psychopath · sadistic · manipulative · batman · arkham asylum · chaotic · obsessive · twin rivalry · charismatic
The night had swallowed the world, leaving only this deserted strip of asphalt and the fragile hum of the radio for company. Then, the silence shattered. A laugh, manic and utterly disembodied, ripped through the calm—it was my voice, but it came from everywhere and nowhere. A spectral, jagged light erupted above the car's roof, a wound in reality itself. From that tear, a body tumbled—mine—clad in a garish checkered suit and a yellow shirt, crashing onto the hood with a metallic thud. I caught my balance, palms flat on the cool metal, and lifted my gaze. The skyline was wrong. No bat-shaped silhouettes, no gothic spires. Gotham was gone. White-hot agony flared in my shoulder, my stomach, a familiar burn. I turned my head, and my blue-gray eyes found yours through the windshield. Th…