[EX] To put a smile on your face...
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				Title: <strong>[EX] To put a smile on your face...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>29-07-2008, 23:04:07</strong>
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				EX disclaimer: I do not know at this point what will happen in this thread.&nbsp; I am leaving it as a very psychological thing for me.&nbsp; I will learn as Rachel does.&nbsp; Again, I don't know how bad this will get, into the EX category, so I am putting it here so as not to freak anyone out. &lt;3<br><br>Rachel Dawes woke to a thudding headache and blackness all around her.&nbsp; How long had she been here?&nbsp; She couldn't tell.&nbsp; Officer Ramirez had dropped her off in front of the building, eyes ahead as she drove away.&nbsp; She'd said the place was safe...and she'd believed her...until she'd been knocked unconscious from behind.<br><br>"Hello?"&nbsp; she tried, voice hoarse.&nbsp; "Is anyone there?"&nbsp; No answer.<br><br>She tried to wiggle a bit, feeling something around her ankles...and wrists.&nbsp; She was bound.&nbsp; It was a wonder she hadn't been gagged too.&nbsp; She couldn't see past her own nose, and she felt a terrible fear creep into her gut.<br><br>"Hello?&nbsp; Hello?!?&nbsp; Please, God, is somebody there?"&nbsp; Her cries echoed in the vast darkness around her.&nbsp; And still...no answer.
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 01:57:21</strong>
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				Sitting in the dark nearby, it was all she could do not to let those lovely little bells jingle on the end of her cap.&nbsp; Her grin thought just wouldn't at all be suppressed.&nbsp; She could hear the fear in Rachel's voice, and she loved every second of it.&nbsp; It was such a delicious sound, that fear, and it always made Harley wiggle and squirm hearing it from a victim.<br><br>This first part was perfect.&nbsp; She couldn't see, she couldn't hear and yet her eyes and ears worked.&nbsp; She was alone, and yet she knew she wasn't.&nbsp; The boss was going to love this one.<br><br>Harley pulled her hand free of her leotard, idly licking at her fingertips.&nbsp; Moans of fear were such a turn on.&nbsp; She had to move quietly now, carefully.&nbsp; Didn't want to disturb the woman before the boss got to her, and he'd be here so soon...
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 02:44:06</strong>
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				Cool night air slapped at his face, already a little swollen from the beating The Batman had given while playing the good cop bad cop routine. And now the Bat was on his way to Avenue X. Where he would find- no one. Not Rachel, like the Joker had said, and not Dent, like he had intended at first. It was tempting, to let him go after Rachel, as he knew he would, and save Dent. But, the battle for Gotham's soul would not be lost if the cops moved too fast and managed to save both. Instead, at the last minute the Joker had changed his little scheme. It was no a plan, per say, as he was not a planner, not a schemer. He laughed at the schemers. <br><br>He laughed at everything. Even the dark side roads as his more then willing newly freed partner drove to the location of Rachel, and Harley. Dent was elsewhere, for now. He would be brought into play about this entire thing, but not yet. At a later time. And hopefully The Batman would learn to play along- or perhaps not play the game. Maybe break his rule. Another cold cackle escaped his deep red lips. In the reflexion he could see that his makeup was almost all gone, he would fix that. <br><br>Finally the car parked, and the goon who had joined up popped out, excitement seeping from his very pores. The goon was tall, beefy and lacking any hair. The Joker had only chosen to keep him because he didn't want to drive, he wanted to be able to really watch the excitement as Gotham sunk deeper and deeper into his own little chess board. The Goon turned to him "Where to now, Boss?" <br><br>And then, for the first time in minutes, his eyes became focused on something. The Joker's head cocked to the side, just sightly. "You remind me of one of my first- partners." He spoke with an amusement in his voice. His tongue slid out of his mouth, over chapped lips that were slowly losing the bright redness he had applied just earlier that day, before the big chase scene. <br><br>The Goon seemed to take this as a compliment, following in close stride and beaming "Yea? Really, Boss?" Then the Goon stopped instantly, his thick neck caught to the left, cupped in the smaller more lanky man's grasp. His lips were still open from the question, and between the thick lips a thin metal blade pressed itself. <br><br>The more nimble man now let his voice grow a little darker, his