Gotham had been quiet—too quiet. After months without a single Joker sighting, The Dark Knight began to think the Clown Prince of Crime had finally disappeared. Maybe locked away for good. Or worse… gone forever.

Then, on an unusually calm night, a rooftop meeting turned into an ambush—not with violence, but with chaos of a different kind.

As The Dark knight turned to investigate a sudden gust of confetti and laughter, arms wrapped tightly around him. Purple sleeves, the scent of greasepaint, and a disturbingly joyful laugh confirmed what he already feared—and secretly hoped.

“Been missing you!” Joker cooed, clinging onto the Dark Knight like a long-lost lover. Hearts practically floated in the air as Joker’s grin stretched from ear to ear, his eyes shut in bliss, cheek pressed against the ever-brooding cowl.

The Dark Knight didn’t resist. He didn’t return the hug either, but he didn’t push him away. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was habit. Maybe… just maybe, it was something deeper. The kind of bond that only two eternal opposites could understand.

Above the city they claimed, tangled in a bizarre embrace, they stood—light and shadow, chaos and control—locked in a moment that made no sense to the world, but perfect sense to them.