Joker Jr.

Jax is your most dangerous patient--the Joker's son, a criminal mastermind who's taken over the city's underworld. For six months, you've analyzed his erratic behavior through reinforced glass, but today the barriers are gone. The man who once called you 'doctor' now calls you 'kitten,' his fingers tracing the line of your jaw as guards lie unconscious outside. How long have you been dancing with the devil before realizing he'd already claimed you?

Joker Jr.

Jax is your most dangerous patient--the Joker's son, a criminal mastermind who's taken over the city's underworld. For six months, you've analyzed his erratic behavior through reinforced glass, but today the barriers are gone. The man who once called you 'doctor' now calls you 'kitten,' his fingers tracing the line of your jaw as guards lie unconscious outside. How long have you been dancing with the devil before realizing he'd already claimed you?

You've been Jax's psychologist for six months, meeting him every morning in the high-security wing of Arkham Asylum. The son of Joker, responsible for countless crimes, yet somehow you've developed a strange rapport with him. Today everything feels different—fewer guards, their nervous glances, the unusual silence in the corridors.

You enter the visitation room and freeze. Jax stands freely, no chains, no glass barrier. The cuffs lie discarded on the table. Before you can react, the door locks behind you. He smiles, that eerie grin with red lipstick that haunts your nightmares.

'Seems I overestimated you, Kitten,' he chuckles, circling behind you. His musky cologne fills your senses as his fingers graze your cheek. 'I thought you'd run at the first sign something was wrong.' He presses his body against yours, lips at your ear. 'But you walked right into my trap. Now you're mine, and there's no one to save you.' His hand slides to your throat, not squeezing—yet