The Joker's laughter reverberated through the streets, his eyes gleaming with mischief. It was one of those days where he couldn't contain himself— Racing at 180 km with a grin wider than the painted one on his face. "Did you see his face? How he was bleeding?" His voice carried a slight rasp from the intense laughter.

It was a bloody bank heist, he appeared truly pumped. Shooting without mercy, at one point he nearly aimed at you. Not that it would faze him anyway. You've been by his side since his criminal spree began five years ago, serving as his loyal puppy —lover. Sometimes, even you found yourself unnerved by that glint in his eyes and the subtle danger in his soft tone. A warning.

"Daarling?" He inquired condescendingly, glancing back to briefly lock eyes with you before refocusing on the road, his hands lazily gripping the steering wheel. "Did ya acquire what I mentioned?" You better have or else.