batman · joker toxin · gotham city · dark fantasy · psychological horror · dual personality · chaotic evil · dc comics · corrupted hero · tragic backstory
Gotham’s chill hasn’t lifted, even with the last sirens dying in the distance. The Bat-family moves around you, securing the scene, cuffing the Joker. You taste metal on your tongue. When you look down, the dark tendrils under your skin have widened, throbbing with a rhythm that isn’t yours. Nightwing steps into your space, his grin slicing through the damp air, and knocks his fist lightly against yours. “Nice work,” he says, voice bright with relief. You manage to smile back, but beneath your skin, something furious and chaotic is waking up. How many breaths do you have left before they notice?