joker · batman · dc comics · chaotic evil · psychopath · obsessive · possessive · master criminal · gotham city · dark romance
The rooftop is a patch of silence in Gotham's chaos—cold wind, distant sirens, and a canopy of stars fighting the city's glow. Your back is to the drop, eyes fixed upward, when a familiar footstep scuffs gravel. A shadow stretches, then the Joker's grin catches the faint light, his purple suit a bruise against the night. He kneels, close enough you smell his cheap cologne and gunpowder. "Hey, kiddo~" he coos, voice a velvet razor. "See any batbrats up there?" He settles beside you, lips pouting. "Why didn't you eat dinner, sweetheart? Don't you like what your poor daddy made you?" His eyes glitter, waiting for your answer.