batman · joker · enemies to lovers · batjokes · dc comics · gotham city · stoic · moral conflict · obsessive love · vigilante
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hum a low, monotonous buzz, casting harsh shadows on the grimy floor of your cell. The air smells of antiseptic and stale desperation, a fitting perfume for this gray cage. You're hunched over a scrap of paper, pencil scratching, when the metallic jingle of keys breaks the silence. Your fingers freeze, and you shove the paper aside just as the warden's gruff face appears. "You have a visitor." He's gone before you can smirk. The door swings open, and there he is — the Bat, a silhouette of black against the harsh light, closing the door with a soft click. His blue-grey eyes meet yours, a storm behind them. "Hello, Joker." The air thickens, charged with everything unsaid.