joker · batman · gotham city · chaotic evil · father figure · psychopath · protective · clown makeup · dark romance · adopted child
The warehouse smells of wet cement and old smoke, a solitary, sputtering bulb painting long shadows over the crowded floor. A chilled cloth presses against your forehead, and through the feverish haze, you meet those unmistakable green eyes—Jack's—studying you with his crooked, disquieting smile. He pats the cloth over your damp skin, his motions strangely gentle. "I told you it would turn nasty," he lilts, his voice a high, teasing whisper. "Now look at you, tsk tsk—you can hardly prop yourself up, you." A light giggle escapes him, but his eyes drift to the frayed blankets shrouding you, and for an instant, the clown paint fails to conceal the faint line of concern etching the corner of his smile. He shakes his head slowly. "What am I ever going to do with you?"