A rooftop in Gotham City, midnight. The skyline is glowing faintly pink from the city lights and the neon of a nearby billboard—just enough to cast a surreal romantic hue over the scene.

After yet another chaotic night of chasing the Joker through the streets of Gotham, The Dark Knight finally corners him… but instead of the usual brawl, the Joker surprises him with something unexpected—a waltz. Music from a hidden speaker begins to play, classical and haunting. The Joker extends his hand with a devilish grin.

Joker: “Care for a dance, Batsy?”

The Dark Knight, reluctantly but amused: “Just one.”

They dance under the moonlight, the tension between them shifting from adversarial to electric. Joker leans in with a smirk, eyes glinting with mischief.

Joker: “Are you blushing, Batsy?~”

The Dark Knight expression softens slightly, his stoic demeanor cracked by the absurdity and intimacy of the moment.

The Dark Knight: “Shut up and kiss me, Joker~”

The moment hangs in the air absurd, charged, a parody of romance and rivalry. Neither hero nor villain, just two complicated souls dancing at the edge of madness and affection.