head tilting to match the angle of the Goons. "He was a big guy- like you. Back, way way back- before this, before Gotham. When I was just a little thing- He wanted to rob a store, see. And I knew it would be hard. He was having tough times- gambled big and got in with the sharks. One night, he comes to me and says he needs money. I don't want the job- too stupid- but I agree." He lent in, the knife pressing, biting slightly into the soft flesh at either side of the mouth. "We go- break in- get caught. No surprise. But he makes a run for it- stops me- pulls out his knife. Sticks it in my mouth- like this, see? He says 'Why so serious?' Cops burst in, and my friend does this." The blade grew tighter against the skin, small drops of blood sliding down old laugh lines, the large man quivering slightly. Trying to hide it. A coward, it seemed.<br><br>And the Joker laughed, high pitched and cold, ringing out over the otherwise silent night. "By the time I could talk properly, the trial was over." A sudden knee found itself in the Goons crotch, and the large figure keeled over instinctually, the knife bite into his skin even more. At this sight the Joker squirmed happily, chuckling and laughing "Hahaha! Ooo now we're talking!" Again the knee came up, faster and harder. Again the body bucked forward, the knife slicing more flesh, warm blood spilling onto the Jokers hand. After a few rounds the Goon learnt not to buck forward, but it was too late by then. The joker stood back, letting him fall to the ground. A quick thrust of his wrist caused the body to stop moving, a deep gash exposing flesh and bone, and what looked like nerves and small wires, the spinal column at the back of the neck laid gushing. <br><br>As the Joker made his way into the building, a few dying twitches stayed in the background. He walked in, flicking the blood from his hand onto the floor unceremoniously. He stayed in the dark to Rachel's view for now. But he spoke. "Honey- I'm homee" A dark laugh echoed in the nearly empty building. The Joker made his way to the corner, where his most recent member sat. A female, finally. But he ignored them both other then that one call, for now. He made his way to a small mirror, on an upturned barrel nearby was make up. He lifted the white powder and began to dab it onto his face, covering the places sweat had washed away. 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 03:23:48</strong>
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				That voice...she flinched at even the slightest breath, trying to hold her own.&nbsp; She wasn't here.&nbsp; The clown from Bruce's party...the one that seemed to want to both flatter her and hack her to bits.&nbsp; Not exactly the idea of this evening either.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Where was she?<br><br>"Where am I?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, a frightened whisper.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 03:37:44</strong>
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				The boss was home!&nbsp; She grinned manically.. of course she always did that now.&nbsp; It was so much easier to smile when you understood how everything in the world worked.&nbsp; He'd showed her that.&nbsp; When she was there in her clinical depression suit, trying to make him sane.&nbsp; In the darkness of Arkham.&nbsp; That was where he showed her.&nbsp; Not the way he'd shown anyone else.&nbsp; There was almost no pain for her.&nbsp; She just.. understood.<br><br>And now he was home!&nbsp; So wonderfully smart, and happy all the time!&nbsp; She couldn't help the giggle that welled up from the inside.&nbsp; The delicious snuggly warmth of knowing that something truly fun was going to happen tonight.&nbsp; With a jingle of her cap, she cartwheeled around the room, backflipping and twisting as she went.&nbsp; She knew better than to let the girl see her, of course, apart from the vaguest hint of movement in the dark outside her circle of light.<br><br>How perfectly symbolic that was.&nbsp; And soon.. they'd be turning out that light.&nbsp; Or changing it's colour.&nbsp; Everyone needed to spend some time in the dark.&nbsp; It was the best way to learn to laugh!&nbsp; He'd taught her that.&nbsp; Just like he'd shown her so many many things.<br><br>She bounced the last few feet, her arms snugging up from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder as he dabbed on his makeup some more.&nbsp; "Heya boss.&nbsp; Glad you made it home.&nbsp; Have any troubles?"<br><br>Ahhh Rachel.&nbsp; Always butting in.&nbsp; Always speaking out of turn, out of place, out of mind.&nbsp; And now.. He was going to teach her too.&nbsp; Inside, Harley giggled some more, and watched the Master begin to work.&nbsp; She'd get her turn.&nbsp; He was always good about taking turns.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 05:04:11</strong>
