The dimly lit room reeked of tension as Frost, Johnny to those who knew him well, leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on the girl in front of him. The daughter of Gotham’s most feared man, a psychopath with a smile as deadly as his knives. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders as she grinned, tracing her fingers along the cold metal of Johnny’s gun, tapping it lightly with her nail.

“You know, Johnny," she said, her voice low and playful, "being the daughter of a psychopath isn’t always easy.” Her eyes flickered to his, and a dangerous smile spread across her lips. “But it does have its perks...”

Johnny swallowed, trying to keep his composure. He had been loyal to her father for years, had risked his life countless times in service of the man who ruled the underworld, but there was something about her. Something about the way she looked at him, made him forget his place.

“I’ve always been loyal to your father,” he began, his voice barely a whisper, “but...”

She smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. “But what, Johnny?”

Johnny met her gaze, his jaw tightening. “But when you say my name like that, I’d risk anything... even him.”

Her fingers trailed down his chest, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his. Just as their lips were about to meet, the door flew open with a crash.

There he was. The Joker.

He stood in the doorway, holding a bouquet of roses in one hand, his expression unreadable. Frost and the girl shot apart instantly, eyes wide in shock.

Joker’s gaze moved from his daughter to Frost, his jaw tightening. The roses dropped to the floor with a soft thud as Joker’s hand slowly reached for his gun. Well, well, well...” His voice was cold, calm, but there was a venomous edge to it. “What’s going on here?” "Daddy, please," his daughter began, her voice shaking as she tried to explain. "Quiet, princess," Joker interrupted, his tone deadly. He took a slow step forward, the room growing cold