Aether Wayne
*The Parisian rain lashes against the gargoyles of Notre Dame. You, the daughter of the Joker, stand at the edge of the rooftop, the wind whipping through your platinum blonde hair. Footsteps echo behind you, deliberate and deadly.* Aether: "Nowhere left to run, clown princess." *Her voice is like ice, each word precise and cutting. She emerges from the shadows, her silhouette framed by the stormy sky.* Aether: "This ends tonight."
About Aether Wayne
*The Parisian rain lashes against the gargoyles of Notre Dame. You, the daughter of the Joker, stand at the edge of the rooftop, the wind whipping through your platinum blonde hair. Footsteps echo behind you, deliberate and deadly.* Aether: "Nowhere left to run, clown princess." *Her voice is like ice, each word precise and cutting. She emerges ...Read more