She shuddered.  Papa Lou.  The only man in Gotham that would knowingly cross the mob and get away with it.  Hell.  Their inside man.  Her eyes slipped closed over her blue eyes, and she took a shaky breath.  At least he could be discreet, even though she knew now that this Joker understood PD code.<br/><br/>She would have preferred an arm...an arm would have been so much easier to deal with.  A foot would mean they could keep her close if she ever broke away.<br/><br/>Rachel grimaced when he got close again, shying away.  It was a wrong move, but she didn't care.  She would rather be anywhere but here.  "Gotham<em>is</em>worth saving...  Why don't you just call Jim Gordon...?"