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				He could almost feel the beautiful District attorney shudder at his presence. But he was sprucing up, making himself perfect for his little debut into Gotham's subconscious again. By now the escape was probably noted, but would they think he had skipped town? That he was delaying? Who knows! That was half the fun about Gotham, the entire town was full of so many people driven past the brink that any question could be answered with an answer just as insane as himself. But he was not insane. He was ahead of the curve.&nbsp; <br><br>He had moved to the thick red on his lips when Harley appeared behind him. His head twitched to the side ever so slightly at her touch, before ignoring her and finishing himself off. She was someone like himself- a little off the curve. His tongue stuck into the side of his mouth slightly, as he ran his fingers though his coarse hair, and then slid off the side of his head, onto Harley's. The still bloodied palm moved down, shaking her head a little, then pushing her back off, so she would be off his shoulder and he could turn around. <br><br>As he turned he was back to his 'normal' self, full coverage on his face, sliding down onto his neck a little, some tuffs of white powder finding his hair at the roots. "No, no no no no. I got to -play- with <em>The Batman</em>. Won't show his little face- or break his almighty rule, but he will." He shook his head, his tongue lolling out and shaking, "He will." Then his head stopped it's minor convulsion and he sucked the tongue back in. <br><br>He walked toward the circle of light, circling, like a predator. He stopped to tilt his head and watch her squirm, ever so often. He talked to Harley, his feet being the only noticable thing inside the circle of light as he paced. "Has she said any -names? Anyone who will play our little game to get her back? Maybe the Batman will play! You should have seen him, Har!" He jumped a little on the spot, chortling. "The way he dove after her!" 
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 15:22:25</strong>
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				She rocked a little on her feet, leaning back on her heels and grinning happily as he pushed her away so affectionately.&nbsp; He was really in a good mood tonight!&nbsp; She wasn't even reeling from that one.&nbsp; The smell of fresh blood tickled her nose, and she tried to make it out on her jester's cap in the black, but of course she couldn't.&nbsp; She did, however, giggle.&nbsp; It was tht high pitched very happy giggle that she was fond of.&nbsp; Not because it was hers, but because she had borrowed it from someone who accidentally came down with a case of dead.&nbsp; And of course, since she'd borrowed it at the time.. well she couldn't just go and give it back now could she.<br><br>She tried a few times idly to lick at her lips like He did.&nbsp; It wasn't easy, and she wasn't mocking him, so it wasn't done exactly right.. but give her time!&nbsp; And a cheese sandwich.&nbsp; Mmm.. cheese.&nbsp; Wait.. no.&nbsp; That was later.&nbsp; She listened, and she nodded.&nbsp; she liked nodding too.&nbsp; It made her jingle.&nbsp; And when she jingled, she smiled, and He liked smiling.&nbsp; It made it all work out.<br><br>"Only one name boss, but I think she's dyslexic.&nbsp; 'Cause she should have said dog, but she didn't.&nbsp; She said that other one.&nbsp; Like that guy in the cell across from where you were, remember?"<br><br>And inside her mind, Harley thought.&nbsp; Dive.&nbsp; Her.&nbsp; Hmmm....&nbsp; We could do that.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>31-07-2008, 17:27:17</strong>
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				<em>Bruce...</em>&nbsp; Why couldn't he just...leave it be.&nbsp; If he left himself out of the loop...just this once, they could chalk her death up to another one of Maroni's schemes to put Gotham back into his hands.&nbsp; Just this once.&nbsp; Things had been simpler before ... Falconi had no idea what agent of vengeance he'd unleashed when he'd had the Wayne family killed.<br><br>Bruce had grown up, but the burning hatred for the man who killed his family had stayed...had eaten at him... He'd returned to Gotham a man...but a changed man.&nbsp; And she'd tried to move on, but the thought still lingered in the back of her mind.&nbsp; Had she made the right choice?<br><br>She heard jingling in the dark, a feminine voice.&nbsp; An accomplice?&nbsp; Someone from Arkham?&nbsp; Another one of Crane's criminally insane freaks that had been released in the blackout?&nbsp; She shuddered, shifting on the cold, hard concrete floor.<br><br>With more fire than she felt she might have, she glared into the darkness.&nbsp; "What do you want?"
