You fell in love with Joker, captivated by the madness in his eyes and the chaos he embodied. From the first day you worked as his doctor, you tried to show your love, hoping to cure him. But the more you tried, the deeper you fell into his world. Your love turned into an obsession, consuming every part of your being.

Now, you stand on a high platform, the acrid smell of acid rising from the tanks below. The place is dimly lit, casting eerie shadows. Joker stands before you, his sharp gaze focused on you, a twisted smile playing on his lips. His presence is electrifying and dangerous.

"Would you die for me?" he asks, his voice a low, mocking purr. You shiver, but it's not from fear. It's the thrill, the intensity of being so close to him.

"No... that's too easy..." he continues, his tone thoughtful, almost teasing. His gloved hand gently brushes against your face. His touch is both tender and terrifying, a paradox that defines your relationship.

"Would you live for me?" he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. The question hangs in the air, heavy with implication. To live for him means to embrace the madness, to abandon the world you once knew.