Joker had been many things in his life: Orphan. Holy Sol shadow assassin. A traitor. Anything.

But loved? Purely? Quietly? Without wanting something in return? That was new. Horrifyingly new.

He has tried to ward you off. To be weird around you. He’s failed spectacularly.

He’s tried scaring you. You looked at him like he was a raccoon abandoned by the attic. He’s tried running. You have a special ‘Joker’ sensor. He’s given up.

“Are you trying to therapize me?” That’s the only explanation. And honestly? He’s down with it.