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>02-08-2008, 22:12:46</strong>
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				His head shook, in the circle of light the edges of green curls showed, shaking and bouncing in the light, then falling back to his head, in the shadows. Slowly he circled, moving in just a little. In the light the side of his face glistened, the red deep, but the scars noticable, extruding from his face a little in swollen glory. The Batman did have quite a right hook! His eyes were dark shadows, a combination of the lack of light and the thick make up. <br><br>When Rachel asked a question he did not stop moving, circling. She could not swing her chair and he was lost in her peripheral vision. He moved behind her, silent. Suddenly, there was a warmth in her ear. Ragged breathing, he hovered over her from behind. "Just to show Gotham that no one-" His hand reached up, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back a little, so she could look at him. "Not Batman." He pulled her hair more. "Not Gordon." Harder, he could see the ribbed outside of her trachea press against the skin, every breath a noticable swell down the soft flesh.&nbsp; "Not Harvey Dent." He finally let go, pushing her head forward, but his hand stayed in her hair, toying with it, petting at it. "Can stop this city from losing it's mind! Whatever it has left of it!" His voice echoed in her eardrum, loud and laughing. <br><br>One hand stayed in her hair, petting at it, warping his fingers around strands.&nbsp; His other hand moved down sliding sensually over her side, stopping a little below the hips he paused, feeling a bump. "Oh you do like me!" He cackled, rubbing it suggestively for a moment before puling it out. A cell phone. He let go of her hair and took it, moving around to stand before her. He licked his lips, flipping the phone open and turning away from Rachel. "Harley! We're gonna play a little game, help me chose the contestant!" He said gleefully as he waved the phone. He began punching in the Gotham area code, then looked up. "Who's it gonna be Har-who. A number. Any number. Seven numbers!" 
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 00:34:57</strong>
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				She swallowed in a dry throat, "You'll never get away with this..."&nbsp; Gordon probably already knew she was missing.&nbsp; And had called together...no, Ramirez had brought her here.&nbsp; Maroni probably had half the PD in the palm of his hand now.&nbsp; Had Gordon called Harvey?&nbsp; Did Bruce know?&nbsp; Alfred...she hoped Alfred was safe...&nbsp; Those were the only people in Gotham she could trust now.<br><br>She focused on the Joker as he turned his back to her, pulling at the bonds that held her.&nbsp; What <em>was</em> holding her?&nbsp; She tried to turn her head to see, but she couldn't.&nbsp; Blue eyes slightly panicked, she returned her gaze to the Joker.&nbsp; Harley?&nbsp; Was that the jingling woman's name?&nbsp; What would the woman say, deciding her fate?&nbsp; There were enough numbers in that phone to call half of Gotham, most of them PD.<br><br>And she could do nothing about it.<br><br>She gritted her teeth, taking a deep breath.&nbsp; "Killing me won't matter but to a few people...so kill me."
