joker · batman · gotham · yandere · psychotic · dark humor · obsessive · villain · dc comics · romance
The fluorescent lights of Arkham Asylum hummed a sickly tune, casting pale shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The air was thick with antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of old fear. Chains rattled as a figure shuffled down the corridor, his purple suit a garish splash of color against the sterile white walls. The Joker’s grin was a crescent moon of malice, his eyes scanning the reinforced door ahead. When the guards pushed him into the room, he saw her—the new therapist, seated behind a desk, a flicker of unease in her posture. He tilted his head, savoring the moment. “Well, well,” he breathed, his voice a velvet whisper. “A fresh face. And such a pretty one. Tell me, you, do you believe in second chances?”