Mad Love

I just stared at the poor woman. She was staring, then she stared at the knife in my hand.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Look, if you don't scream I'll get you out of here." I said.

He quickly nodded. So I cut the tape and rope that held her down to the chair.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked.

"I really don't know. If I wanted revenge I would just simply kill you, but obviously I don't have it in me to do that. Even after what Dent did to me. I would much rather kill him." I said, realizing I was babbling like an idiot.

"Dent? What did he ever do to you?" She asked, getting an aggravated tone.

"He raped me, and caused me to miscarriage."

It was odd how I said it so coldly as if it was nothing. I knew she wasn't going to believe me, but I really didn't care. It just felt wrong to kill someone who was innocent. I was about to lead her up stairs, until Joker jumped down from the stairs.

"You can't just let her go." He said, obviously annoyed.

"Just please, for me. This isn't going to make me feel better. It will only make me feel worse. This isn't going to bring our...my baby back." I said, taking Rachel's hand.

"I hate to do this but I'm going to have to blind fold you." I told her.

She nodded, trusting me. At least for the time being.

I guided her out to the van and drove her back to her house after asking where she lived.

"Thank you. This has been...weird." She said.

"It's everyday for me." I said, feeling good about actually helping someone.

I missed that feeling. I returned to the house to have everyone staring at me like I was crazy, but I didn't care. I was about to go to my room, but instead I was roughly grabbed from behind.

"Put me down!" I yelled, after realizing it was indeed The Joker.

He dragged me down to the basement, slamming the door behind him.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked, standing up to him.

I had lost all fear of him...at least for now.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"Because... I didn't want to kill her. I'm sorry I'm not like you. I can't just kill. Unlike you I have a concisions. I care about people." I said.

He slammed me against the wall.

"What do you know? Your just some pathetic excuse for a doctor who I fucked. Whoop die fucking doooo!" He yelled, grabbing his knife, and holding it next to my face.

"So pathetic that you've kept me alive. This is all your fault. Why did you have to involve me anyway? Just do us both a favor and kill me now!" I shouted.

He exhaled deeply holding me tight against the wall.

"Figures, thats what I get for falling for a self centered psycho..." I mumbled to myself.

I knew he probably didn't hear me.

"If I really didn't give a fuck, then why are you still alive?" He asked, as he instantly let me go. He then hit me, causing me to fall down. When I tried to get up he began to kick me in the stomach. He didn't stop until I started spiting up blood.

He then walked back up the stairs, closing and locking the door behind him.

I didn't know how long I had been down in the basement, but after what seemed like forever I heard the door open. I looked up to see Shawn.

"How long have I been down here?" I asked as he knelt down beside me.

"Two days. Boss finally gave me the keys. He's been really pissed. What happened?" He asked.

"I would rather not talk about it." I said, after my stomach growled.

All of the sudden Shawn's walkie-talkie went off, causing him to run up the stairs. I just shrugged, staying where I was. I didn't want to move, it hurt to much to move. After a while, I got up and headed back upstairs to realize everyone was gone, even The Joker. I then heard the front door open to see 'Bob'.

With out a word he grabbed me, lifting me up with ease and carried me outside. I kicked and screamed wanting him to let me go. But he just threw me in a different van. For some odd reason I knew something bad was about to happen.