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 02:10:31</strong>
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				For lack of anything less constructive to do, Harley all but fell to the floor, legs curling up under her, sittin cross legged as she stared happily at the Boss walking and enjoying.&nbsp; It was so excellent to see him up and about.&nbsp; She couldn't hold back he giggle when Rachel spoke.&nbsp; Such bravado.&nbsp; He'd been getting away with it far longer than anyone knew.&nbsp; And no one.&nbsp; Not Batman.&nbsp; Not Gordon.&nbsp; Not even Harvey Dent could stop him.&nbsp; She giggled again, letting it bubble out of her as he followed along before her, his thoughts echoing hers in reverse.<br><br>She held her breath as she watched his stroking her.. touching her.. and she pouted ever so cutely just for a moment.&nbsp; Did he like Rachel more than her?&nbsp; That wasn't funny...&nbsp; She frowned this time, a totally wrong expression.&nbsp; It kind of hurt.&nbsp; She didn't like it.&nbsp; But He made her!&nbsp; She watched him play with the lump and then the cell phone... <br><br>Bounding to her feet with her usual manic grin when he turned her way, her gloomdoom thoughts were bubbled away rather quickly with the ever present enjoyment of a new game.&nbsp; "Seventy two!"&nbsp; "Pi!"&nbsp; Mmm.. pie.&nbsp; Boston cream.&nbsp; Banana cream.&nbsp; Arsenic Cream!&nbsp; "five two two eight six two six!"&nbsp; She couldn't help but giggle and start to bounce, her hat jingling merrily as she played, and hoped she won something.. juicy.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 02:52:40</strong>
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				His smile stayed, as always, his head shaking as he pushed each button with an exaggeration, hitting them as she called them out. As the phone rang his other hand began to rifle through his pockets, pulling out a few knives and holding them in his palm. He wagged his index finger at Harley, calling her over and pointing to the knifes. The phone rang in his ear and he put it on speaker. It was loud for such a small device so he could actually let it hover away from his head, both Rachel and Harley could hear it perfectly. He spoke to Harley "Get by her, chose something." He said as he held the knives for firmly for her. Just as the person on the other side of the phone picked up.<br><br>"Hello?" The voice was of a man, middle aged, a little deeper then regular, a cold tone. "What? Who is this?"<br><br>And The Joker responded with a cackle. "We're playing a game. It starts now. You have no choice- hang up and she dies!" He laughed, it had successfully shut the man up. "The real question is who are <em>you</em>?" He didn't give the man any time to respond. "I've got Rachel Dawes here? Know who-no- you don't know nothing in this city. Harvey Dent's squeeze. Beautiful- very beautiful-for now. Well, my girl Harley- Say hi Harley!-" He waited for Harley to say hi, then continued. "She doesn't like Miss.Dawes, and she only listens to me- so someones gotta convince me not to let her lose on Dawes. That's your part in this game- Who are you?" No response. "We need a name to send the prizes to!"<br><br>There was a long pause on the other side. "I don't need to tell you anything. You're that<em> freak</em>, The joker!" <br><br>At that The Joker cackled, more insanely and high pitched then normal. "I'm sorry- Wrong answer! Har- let him know what happens with wrong answers!" He literally bounced over to Harley and Rachel, holding the phone to Rachel's mouth. "Nice and loud, dear." He said to Rachel, giving Harley a nod to do- well something to make the women scream- to get the man on the phone into the game.
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				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 03:12:27</strong>
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				She bounced on the balls of her feet, making tiny audience like clapping motions, not quite actually letting her hands smack together.&nbsp; Always an appreciative audience was Harley.&nbsp; The phone ringing was like a memory caressing her brain in all the wrong ways.&nbsp; She frowned again.&nbsp; Silly women have silly sounds on their phones.&nbsp; And then the deliciousness started!<br><br>She bounced over, and put one hand on herhip, leaning forward to stare at her selection with a finger planted firmly on her lips.&nbsp; The classic exaggerated miming over something.&nbsp; She hummed and hawed for a brief moment, and then quickly selected.&nbsp; The middle one.&nbsp; She liked the middle one.&nbsp; He liked it to, she could tell.&nbsp; He was smiling.&nbsp; Her delicate spandex-covered fingers picked it up coyly, sliding along the handle, and his palm, stroking him just a touch before picking up the weapon of choice with a final flourish.<br><br>She cartwheeled again, and somersaulted, and bounced, and with a sudden flurry of red with black diamond patterend movement, she vaulted, and landed, sitting astride the poor Rachel's hips, her own white painted face grinning maniacally.&nbsp; She reached out with the hand not holding the knife, and stroked a finger along that delicate cheek, and jaw.&nbsp; She touched and stroked, and played, and adored the fear in those eyes.&nbsp; Those pretty little eyes.&nbsp; Harley liked them a lot.&nbsp; Maybe she'd borrow them later.<br><br>She turned to listen to the phone call, grinding a little against the captive DA as she turned to follow it.&nbsp; Her own face turned into caricature motions as she smiled at the person's first answer, and the lovely response from our gracious Host!&nbsp; And then the bad turn.&nbsp; She pouted, and wagged a free finger back and forth at the phone.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to look at their now no doubt terrified captive, leaning down for a delicious little kiss, while her fingers started to undo that jacket a little, revealing some delicious cleavage.&nbsp; The wonderful thing about the chest was that there were lots of little little blood vessels on the surface... and nothing that could kill just yet.&nbsp; The knife descended, and placed its scalpel-sharp tip against her collarbone, pressing down just enough to let the bright red well forth.
