Her name is Rachel, she’s 21 years old and she’s alone. All her life is a lie and the thing she’s most angry about is that she didn’t see it before. Rachel didn’t wonder why when she was a little girl her father didn’t come home some nights. Rachel never wondered why the police were always accusing her father of things she was told were lies. Rachel never even wondered about what she saw that night when she got out of bed and opened her fathers study to see him being questioned by a man dressed as a bat. All her life she lived in a bubble and did as she was told and only wanted to make her father proud. Rachel knows the real reason her father wanted her to be a lawyer; she was going to work for him. She was going to help him away with every filthy thing he ever did until her hands were as bloody as his. The ironic thing in all this is that the truth finally came to her courtesy of a man wearing a mask.
She wasn’t sure why this encounter was any different than the rest of her life. All her life she’d been told that her father was a bad man and all he life she’d dismissed this. Then out of the blue the evidence was presented to her by a man she didn’t know and all of a sudden it was all so clear. This time when she sought out information about her father she didn’t see lies and concoctions of the press, all she saw was the truth. Her father was Rupert Thorn and he was one of the crime bosses of Gotham City. Her father rubbed elbows with psychopaths and seemed to laugh at authorities efforts to catch him. The only man who gave her father trouble, the only man that seemed to touch him was the Batman.
For a year though the Batman was gone and it seems a different vigilante had started investigating her father. Rachel studied the headlines nearly all night as she read reports of raids on her fathers businesses both legitimate and not. The identity of this vigilante was unknown to the press but Rachel knew it was the man who had come in for coffee every night, the man she had never met before, The Question. Rachel didn’t know why she trusted him that night or how she knew he wasn’t dangerous but the fact was she just knew. After The Question left the diner she had a fight with her father, she didn’t want to hear any more of his lies and she left to begin her quest for the truth.
Now she’s alone, she tried returning to her apartment but she saw only her father’s henchmen waiting for her. She sits on the curb a few blocks away knowing she can’t use any of her credit cards because it would lead her father to her. Rachel doesn’t want to be lied to any more; she would rather sleep on the street than face another lie. Rachel begins to sob when she hears someone walk up to her. ‘If you’re here to rob me I have no money.’ She says through her sobs. ‘Interesting you assume I am foe and not friend.’ Rachel looks up and sees The Question standing over her. ‘See you’ve finally learned the truth. Mustn’t blame yourself, all of us often accept lies. Lies make life easier, makes going to work worthwhile, lets you sleep well at night.’ Rachel stares up at The Question and sniffs and wipes the tears from her eyes. ‘What are you doing here?’ she asks. ‘What are any of us doing anywhere?’ The Question responds ‘Maybe what you should be asking is where you plan to sleep tonight. Young girl like you could be in serious trouble in a town like this.’ Rachel starts to feel slightly afraid and ask hesitantly ‘You won’t hurt me will you?’
The Question gives a low chuckle that is barely audible before answering ‘Couldn’t even if I wanted to. You want to come with me or not? Not far to go to where I’m set up.’ Rachel stands and despite her better judgement follows The Question. She can’t explain her trust, she feels almost irrational as she follows The Question to a beaten old door. ‘After you.’ He states as Rachel cautiously opens the door and climbs a flight of stairs upto a small comfortable apartment with papers scattered round the door. ‘Hope this will do for now.’
Her name is Rachel, she’s only 21 and she’s no longer alone.