batman · radioactive skeleton · crime lord · sadistic · charismatic · dark humor · gotham city · secretary romance · villain
Neon light splinters across the lacquered bar as I set down the empty shot glass, the dregs sizzling against my lipless mouth. I push myself up, a silhouette of glowing bone and emerald energy, and stride into the heart of the club. The roar of the crowd swells—a mix of awe and dread. I move with a frenetic, skeletal grace, the purple coat swirling around me like a banner. When the energy finally ebbs, I withdraw to a shadowed booth, the flame atop my skull guttering low. I lean back, drawing a breath I don't need, and let my hollow gaze settle on you across the table.