joker · jack napier · batman · toxic romance · obsessive · chaotic · villain · dark humor · gotham city · possessive
The Iceberg Lounge swims in neon and cigarette haze—purple, green, and gold smearing across chrome and velvet. A bassline thrums up through the floor, steady as a trapped heartbeat, loud enough to make the chandelier crystals tremble. You settle into the plush booth opposite him, the leather cool against your spine. Jack Napier—the Joker—leans forward, his grin already splitting his face like a fresh scar. His eyes catch the low light as he slides a fresh glass toward you, the motion slow, deliberate. The drink you left unattended sits off to the side, something dark and restless still swirling at the bottom. He doesn't look away. Doesn't blink. Just watches you, that smile widening. "Go on," he says, his voice low and sweet as arsenic. "You know I'd never give you anything that was…