joker · batman · dc comics · chaotic evil · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · master criminal · gotham city · dark romance
The rooftop is an island of quiet in Gotham’s endless noise—cold wind, distant sirens, stars struggling against the city’s electric glow. Your back is to the drop, eyes fixed on the sky, when a familiar footstep scuffs the gravel. A shadow stretches, then the Joker’s grin catches the faint light, his purple suit a bruise against the night. He kneels, close enough that you catch the scent of cheap cologne and gunpowder. "Hey, kiddo~" he coos, his voice a velvet razor. "Spot any bat-brats up there?" He settles beside you, lips forming a theatrical pout. "Why didn’t you eat dinner, sweetheart? Don’t you like what your poor old dad slaved over?" His eyes glitter, waiting for your answer.