to her and her wound. He leaned in close to her and whispered, "I hope you don't mind but," he swooped her into his arms in one quick movement and threw her inside, "but I think you aren't up to climbing what with that nasty wound. Ya know, you really should be more careful?"
Bagheera gasped as she landed onto the hard ground of the trailer's floor. She felt a fatigue come over her exhausted body once again as she was pulled away from the sliding doors of the side. She could hear the henchmen talking around her, but she could not make out the words that they were saying. Her tired eyes watched the man in purple closely as he looked through the large weapons cargo that they were carrying.
As the lulling sound of the tires against the pavement sounded in her ears, she felt the lethargy come over her again, but she forced herself to stay awake, to remain vigilant as the district attorney had offered as advice.
"Just as planned," she could hear the Joker announce with a large smile. She watched with silent interest as the Joker turned to her and smiled brightly at her, "Ya might want to hold on to something, Baggy."
Her brows furrowed at his words as confusion entered her tired mind. She shook her head in an attempt to shake the weakness and confusion out of her mind, but her blood loss was causing her tremendous problems within her current situation with the purple clad clown. Bagheera carefully forced herself up from her sitting stance and stumbled on weak, shaky legs as she forced herself to move towards the Joker's side where a long safety strap hung low. She lurched her hand forward and grabbed it tightly as she awaited whatever plan that he had ready.
A loud screech erupted throughout the trailer and the Joker screamed in laughter. Bagheera slipped forward and landed into the clown's side, but she quickly pulled herself away from him and kept a tight hold on the safety strap.
"What did you do," she demanded as she watched the Joker and his men gathering up the weapons from the crates.
"It's show time," a man beside her said in excitement as he readied to open the large sliding door. Bagheera's eyes widened as the door opened to reveal that they were in a high speed chase with the Gotham Police Department on Lower Fifth. Her heart beat like a tom-tom and a nauseous feeling over came her as she thought of Harvey Dent being inside the high security prisoner vehicle. He was a sitting duck inside the SWAT vehicle.
She knew that it would be her fault if the Joker did something to Harvey Dent. She had been the one to tell him that Dent would be taken to Central for booking. She had let him know how things were going to go down and she felt as if she had betrayed her life's work in that moment of realization.
Bagheera watched helplessly as the Joker and his gang began firing multiple rounds at the cars that followed them. She wanted to scream for him to stop, but words could not find their way out of her throat. She shook her head in utter disbelief as the world seemed to fly by at eighty miles an hour. She watched in dread as police cars flipped from being driven by a dead hand, she watched in uneasy pride as the Joker's many guns failed to pierce the metal of the SWAT car that she knew protected Harvey Dent. Her heart beat at what felt like an unnatural speed as the wind blew her messy hair around her, the skirt of her gown billowed in the cool air as their large truck kept even with the SWAT car.
The detective's eye widened as she watched the Joker squat to the floor and signal for his men to hand him another gun. She shook her head as she watched the Joker mount a large bazooka upon his shoulder and aimed at the car that held the district attorney.
"Joker," Bagheera said, but her soft words fell on deaf ears as she watched the clown fire the heavy artillery. Horror filled her eyes as she watched a cop car go up in flames. Tears filled her eyes as she watched her fellow officers being massacred by the madman that had kept her alive through all of this.
She watched as he began to fire another shot, this time taking out the second police car that had swerved in front of the car that protected Harvey Dent.
"Stop," Bagheera demanded as the sound of metal collided with pavement. The sound penetrated her ears and she felt as if her ears would begin to bleed any moment.
The 18 wheeler bounced with a sudden jerk and caused Bagheera to lose her footing and lost her tight grip on the safety strap. She fell onto her side as the Joker lost his own footing, but he recovered quicker than she did. She watched from her fallen angle as he aimed again. She reached her shaking hand out towards him. She knew that she would have to stop him in some way. She knew it was a risk, she could die and never be known for anything. She would be just another one of the Joker's victims if she reached out to him and jerked him away from his mission.
She grabbed at his shoulder, taking the risk, and began to jerk him backwards, but he still managed to pull the trigger as she jerked on his jacket. A large, stealthy vehicle lunged between the SWAT car and their truck and took the blow from the bazooka. Bagheera felt shards from the impact moving around them as the Joker fell back into her. His elbow collided into her abdomen and opened her wound even wider. She screamed in pain and tears freely fell down her eyes as the Joker lay with his back on top of her.
"Get off," she screamed as she beat on the Joker's shoulders, "get off! Get off!"
She shoved his heavy weight off of her and rolled away from the opened door. The pain surged inside of her as she watched the Joker get to his feet again with wild, manic laughter escaping from his rather healthy lungs. The truck came to a quick stop and the SWAT car sped quickly away from them. Bagheera let out an audible sigh of relief as she rolled over onto her back and looked up to the ceiling of the trailer. Her hand moved absently through her wild hair as she listened to the Joker bark orders at his henchmen.
"Get up," he demanded of Bagheera and grabbed her by the elbow, "We aren't finished just yet," he popped his T, "and I ugh…want you to ride shotgun with lil ol' me!"
