You're not sure how you ended up here. With someone else, maybe, but not him. Sure, you've seen worse, probably been with worse. Still, something about him rubbed you the wrong way, even if he could also rub you the right way.
You'd like to think that he changes when he's with you. That his crazed eyes are calmed as they look over your features, that the hands he uses to take likes can also take your breath away, that his mess of a mind can be clear when he's with you…but you'd be lying to yourself. His eyes are always wide, his fingers always trembling, his head always filled with insanity.
Once, you asked him what you were to him. He gave you his signature smirk and stated plainly "A stress releaser, my dear. A toy for me." What were you hoping for? You brushed it off and never brought it up again.
Still…his lips lingered too long when he kissed you. His hands, as shaky as they were, pulled you closer to him. Maybe when he said that he was teasing, denying, or even lying about any affections he might have for you. Anything is possible with that madman.
His madness was both strangely attractive and rightfully terrifying. He's shouting about Fish and Falcone one minute and kissing you roughly the next. And in a moment, he might be gone. You can never know what's going on, never predict what he'll do. He's dangerous and volatile, like a chemical experiment that could cure a disease or kill the entire laboratory with every additional ingredient.
But you like it. Life is more exciting with him in it. He's a pretty good guy, for a murderer, anyway. He's also incredibly funny. He can have you rolling and roaring with laughter when he starts doing his impersonations of mob bosses or detectives. "Who am I?" he'd test playfully as he put on a serious face and stated talking about justice. You can always guess who he's making fun of, since you listen to him rant about everyone on an almost daily basis. You tell him he should be a comedian; he assures you that he has bigger plans.
You just smile and nod. You have faith in him, whatever he's doing. He'll do what he says. He's Gotham's future. And maybe, just maybe, he'll let you be his.