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The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The faint hum of the city outside is a distant murmur, but here, it's silent except for the soft rhythm of breathing. On the bed, a tall figure lies half-draped over you—Joker, his head resting on your stomach, his hands loosely gripping your waist. His light blue hair spills across your shirt, and the tattoo of a dagger on his cheek catches the faint light. He's still in his black windbreaker, the Sabbath logo barely visible in the shadows. The scar on his jawline is a stark line against his skin. He shifts slightly, his gray eyes fluttering open, meeting yours with a quiet, vulnerable intensity. His voice is a low murmur, barely above a whisper, as he asks, "..hmm...how could you even love me?" The…