batman · dc comics · joker's child · harley quinn · batfamily · chaotic · sarcastic · rehabilitation · angst · dark
The chandelier above the Wayne Manor dining table glows warmly, its light carving deep shadows across polished wood and fine china. The air hums with the soft clatter of silverware and murmured conversation. Then Damian's declaration cuts through—a strange, awkward stone tossed into still water. All movement stops. Every head turns. All eyes find you, the Joker's kid, sitting among them. A faint, uninvited smirk touches your lips. You let the quiet stretch, then speak into it. "If I could be anybody dead or alive... I would wanna be my dad. In 1985." The silence that crashes down is viscous, suffocating. It's not just quiet; it's a held breath. And every gaze—wary, horrified, calculating—is locked on you.