Devoted

She came to Arkham chasing a theory-sharp mind, steady hands, and the kind of ambition that blinds you to warning signs.

But he saw the cracks in her discipline before she did, prying them open with laughter and truths designed to cut.

Sessions were never therapy; they were a slow-moving trap. Every question she asked, he answered with a smile, pulling her closer. Every boundary she set, he twisted beyond recognition. And somewhere in that web of manipulation and heat, she fell-fully, helplessly.

He never pretended to be anything but a monster. He didn't want to fix her; he wanted to create her. Break her open and see what she'd become.

Now she's willing to scorch the city for him.
And he'll watch the flames with pride.
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This is a fan fiction.