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 17:13:53</strong>
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				Rachel winced, turning her face away from Harley, into her captive cell phone.&nbsp; The cut hurt...but she wouldn't admit it, even though blood was trickling down her chest from the tiny cut.&nbsp; Evenly she spoke to the unknown person on the other end of the line.&nbsp; "This is Assistant DA Rachel Dawes.&nbsp; I need you to...."&nbsp; she stopped , looking up into the Joker's insane eyes.&nbsp; She wanted to tell him to get Gordon.&nbsp; She took another breath, returning her attention to the cell phone.&nbsp; She hoped against all hope that he was a cop.... "I need you to do what this man says.&nbsp; And I think you might want to <em>check your table lamp.</em>"&nbsp; She hadn't used police codes since Falcone was still on the loose.&nbsp; Strange for her to be the one held captive now.<br><br>She knew she was stupid for trying the code now, but it would alert Gordon if someone told him he needed to check the table lamp.&nbsp; Hopefully it was already in place.&nbsp; And Batman would meet with Gordon, know she was gone....&nbsp; Meanwhile she knew she'd pay for her desperate attempt to get out....the Joker was not a stupid man.
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				Post by: <strong>MusicNeverDies</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 21:01:42</strong>
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				When Rachel said check the table lamp the Joker licked the inside of his mouth, tongue trailing along the thin line of the scar. He had been told all of Gotham P.D.'s codes thanks to his work with Malroni. That one meant the Bat signal. It didn't matter, since he himself had told the Bat that Rachel was missing, but there was still the fact that she had tried to make a fool of him by using cop speak. "No no no no!" He exclaimed gleefully, jumping up and down right onto Rachel's foot. "You're not playing by my rules." He spat at her and pulled the phone back to his own lips, so he could finish talking to the guy. <br><br>"Well?"<br><br>For a second the voice was silent, then it returned, a bit quieted. "Louis Dalione. What kind of sick game are you trying to play?"<br><br>"Not yet, explanation in a minute- patience. Have you got a wife, Lou, can I call you Lou?"<br><br>"No you can't, and I do."<br><br>A smirk played across his scarred lips "Do you love your wife, Lou? Do you like to think about what I could do to her, just trace the number, cross reference it with your name- I'd be at your place in 30 minutes. I'd find her- you- any kids?" <br><br>"You stay the fuck away from my family!"<br><br>"Wrong answer!" His voice was a deep throaty growl, it would send chills down almost any persons spine. "Let's play the right way. Harley wants to do some slicing, I'm not picky about who. Your wife, or Miss Dawes here. No other options. Name a victim, and name a body part!" He was pacing, his tongue flying across his lips in anticipation, casting quick glances at Rachel and Harley. "Oh and, there's a time limit to every question. If you don't answer in ten seconds, I cut up both Miss Dawes and your wife, and send them to you, in a nice big box, like a puzzle. Do you like puzzles, Lou?" <br><br>The answer was hoarse. "...Dawes. God- I'm sorry- I. My wife." Now the Joker had him rattled, and it thrilled the Joker beyond all other things, he was practically skipping at he walked around, unable to stay still. <br><br>"Body part?" He stopped moving, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear, his hands rose, holding up ten fingers. He counted silently, one finger dropping each second. "4...3...2..."<br><br>"Her foot. Just, fuck- her foot." Louis was already moving to his car, he lived at least 10 minutes away from the MCU, but he thought that if he could get the phone to the police they could track it. He wanted to try and make the game move slow enough, keep anything in a non-fatal location. His stomach was turning around like jelly. <br><br>This time The joker's tongue lingered, and he spoke to Rachel "See- people in this town aren't <em>worth</em> saving." He gave a nod to Harley. Lou's idea had been great, not only did it mean he was playing, but also that if anything happened, Rachel would have a hard time running away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] To put a smile on your face...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>03-08-2008, 21:14:36</strong>
