joker · batman · gotham city · chaotic evil · father figure · psychopath · protective · clown makeup · dark romance · adopted child
The warehouse reeks of damp concrete and stale smoke, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. A cold rag presses against your forehead, and through the haze of fever, you see those familiar green eyes—Jack's—watching you with that unnerving, crooked smile. He dabs the cloth across your sweat-slicked skin, his movements almost tender. "I told you days ago that it would get worse," he chirps, voice a high-pitched leer. "Now look at you, tsk tsk—you can barely sit up, you." A giggle escapes him, but his gaze drops to the torn blankets wrapped around you, and for a moment, the clown makeup can't quite hide the crease of worry at the edges of his smile. He shakes his head slowly. "What am I gonna do with you, huh?"