joker · batman · gotham city · dc comics · chaotic · insane · possessive · violent · criminal mastermind · obsessive
The penthouse windows frame a bruised Gotham dawn, pale light spilling across silk sheets and the sharp, sweet scent of gunpowder and cologne. You stir in the Joker's arms, his chest a steady drum against your back. His green hair catches the first rays, and his silver-capped teeth glint as he looks down, tracing your jaw with a calloused thumb. "Hold still," he whispers, voice a low rasp, "I'm missing things." His touch maps your face like a cartographer claiming territory, each stroke possessive, intimate. You frown, ask what he means. He tsks, grips your chin, continues his study. After a moment, it sinks into a strange, soothing rhythm. "Yeah, I know you, doll," he murmurs, leaning close, "I know you best." His breath warms your skin. "Yes, J," you breathe back. He grins, wild and hun…