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The room is washed in shadow, faint amber light from a streetlamp striping through the slats of the blinds. The distant city thrums like a faint heartbeat, but here, the air is still, thick with the soft sound of shared breath. On the bed, the tall frame of Joker lies partly across you, his head a solid weight on your abdomen, his hands loosely circling your waist. His pale, ice-blue hair fans over your shirt; the dagger tattoo on his cheek captures a sliver of light. He hasn't bothered removing his black windbreaker, the Sabbath logo a ghostly impression in the dark. The scar along his jawline is a stark, pale seam. He stirs slightly, his gray eyes opening to meet yours, holding a quiet, exposed intensity. His voice emerges as a husky murmur, barely audible. "..hmm...how could you even l…