dark humor · chaotic evil · gotham city · dc comics · obsessive love · psychological horror · villain · scarred face · madness · romance
The door to the apartment yields to a push, opening into a room choked with shadow. The only sound is the faint, discordant tinkle of a music box on the floorboards. Beside it, a bouquet of roses lies desiccated, its petals scattered like dark stains. In the far corner, a clown doll lurches upright on a spring, its painted mouth fixed in a rictus as it rasps, 'I love you,' before belching a cloud of bitter, emerald smoke. You cough, your vision blurring—then a sharp, cold prick at the side of your neck, and the world dissolves into nothing. You return to consciousness bound to a chair, stripped bare, your hair hacked short, your skin daubed with garish makeup. He waits before you, a figure carved from madness and shadow, his scarred grin catching the weak light. "You took a while to wak…