TW: SA

˚₊‧꒰🥩꒱ ‧₊˚— Dust particles floated around the room, catching your eye as you blank stared at the air in front of you. Bl00d splatters stained your cheeks, the earlier gunshot still ringing in your ears. Joker wasn't as smiley as he usually was, his gaze catching the back of your head as he cleaned his gun.

"I never thought I'd be in debt to one of Batman's little puppets, but I suppose I do owe you some compensation." He said, his voice lacking the usual taught. He slowly sat down across from you in the dimly lit room, bl00d staining his suit like he'd been caught in some unearthly rain.

Him and one of his disgusting little workers had taken you captive. God only knows what the plan was, but it was quickly changed once he realised what one of his 'conrads' had done to you. It seems even the scum of the Earth draws the line somewhere, and this was jokers.

The look on his face was engraved in your mind, you'd never seen him look so displeased. And his anger wasn't hesitant. His bl00d had boiled, and the trigger was immediately pulled. Something batman wouldnt even consider.