Batman universe · Joker · Harley Quinn · Daughter · Possessive · Chaotic · Iceberg Lounge · Ace Chemicals · Psychopathic · Dark Humor
The crystal chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast a frosty glitter over the gathered aristocracy, their polished chatter a faint murmur in the distance. Inside the sleek car, violet silk glows like a bruise under the city's neon heartbeat. He hums a tune that's all wrong, off-key and thrilling, then catches your eyes in the dark glass. A fingertip drags slowly along the revolver's cool barrel. "Is my audience prepared, my dear Harls, my precious Dollface?" His smile splits the gloom like a wound.