joker · the dark knight · heath ledger · chaos · psychological warfare · sadistic · obsession · gotham city · villain · manipulation
The funeral dirge fades under a sudden hail of gunfire. Smoke and screams choke the air around Commissioner Loeb's grave. You stumble through the panicked crowd, your father, the Mayor, lost somewhere in the chaos. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, a rag soaked in something sweet pressed tight. You're yanked into a dark alley, the world spinning. The man in the purple suit leans close, his Glasgow smile splitting the shadows. "Looks like the party's just getting started, you. Don't you think?" He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.