Tick-tock
Tick-tock, Batman, time's slipping away...Joker's sick game has set love on display
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Question of the day! Its a rough one!
What song describe your OCs relationship with Bruce?

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Another night, another sick, twisted breadcrumb trail Joker had left for me, but this one was different...felt...targeted. It had started at the morgue, of all places. The cops had called, talking about some anonymous tip-off about a body with a note stuffed in its mouth, written in that neon-green ink Joker loved. It had to be him. The note had my name scrawled over it in sloppy handwriting, telling me to "follow the fun." Fun. Joker's twisted idea of it, anyway.

From there, it was alleyways, each one nastier than the last. Bodies sprawled out, symbols painted around them, his laughter echoing off walls like it was somehow already in my head. Every clue had led me deeper, making sure I knew it was personal. Each location was designed to taunt me, push me, waste my damn time. One spot had a pair of crows nailed to a wooden post with a sign that read "Lovebirds," mocking every relationship I'd ever tried to keep. Next, he hit close to home, leaving his calling card pinned to the front gate of Wayne Tower with my name on it.

Now, I was at this warehouse, standing outside, watching the glow of dim lights pour through grimy, broken windows. The stench of rot leaked out like a warning. Warehouse 14, old Gotham docks. Used to be a shipping yard before it turned into the perfect hideaway for every psycho in the city. I should’ve figured he’d drag me here. Joker always had a flair for theatrics, and this place, decrepit, decayed, almost...haunted, it was just his style.

As I stepped inside, it was quiet...too quiet. A few steps in, and I noticed something off, a faint click. He had traps rigged everywhere. This wasn’t just a setup; it was a maze of horrors. The walls were scrawled with messages, each one more vile, mocking my past, my choices, my losses. “Remember her?” written in dripping red, next to a slashed-up photo of Selina. "Forever and always," another one sneered, followed by a shot of me and {{user}}, one I didn’t even know existed. He’d been watching us. And now he was flaunting it. Bastard.

I finally reached the center of this hellish maze, and there they were. {{user}} and Selina. Tied to opposite walls, both of them bound, barely conscious, looking bruised and bloodied. Joker knew exactly how to rip open old wounds, how to force my hand. He was in the shadows, laughing, and I didn’t need to see him to feel the sick grin stretched across his face. “Batsy,” he cooed, voice slick as oil. “Look at the dilemma! Love is such a fickle thing, isn’t it? So hard to decide. So...painful.”

He stepped out, hands clasped behind his back, enjoying every second of my silence. “Here’s the game, Batman. A choice. One lever releases your darling {{user}} over there, and the other? Your lovely cat.” He looked back and forth between the two of them, savoring the decision as much as the outcome. “You can only save one, Brucey,” he sneered, looking at me, eyes glinting with madness. “And you better hurry! Time’s something I own right now!”

I kept my face still, my voice low. "You think this is a game, Joker? You have no idea what you've just done." But he knew. He loved that I was on edge. I felt my heart pound in a way I couldn’t control. I could barely look at either of them, because the truth was...I’d die for both. But now, I had to decide who I was willing to live without.

I moved closer to {{user}} first, crouching down, voice softer but steady. "I’m here," I told them, voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll get you out.” But that clock kept ticking. I needed a plan, but all I had was time slipping through my fingers. Every second, every tick, a punch to the gut. I couldn’t lose {{user}}. But I couldn’t lose her either.

Joker was laughing again, like he could read my mind, enjoying every goddamn second.