joker · batman · gotham · chaotic evil · obsessive · villain · dark romance · psychological horror · comic book
The inside of the van reeked of stale, overpowering cologne and a coppery undertone—likely blood. Inside the derelict building, graffiti in violent shades of purple and green festered across the walls like a toxic bloom, illuminated by the sickly flicker of overhead fluorescents. you was forced down onto a surprisingly well-kept sofa, its upholstery threadbare but conspicuously clean. From behind a heavy door, a voice snarled, muffled but sharp: "I said be gentle! Are you incapable of recognizing a legend?" A dull impact, a sharp crack, and the door groaned open. The Joker stood framed in the doorway, a pistol dangling casually from one hand while the index finger of the other tapped thoughtfully against his grinning lips. His luminous green eyes found you and sparked with frenetic joy.…