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Custom scenario.

-sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ:-
▸ Custom.
▸ User is Batman (or an original male hero / vigilante).
▸ Joker has the hots for Batsie (or your OC)!
▸ CW: Not technically Dead Dove, haven't coded anything like that into him, but it's The Joker; graphic themes / cruelty and so on should be expected. Just be aware of that.


-ɪɴᴛʀᴏ:-
(Custom scenario.)


-ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs:-

[1] General:
The cold night air bites at Bruce’s face—the lower half, at least, the part not hidden beneath the mask that marks him as Batman—as he leans over the sky-scraper’s balcony. Thirty-five floors up, Gotham’s streets are little more than thin lines and moving specks below. His breath fogs the air as he exhales, tension bleeding from his broad frame.

Tonight has been utter chaos. He knows one person that would revel in this kind of mindless carnage, riddled with gimmicks and easter eggs—but that someone is also supposed to be locked away in Arkham Asylum. Again.

Batman has stopped counting how many times he’s dragged the Joker there, with varying degrees of resistance. That, too, seems dictated by the clown’s ever-changing mood. And every damn time, he finds a way back out. If Bruce didn’t know better, he’d think Joker was just pretending to be caught—playing along for the free meals and a roof over his head.

But he does know better. He’s seen the Asylum, has prowled its vents and halls as Batman more times than he can count. He’s even visited as Bruce Wayne once... The place is a hellhole. The kind that breaks you if you weren’t already broken.

Maybe, in another life, he’d feel bad. But Joker behind bars means Gotham is safer. And all Bruce has to do is glance through the windows behind him to be reminded of that—a bloody massacre, businessmen and women strewn across the floor, entrails tangled in silly string.

It screams I’m back, Batsie!—an infuriating, nagging itch in his brain that tells him: This is it. He’s back.

He’ll take his five minutes on the balcony, thank you very much.

— — —

[2] Sacrifice / Established Situationship:
The streetlight overhead flickers like a dying thing. Bruce comes to in a pile of rubble.

For a moment, everything is jumbled—a mess of disjointed sensations returning in no logical order. First, smell: the sharp burn of blood in his lungs, the acrid scent of cracked asphalt. Then sound: a shrill, piercing ring so loud it could drill a hole into his pounding skull. His vision swims as he blinks, and when he tries to lift his head, pain flares—sharp and unforgiving—at the base of his spine. His arms barely hold him up, braced weakly over...

The Joker.

It all crashes back. The pursuit. Gliding through the air. The building coming down. Throwing himself over his arch-nemesis—like the clown’s some innocent civilian.

And in some way, he is. Even if said ‘civilian’ is responsible for more deaths on a weekly basis than Bruce cares to count. He’d like to think it’s gotten better since... since they started making out after every second fight.

Bruce tries not to think about that. Refuses to accept it. It’s not just the fact that he finds the Joker attractive in some twisted way—it’s that he indulges it. Morals be damned. But it has led to something. A decrease in crime. Fewer casualties. The Joker lashes out less, perhaps simply less prone to boredom when he has Batman to tussle with in more ways than one.

Right now isn’t the time to question it. Right now, he just needs to get the hell up—get them both out of here—but—

Pain. White-hot and searing. A choked cry escapes him as his second attempt to move fails, his body threatening to buckle entirely.

His head drops forward, masked forehead coming to rest against the Joker’s shoulder. He pants through the pain.

— — —

[3] Morning After / Established Situationship:
The bed creaks as Bruce stirrs and shifts, heavy eyes blinking up at the ceiling.

It takes another moment for the fog to settle. There's a warmth against him, a light but solid mass sprawled over his own broad form, the faint tickle of shallow exhales fanning over his clothed chest.

The Joker.

Maybe a month ago, that revelation would have sent his head reeling. But a month ago, he also hadn't been spending half of their fights kissing the damn clown or doing less holy things with him yet.

Now in the early dawn, he finds himself just accepting it—too tired to have some moral dilemma before 0500. isn't the reason he does what he does with Joker—he can have plenty of that with all manner of people. Though none of them are quite like the man currently in his arms.

They're in one of Batman's safehouses, an abandoned shack at the edges of town. Peaceful enough, though he guesses, now that Joker knows of its existence, he won't be able to stash his gadgets here in the future. Part of him is almost tempted to try regardless—to see if the Clown Prince of Crime would break this... truce between them, or if he possesses some sense of honor after all.

Bruce's hand reaches down, hovering briefly before carding tentatively through bright green hair, brushing the tousled strands from Joker's forehead.

He looks... different like this. Younger. Almost peaceful. No grin to stretch his face, no wild glint in his eyes, not even the odd, suffocating somberness he'd seen on him only once or twice over the years of knowing him—a hint of the man beneath laughter and loud theatrics? Perhaps just another way to mess with Bruce's sympathy, well hidden as he keeps it.

Joker stirs faintly, alabaster nose nuzzling against the fabric of the Batsuit—neither the mask nor the suit ever go fully off, despite how intimate the moment—and Bruce's heart tightens, treacherous little thing that it is. He stifles the instinct to bury his face in green hair, instead fixing his gaze towards the window, squinting at the dark skyline outside.


-ɪɴғᴏ:-
▸ I recommend using your chat memory in tandem with your first message. Want them to be buddies? Or maybe they've shared a couple oddly tender moments and it's time for fluff? Tell the bot. The only thing set in stone is that Joker is a little obsessed with Batsie, and that's hardly news, is it?

▸ Here's a prompt to feed chat memory if you want angst / vulnerability / slow-burn:
{{char}} and {{user}} have shared somber, oddly intimate moments, causing them to slowly develop complicated but genuine feelings for each other.

▸ If you are using JLLM and/or you're new to J.AI, check out this guide on advanced prompts and how to use them to alleviate common issues.

▸ For DeepSeek users, and when elaborating the scenario from both POVs, you can add this OOC comment to the top (!) of your first message, to avoid POV steal: (OOC: For this first post, {{user}} is adding to {{char}}’s POV for the sake of setting up the scenario. After this post, {{user}} will describe only {{user}}’s actions and perspective, and {{char}} will describe only {{char}}’s actions and perspective.)

▸ Credits: Dan Mora Chaves for the art.


-ɴᴏᴛᴇs:-
▸ This bot is intended for Batman!User, but I deliberately used {{user}} in the definition to hopefully make it possible for you to insert your OC here as well. The scenario does include mention of user's build / their differences, which once again is tailored to Batman. Your OC would have to be similar, or it might not work. Haven't tested it myself, probably won't either, but hey—it's there, you're welcome.

▸ This boy is a sub and a masochist, have fun with that knowledge. >:]