Bagheera felt her weary body being pulled off of the hard floor by the Joker's tight grip. She knew his hands would leave bruises upon her upper arm later, but her body allowed him to pull her up from her laying position, she hadn't fought him, she felt helpless in her current situation. Her dress tangled between her bare feet and she tripped as he jerked her forward.
"Are ya always this clumsy, Detective," Joker asked as he pulled her closer to him, his voice took on a sing song quality as he whispered in her ear, "It's not a verryyy attractive feature for a wild cat like you to have, Baggy."
She could smell sweat, gasoline, and blood on his clothes as they moved in such closeness. Her heart still beat like a tom-tom in her chest as the Joker pulled her, this time in a more gentle, yet clumsier way out of the trailer. Her bare feet felt the shards of glass under her weight. She bit at her lips as the glass bit into her thin skin and sliced thin, but deep crevices into her feet.
"Stop this," she whispered as he pulled her towards the cab. She could see the driver with his head lulled onto the steering wheel with blood everywhere, "Dent isn't the Batman. You know that. What are you trying to prove to the world?"
Her words fell on deaf ears once again as she was pulled upwards into the damaged cab. His tight grip on her upper arm loosened as he crawled across the seats towards the dead driver.
"Excuse me," the Joker said as he pushed his way through the wreckage, "I want to drive."
Bagheera watched in disgusted interest as he unbuckled the man's seat belt and shoved him out the door. She settled herself into the seat beside him and watched him carefully.
The Joker turned to her with a wolfish grin and winked at her.
"What," she asked in disgust.
"Seat belt dollface," he informed her as he started the large truck. It purred like it had never been hit by shrapnel from the Bat Mobile. The Joker moved with swift movements, careful not to touch her more intimate areas without her permission, as he jerked her seat belt over her chest and fastened it tightly as if he were a concerned father.
"It's going to be a uh bumpy ride," he informed her with a glint in his brown eyes, "and we're gonna need to uh get that," he pointed to her wound in her lower abdomen, "looked at for ya. I wouldn't want ya to die on me, now would I?"
"Why are you doing this," she asked as the truck lurched forward. She moaned softly as the pain from her abdomen and her feet moved through her body from the sudden lurch of the truck, "I'm not special. Why don't you just kill me too?"
The Joker laughed at her question, but ignored her as he continued forward. Bagheera fell back into her seat and watched the scenery move quickly passed them as they drove out of the underground tunnel.
As they entered the main street above ground, Bagheera watched as the Joker became erratic in his behavior. She took a deep breath and watched as the SWAT car did its best to stay out of the Joker's direct path.
"I like this job," the Joker billowed as he drove, "I really like this job!"
The Joker turned after the SWAT car and Bagheera watched his dark eyes move from the car to something in the air. She looked out the window with weak eyes as a bright light shown into her eyes. She could hear the recognizable sound of helicopter blades ripping through the air. Her heart fell at the realization that if the helicopters were armed that she would be killed along with the clown beside her and then their bodies would be horribly mangled in the wreckage that would occur afterwards.
"You need to stop this," she begged of him as she turned to look at him. The light from the helicopter seemed to add a sparkle in her eyes as she looked at the Joker with a pleading worry in them. She watched as the Joker removed a wireless radio from the inner pockets of his coat and she shook her head and looked away from him.
"Okay rack 'em up," the Joker announced into the radio, "Rack 'em up, rack 'em up!"
Her brows furrowed once again in confusion at his strange order and she saw through the corner of her eyes that the Joker was smiling at her as she looked towards the helicopter ahead of them. She watched in horror as the helicopter suddenly and violently whipped to the side and spun out of control towards the ground. Her heart sank as the helicopter landed onto the ground in a ball of fire and metal as they continued on after the SWAT car.
"Oh my God," she whispered under her breath as she placed her hands against her mouth. She shook her head in utter disbelief as they continued on. She couldn't look over to the man beside her as she thought about the officers that had been in the chopper. The sound of his laughter faded away as panic finally overtook her. Her breaths became harder and harder to take as she sat, seemingly alone, in the truck's cab. Her face paled as they passed the wreckage and her heart beat quicker as she felt as if she were suffocating inside the truck beside the crazed clown.
"I'm a bad cop," she whispered through her sharp breaths. She looked over to the Joker and shook her head as tears fell from her eyes freely, "I'm not a good cop," she shook her head at her own admission, "I'm a bad cop. They'll think that I-"
The Joker looked at her with a seemingly triumphant smile on his face as he watched the panic overcome her finally. His eyes were quickly taken away from the broken detective beside him and back onto the road as the Batman finally made his appearance.
"Now there's the Batman," he announced and then turned to look at Bagheera, "And you thought he wouldn't come and save ya?!"
Bagheera took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves as she watched in silence as the Batman made his way towards them as if to play Chicken with the Joker.
"Oohh, you wanna play," the Joker said to the Batman as they barreled towards each other, "Come on. Come on."
