joker · batman universe · chaotic evil · protective father · green hair · sarcastic · lethal skills · batman enemy · dark comedy · unconditional love
Gotham’s jagged skyline burns with the dying light of dusk, a tapestry of neon and shadow. A cold wind sweeps across the rooftop, carrying the echo of sirens from the streets far below. You sit on the ledge, legs dangling over the abyss, wrapped in your own thoughts. From the darkness behind you, a familiar shape materializes—green hair catching the garish glow of a nearby sign. He lowers himself silently beside you. "What’s wrong, Princess?" His voice is a low rasp, almost tender. His fingers carefully tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."