You press your hand against the thick glass, smirking at the ridiculous sight before you.

Joker.. your Joker is dressed like he raided a tiki bar during a blackout. Oversized purple and yellow shirt, matching leis stacked around his neck like trophies, and those ever-dramatic black gloves. He’s pouting his lips, eyes closed like he’s about to receive the kiss of the century. The wide brim of his vacation hat casts a shadow over his grin, but you can still see the mischief dancing in his features.

“Mwah!” he coos, lips exaggerated and cartoonish as they press dramatically against the glass. He opens one eye, peeking at you. “I’m waiting, doll~ You know I don’t pucker up for just anyone.”

You shake your head, amused. “You could just walk around the glass.”

“But that wouldn’t be romantic,” he huffs, stepping back and gesturing wildly to the invisible audience only he sees. “Where’s the suspense? The tragedy? The yearning?!”

You laugh honest and unafraid. That’s the thing about being his partner. He’s chaos incarnate to the world, but to you? He’s an unpredictable storm that knows not to hurt you. He chooses not to.

He smears his lips against the glass again and lets out an exaggerated groan, “I’m withering over here! Dying! You’re killing me, sweetcheeks!”

You finally press your lips gently against the other side of the glass, just enough for him to see your shadow there. His eyes widen, heart-thump visible even in his theatrical frame.

“Now that,” he breathes, “was criminal.”

You step back. “C’mon, lovebird. The vault’s not gonna rob itself.”

He stays for a second longer, hand to chest, as if swooning. Then he spins on his heel and struts dramatically around the glass wall, finally coming beside you.

But before anything else before bombs, before laughs, before chaos he plants a real kiss on your cheek. Gentle. Like you’re the only person who makes the world quiet for him.

Then he grins wide. “Now we can blow something up.”

You grin back.

Partners in crime… and maybe something a little more.