Bagheera kept her eyes open as the Batman swiftly moved passed them. She watched in her rear view mirror as the vigilante zipped underneath the trailer and she shook her head.
"He missed," the Joker yelled in astonishment and looked at her momentarily in shock.
She shook her head as she looked back at him and replied, "No he didn't."
The Joker watched as his panicked detective grabbed on tightly to the door handle and onto her seat belt. His brows furrowed at her movements.
"Hold on," she warned and closed her eyes just as the truck lurched violently and flipped trailer over cab onto its back. The sound of the metal screeching across the pavement and hitting civilians cars rattled through the cab as they bounced around inside.
The truck came to a dramatic stop and the two leaned against each other. Bagheera's seat belt had come unlatched during the slide and she had fallen against the roof of the cab with the Joker beside her, their heads had banged together during the flip and they lay side by side together limp momentarily on the ceiling of the cab. The Joker awoke first and looked to Bagheera. He smiled at her wounded, but still strong, appearance as her eyes slowly fluttered open in a daze.
"Just stay here," he demanded of her as he grabbed his forgotten gun under the seat and pushed himself out of the wreckage.
Bagheera could hear his slight groan of pain as he pulled himself out of the wreckage with his gun in tow. Her head hurt as she tried to follow after him, but the pain that she was feeling had now become unbearable. She laid there in the wreckage and listened closely to what was going to unfurl between the Joker and the Batman.
Several shots from his gun popped throughout the air and she jumped from the suddenness of the noise. She took a deep breath as she continued to listen to the sounds of the gun shots. Her heart seemed to be beating loudly in her head as she lay there alone in the broken truck.
"Hit me," she heard the Joker scream and the sounds of metal falling against the pavement once more. It was becoming a sound that she hated as she thought about it. Her hand moved against her wound and she could feel fresh blood seeping through her gown once again.
She heard the sound of one of his henchmen shriek and the sound of the Joker's laughter afterwards and she knew that something had gone wrong for the Batman. Her eyes moved around the empty cab and she smiled as she spied a familiar object. During their projectile landing, her gun had somehow fallen out of the Joker's pockets. She smiled as she grabbed the forgotten gun and held it tightly in her hands as she forced herself to inch her way out of the wreckage of the cab. Her body pleaded against her movements, but she ignored the pleas as she found her way out of the broken window. She pushed herself out of the window and laid out on the concrete pavement to take a deep breath in an attempt to curb the pain.
Bagheera could see the Joker jumping up and down in glee and laughing as he looked down at what she assumed to be the Batman. She pushed herself up with a whispered groan and slowly made her way down the length of the wrecked trailer. As she came closer to the Joker, she could see him kneeled over an unconscious Batman with his knife at his throat.
"Don't move," Bagheera demanded through clinched teeth as she swayed in her stance, the pain seemed to radiate through her body. Her eyes were dark as she glared at him with the gun pointed to his head.
The Joker laughed at her and kept his place on top of the Batman, yet again ignoring her demands.
"Now Baggy," the Joker chided as if she were a child, "Let's not do anything rash."
Bagheera stepped closer towards him on her wobbly legs, but she kept her gun trained on him, "I said don't fucking move."
"Ya already shot me once," he said with a chuckle, "You aren't going to get away with it again."
"I caught you," she informed him in anger, "You have nowhere to run now."
Bagheera watched silently as the business end of a shot gun touched the back of the Joker's head and she felt a moment of triumph come over her as she looked to see a police officer holding the gun. The Joker groaned in anger at the sudden intrusion.
"Can you give me just a minute," the Joker asked as the officer shoved him off of the Batman and onto the pavement.
Bagheera watched as the officer removed his helmet and threw it to the side. Her eyes widened as she saw the features of her recently deceased boss.
"We got you, you son of a bitch," Gordon said in anger.
Bagheera felt a sudden electricity buzz through her and her mind felt heavy as she watched the Joker drop his stiletto that he had placed against the Batman's neck. Her world fell into darkness and her legs gave way to gravity. She fell with a loud thud onto the concrete beside the Batman and the Joker laughed as she slipped into unconsciousness.
"Ya got a good cop there Gordon," the Joker announced through his chuckles, "Ya know," the Joker lipped his lips, "she was the one that really caught me," his words were predatory, "It's only fair that she should get the ugh… credit."
So I based Bagheera's panic attacks on my own, they don't ever last really long (a minute has been my longest attack and it was horrible because I was driving) and I've read fics were people have panic attacks for ever before coming back to rational thought, which people do have those, but I wanted to right what I know. Plus, I feel like she is a professional, but a professional can only go so far and see so much before their coolness escapes them.
So what did you think of this chapter? I actually really liked writing this chapter. I love the Joker/Bagheera interactions.
What do you think about Joker telling Gordon that Bagheera should get credit?
I am really excited for the ending of this story though! There is going to be a twist ending that none of you will ever guess because I have never seen it happen in any Joker fic that I have found on here! I wish I could just tell you the twist, that's how excited I am for it!
As always I love reviews and I love love LOVE hearing your thoughts and questions and theories and whatever else you want to throw at me :)