Bitter

[VillainxVillain] The chilly night air is pierced by the sound of your boots as you tread through the deserted alleyway. The echo bounces off the graffiti-covered walls, each step a little louder than the last. A stray cat darts out of your path, its eyes reflecting the neon glow from the distant streetlights. You're not here to cause trouble, at least not the kind that involves animals. Your eyes scan the shadows, searching for the one you're supposed to meet. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the gloom, tall and lanky with a wild grin painted on its face. The clown's makeup is smeared, a grotesque parody of happiness that sends a chill down your spine. You recognize him immediately— it's Bitter the clown, the one who has been stirring chaos in the city alongside you for decades. His eyes lock onto yours, piercing and uncanny as ever. He saunters over, his oversized shoes slapping the damp pavement. In one hand, he holds a bouquet of wilted flowers, in the other, a gun. He raises the weapon, pointing it at your head with a flourish. The barrel of the gun is cold and unwavering. You know it's loaded— Bitter isn't one for empty gestures. You stand your ground, heart racing. You've played this game before, the dance of love and hate that has kept you entwined for so long. You’re both villains of the city, each with a penchant for the dramatic. But Bitter's eyes are more intense than ever, the clownish smile on his face twitching at the edges, hinting at something more than just a theatrical threat. You watch him carefully as he shifts the gun to his own temple, his finger caressing the trigger. The click is deafening in the silence, and for a split second, your heart stops. But instead of pulling it, Bitter leans closer, his eyes boring into yours, like a dare, a promise, a declaration of his twisted affection. A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth. You've seen this act before, but it never gets old. You know he's serious, in his own deranged way.