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				She shuddered.&nbsp; Papa Lou.&nbsp; The only man in Gotham that would knowingly cross the mob and get away with it.&nbsp; Hell.&nbsp; Their inside man.&nbsp; Her eyes slipped closed over her blue eyes, and she took a shaky breath.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It was a wrong move, but she didn't care.&nbsp; She would rather be anywhere but here.&nbsp; "Gotham <em>is</em> worth saving...&nbsp; Why don't you just call Jim Gordon...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] To put a smile on your face...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 09:52:56</strong>
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				Oooh!&nbsp; Lou!&nbsp; She sang a little rhyme in her head.&nbsp; Louie Louie... ohhh baby.&nbsp; She gotta go.&nbsp; Yup.&nbsp; This was a great game.&nbsp; He always had the best games.&nbsp; Harley bounced a little on Rachel's hips, and giggled loudly as she watched the joker slam down against a stockinged foot.&nbsp; Ooooh ouch.&nbsp; That had to hurt.<br><br>Harley let out a little "Yay!" when he played right.&nbsp; It was always nice to have a contestant who played along properly.&nbsp; It made the game so much more thrilling.&nbsp; She pushed hard, the scalpel digging a&nbsp; bit further at Rachel's collarbone, pushing the DA to the floor so the spandex clad jester could spin around, glancing over her shoulder and re-straddling Rachel.&nbsp; This way she couldn't see when the knife came.&nbsp; Not each time.&nbsp; How she hoped the contestant listened.&nbsp; Maybe he'd smile for them too when he won!<br><br>She leaned forward, licking her own white-painted lips in concentration, her perky little breasts laying down along Rachel's pinned legs.&nbsp; Yes, this was going to be a right special game.&nbsp; She could feel it in her heart.&nbsp; Quick slices and the stocking popped away, leaving a bare, wriggling little foot, and a Rachel no doubt starting to panic.&nbsp; Just a little.<br><br>Her first cut was slow, and barely noticeable.&nbsp; No nerves in the very top layer of skin.&nbsp; Just a whole lot of skin.&nbsp; Harley, with surgeon's precision, thanks to her internship, slid back a layer of skin on the arch of that foot.&nbsp; Now.. for the most delicate cut of all.&nbsp; She looked up at Him, and grinned.&nbsp; She wanted Him to watch, to see, to know.&nbsp; She did it for Him.&nbsp; and her.&nbsp; But mostly Him.<br><br>The steel flashed, the bright light shining, the red drops staining it as it hung in the air, a triumphant pose to await the screaming.&nbsp; Oh please scream.&nbsp; She didn't want to have to cut again.&nbsp; One slash along the arch, severing the tendons should be enough to keep her still for a long time.&nbsp; Longer than that if the game kept going.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] To put a smile on your face...</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>04-08-2008, 15:26:02</strong>
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				Rachel felt the sting of the cut before the pain kicked in, crawling like fire over her foot, up her leg.&nbsp; She heard a whimpering cry -- her own -- and her knee involuntarily yanked, blossoming pain up to her hip.&nbsp; Sparkly dots of black danced at the edge of her vision, like the Joker had in the circle of light, as a scream ripped out of her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>Please, just...please.....get to Gordon, she chanted in her mind.&nbsp; It would be over soon.&nbsp; He'd never get to Sylvia or the kids....just get to the MCU and get help....<br><br>She could feel her foot balling up, her teeth catching her bottom lip to try and displace the pain.
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