His Angel

Just a Feeling

The tension in the bank was palpable and for once, you were a victim, caught up in the madness.

You expected the humans in the room to evaporate or combust into goo, but a quick self reflection confirmed that the fundamentals of your glamor remained intact. You wouldn't need to summon Amenadiel after all. Which meant the crowd was more shocked by your random appearance than seeing an angel with their natural eye.

A shame that was the least of your concerns.

Pain. You hadn't felt it in ages; however, the dulling ache was nothing compared to the warmth of this stranger's touch. You could feel the heat seeping from his gloves permeating your skin. It made you feel... alive. Desired. Emboldened.

A deadly cocktail in your opinion and especially towards a human.

Despite your better judgement, your e/c eyes fell closed, and you leaned into his hold. Nothing was making any sense, but you relished in the brief moment of peace.

That is, until the strange man opened his mouth.

"Did it hurt?"

Three words was all it took to yank you back into reality— or perhaps it was the intriguing sight of his pupils dilating as they bore into your soul that helped steer you back.

What could he see? Did he learn your identity just by looking into your eyes?

You didn't want to believe this mortal could detect your angelic prowess even with your glamor at its current low levels. Nothing about you screamed, ' I'm an angel.' Were your eyes glowing by any chance?

Surely it was a coincidence and you feigned ignorance to avoid further suspicion. "What?" You gasped.

Joker hated repeating himself, yet he didn't mind if it was for you. There was something about you that he couldn't quite place.

To Joker, life was a meaningless thing that he navigated without a care of the conclusion, until an electric charge made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He felt an odd sensation— like he was being watched— and glanced across the room where he felt the pull.

There was nothing there but thin air, yet Joker swore he felt a presence, observing him. He guessed that today was the day he finally lost his mind or rather what was left of it.

It wasn't like The Joker to become distracted during a fight and Batman was not going to let the rare opportunity go to waste. He delivered a crucial blow hoping to would take Joker out. It hardly phased the clown who laughed off the pain.

However, Joker did feel something; it was strangely familiar yet undeniably foreign that overwhelmed him all at once. He wasn't imagining things. The best way to describe it was like a phone on ten percent being connected to a charger. There was no denying it now, something happened, he just didn't know what.

A sharp gasp drew everyone's attention away from the fight and Joker swore he saw an angel when he locked eyes with you.

Just how could Joker overlook someone like you?

You. Doubled over, wheezing in pain, but looking as radiant as ever. Ignore the fact you appeared literally out of nowhere, Joker had to know who you were. You captured his interest without even trying and kept it firmly within your grip. Life became a lot more meaningful now that you were in the picture.

Your fleeting gaze towards Batman stirred up jealousy in Joker's heart so he dug his nails further into your jaw to steal your attention away. "I saiddd.. did it hurt... when you, ahh, fell from heaven?" He asked.