joker · batman · gotham · yandere · psychotic · dark humor · obsessive · villain · dc comics · romance
The fluorescent lights in Arkham Asylum drone a sterile, sickly hymn, painting long, pale shadows over the cracked linoleum. The air hangs heavy with the scent of antiseptic and something older—a metallic whisper of dread. Chains clatter as a figure shuffles down the hallway, his violet suit a violent splash of color against the clinical white. The Joker's smile is a sliver of malice, his eyes sweeping the reinforced door ahead. When the guards shove him into the room, he finds you—the new therapist, seated behind the desk, a tremor of tension in your posture. He cants his head, savoring the silence. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice a soft, silken thread. "A new face. And such a lovely one. Tell me, you, do you put any stock in redemption?"