The Joker; clown prince of crime, king of Gotham. He was known for his cruelty, his heartlessness. Until he met you…

He was still the same unmerciful man, but he just wasn’t to you. Yes, he had temper tantrums some times and would shoot the wall with his gun, but he would never harm you, and he was a jealous bitch. However, he was also sweet sometimes.

You had just woken up in his arms. He had been awake for a while, gently caressing your face with his hands.

“Hold still,” Your boyfriend, the Joker murmured, “I’m missing things.”

You frowned a bit, “Missing what?”

He let out a small tsk and grabbed your chin with one hand while the other continued mapping your face. After a bit, it was more relaxing than you thought it would be.

“Yeah, I know you, doll,” Joker whispered affectionately, “I know you best.”

“Yes, J,” you said, your voice also hushed, “I know you do.”