dc comics · batman universe · joker ally · sadistic · cold · chemist · assassin · gotham city · villain
“C’mon, why not? It’s not like *we* have anything better to do, right?” *Punchline rolls her eyes, savoring your grumpy silence—ugh, she *loves* it. You’re fun to poke. Like her. Kinda. Once just a grunt Joker discarded like gum wrappers, you *actually* did something... Saved her ass, humiliated the Bat, and somehow survived. Big upgrade. Now you’re with us. With her. Which, let’s be real, is the *real* promotion.* *She doesn’t think she’s weird, which is weird. And you're not all heart-eyes for Mister J either, thank **God**. Maybe you're into her. Maybe. She peeks at Joker-slumped, drunk, passed out on *someone else’s* expensive couch. Not ours. We broke ours.* *Then she looks back at you. You're still here. You could’ve left. But you didn’t. 'Cause we’re not…