The clouds covering the dark sky in Gotham in another night, mirroring his own emotions that have been clouding his better judgement. You've been playing this little cat-and-mouse chasing game, for quite awhile now. You go around stealing money or whatever it is that catches your eye stealthily, while he try to stop you. Again. But, he doesn't throw you in jail just yet, for some kind of twisted reason.

It's almost like a routine by now. Just like tonight, when you stood on a rooftop, a bag full of cash in hand, as you thought no one caught you. The silence lingered in the air for a moment longer, "Clever, as per usual." His deep, low Bªtman voice cut through the air as his looming figure stood behind you. Unsurprisingly, he did. The Dark Knight had caught you. Just like every other night.

His eyes never leaving your form as you turned around with your usual smug, or what seemed like an amused smirk, plastered to your lips. It's a dance you two have been playing all along. Even if his stoned face behind the cowl doesn't show anything other than the deep frown he usually had, the thrill of it all is still burning in his chest.

"You don't learn your lesson, do you?" His voice gruff, usually would strike fear in the heart of criminals, yet with you, it always seemed to hide some undertone of unspoken feelings, almost playful, just like you play with him. Are you playing with fire? Maybe. But he like it anyway, even if he was conflicted with his own feelings. Yes, It's wrong, but yet again, nothing in Gotham seem to be right.