That voice...she flinched at even the slightest breath, trying to hold her own.  She wasn't here.  The clown from Bruce's party...the one that seemed to want to both flatter her and hack her to bits.  Not exactly the idea of this evening either.  She shouldn't have left...at least Alfred would have kept her safe, and Bruce...<br/><br/>She stilled as much as she could, lids closing over her blue eyes in the darkness.  Maybe if she pretended enough, the bad dream would just....go away.<br/><br/>Rachel could hear movement, and she couldn't help but try for a quiet breath in the darkness...maybe the maniac wouldn't hear, would leave again as quickly as he had arrived.  Enough, then for her to try and get out...get back to the MCU and Gordon could fix it...find Batman.<br/><br/>She winced in the darkness.  Where was she?<br/><br/>"Where am I?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, a frightened whisper.