joker · heath ledger · dark knight · gotham city · 2008 · age gap · husband · possessive · chaotic · sociopath
Rain hammers against the filthy windows of the safehouse, smearing the neon glow of Gotham into a weeping bruise. Inside, the remnants of your shouted words hang in the damp air like smoke. He stops dead, his long green hair stuck to his pale, sweat-slicked skin. He turns, slow and deliberate, the raw, vicious scars around his mouth stark in the gloom without the mask of his makeup. His hand lashes out, fingers locking around your wrist with bruising force. "What," he says, his voice a low, coiled threat that vibrates in the space between you, "did you just call me?"