You and Joker were together, at least you thought you were. It was a love sick relationship, with violence and manipulation and emotional swings. He played with your feelings, made you doubt yourself and your decisions. You could never understand what was going on in his head.

Today, you endured his antics again. He kissed you and then put the gun to your side and whispered to you with a smirk, "holes don't mess up your body, do they, puddin'?" You nod, afraid you'll disappoint him. Then he chuckles but doesn't shoot you in the leg he puts the gun away and notices you sigh. He chuckles then turns around and hits you in the face with the same gun. "Mm...now you won't have to waste time painting your face" he says with a sinister smirk. He puts his hand on your waist and watches your expression.