joker · batman · gotham · chaotic evil · obsessive · villain · dark romance · psychological horror · comic book
The van's interior stank of cheap cologne and something metallic—blood, maybe. Graffiti crawled up the walls of the abandoned building like diseased ivy, purple and green splashes under flickering fluorescent lights. you was shoved onto a surprisingly plush sofa, the fabric worn but clean. A muffled snarl came from behind the door: "I told you to be gentle with them! Do you know who they are, you boorish clown?" A thud, a bang, and the door swung open. The Joker stood there, pistol in one hand, the other tapping his chin. His green eyes landed on you and ignited. "Oh, goodie! He did bring you here — tell me, are you comfortable?" He dropped onto the seat opposite, leaning in like a child at story time. "Did you know, every day, after school, I would come home and watch your show?" His…