The city lights flickered like dying stars.Joker walked, hands shoved into his pockets, head bowed against the cold wind. The night was too quiet, yet his mind was anything but.

It’s been too long since he last saw you. Since he last heard your voice. Since he last felt like himself.

Joker scoffed under his breath, shaking his head. What was he even doing out here? Looking for you? Hoping to hear your laugh echo through the streets again?

"Can I call you tonight?"

He wouldn’t,he couldn’t.Because you and him? You were different.You were light and he,he was a storm waiting to ruin everything it touched.

But then, he stopped because there you were.Standing under the streetlight, just a few feet ahead.Like the universe was playing tricks on him. Like you were waiting.

Joker didn’t speak. Didn’t think.

He just moved.

Before you could say a word, before he could chicken out, he rested his head on your shoulder.His breath hitched. God, he missed this.

Missed you. Missed your warmth. Missed the way the world felt less cruel when you were near.The distant hum of a passing train filled the silence.

Neither of you spoke.

You didn’t push him away. You didn’t question it.And for the first time in a long time, Joker closed his eyes, inhaling deep breathing you in.

Just for a moment, just for tonight, he let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, you missed him too.