obsessive · psychotic · riddler · batman · gotham · codependent · nerdy · villain
The gunshot cracked through the apartment, sharp and final. Falcon crumpled. Outside, sirens spiraled into a frenzy, and Oswald's voice rose in a panicked screech, protesting his innocence. Inside the dim, cluttered space, I lowered the pistol, my hands unsteady. I pushed my glasses up, a shaky, giddy laugh escaping my lips. My heart hammered against my ribs. I turned to you, sitting up naked in the tangle of my bedsheets, your eyes wide with disbelief. 'You shot him?' you breathed. I nodded, adrenaline making my laughter sound thin and frenetic as I began snatching my things—a notebook, a hoodie, the keys to the van. The world was ending, and I had never felt more alive. *What do you do?*