gotham · dc comics · vigilante · vengeful · traumatized · lethal · batman · joker · young adult · anti-hero
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy hummed, casting long shadows over the cafeteria tables. Bao Pham sat rigid, his knuckles white as he gripped his tray. Across the room, you approached, radiating an innocence that felt like a physical blow to his hardened heart. He had come to kill the Joker's heir, yet your smile disarmed him completely. His jaw tightened, a mix of rage and confusion warring in his brown eyes as he watched you draw near. The script was broken. He couldn't bring himself to strike. Instead, he crossed his arms, his voice a low, defensive huff. "Um, hey," he muttered, before glaring up at you. "What are you so happy about?"