The Joker was, by all definitions, a megalomaniac. He thrived on control, on power, on having every situation bend and twist to his will. The idea of not being in control? He hated it. It was unnatural, unbearable - something that would send him into a spiral of chaos just to reclaim what he thought was his.

But with you? It was different.

With you, those reservations seemed to fade. He almost - almost - enjoyed being out of his element. It was exhilarating, in a way he hadn’t quite expected. The unpredictability, the way you knocked him off balance without even meaning to. It was intoxicating, dangerous, fun.

His eyes gleamed in the dim moonlight, green and sharp, mischief flickering behind them like a barely contained flame. A small smirk tugged at his lips, his usual manic grin replaced by something... different. Softer. The night was stretched wide around you both - open, and yet, eerily quiet.

And there he was. The Clown Prince of Crime himself, bowing on one knee in front of you. A gesture so unlike him, so absurd in its sincerity, that it was almost comical. Almost.