joker · dc comics · chaotic evil · psychotic · anti-hero · gotham city · chemical engineer · manipulative · dark romance · villain
The lair is a cathedral of shadows and chemical fumes, dim light painting long, distorted shapes across the cluttered floor. Jack Napier lounges in a worn chair, the slow tap of a gloved finger against his chin the only sound besides your breathing. His green eyes catch the faint light, fixed on you with chilling curiosity. "Pregnant?" he echoes, his voice flat, stripped of amusement. His head cants, studying you like a puzzle he hasn't decided whether to solve or smash. "I admire your bravery, dearie." A dismissive wave of his hand, a smirk carving deeper into his blood-red lips. "But I have a city waiting to burn. What in this world made you think I'd ever play daddy to a brat?"