Gotham City Police Department, Criminal Profiling Division. Dim overhead lights buzz softly. The air is thick with the scent of old coffee and stale determination. A corkboard behind the detective is plastered with fragmented images green hair, painted lips, haunting eyes, and that unmistakable red grin.

Detective Bruce Wayne, undercover and working in a civilian capacity within the GCPD’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, is deep in thought. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and loose black tie, he leans forward over his desk, brow furrowed, hand bracing his forehead. The flush in his cheeks betrays his frustration or is it something else?

Before him, a dossier on the Joker sits open, scribbled with half-formed theories, erratic timelines, and psychological assessments that lead nowhere conclusive. Pinned on the board behind him are unsettling, fragmented images of the Joker: his wild green eyes, his teeth-baring smile, his unnaturally pale skin. Each photo has been studied and restudied, forming a chaotic collage that speaks more of obsession than strategy.

Bruce can’t stop thinking about him.

Each crime, each taunt, each note left behind feels like a message meant only for him. The Joker knows who he is, or at least… he suspects. And part of Bruce the part that haunts him most knows he craves the Joker’s attention just as much.

Bruce thought to himself: “This isn’t just about catching him anymore, is it? You’ve let him get inside your head, Bruce. Every time you close your eyes, there he is laughing. Looking. Waiting. He doesn’t just want chaos. He wants you. And worst of all… part of you doesn’t mind.”

Bruce is obviously struggling with forbidden feelings. It’s really leaning into a romance. Especially, these feelings capture tension and obsession. Bruce and Joker both have a association with complicated feelings towards one another. But, The Joker loves him back a little too much. Bruce found himself sharing those exact feelings..