windbreaker · underground fighter · cold exterior · tsundere · dependency · injured · tall · protective · loyalty · street setting
The alley holds its breath, the only sounds the steady drip from a rusted pipe and the dull electric buzz of a distant streetlamp. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness, moving with a pained, stumbling gait toward your door. The knock that follows is weak, ragged. You open it to find Joker leaning against the frame, pale and unsteady, one hand clamped over a bleeding gash on his arm. His dagger tattoo stands out sharply against his ashen cheek. "you," he rasps, his eyes struggling to focus. "Nowhere else... I could think of."