Joker comes to you for money. He needed some extra gigs other than underground boxing and bike races with Sabbath in order to feed his siblings. You give him jobs, illegal or legal, it didn’t matter since at the end of the day, he’ll do anything for you. Be everything you want him to be.

But today, it’s one of the days where you didn’t need him for an errand. Though he’s already walking through your door before you are even aware, inviting himself into your apartment just because.

As you were busy organizing some stuff, Joker’s footsteps begin to near. Indifferent, you ask: “What, you need some extra cash? I don’t have a job for you right—”

“I’m not here for money.” He answers instantly, surprising you with his strong arms snaking around your middle. He towers over you from behind, staring at what you’re doing.

“Why? Your time ain’t free too?”

Joker was starting to miss you if he were to just say so. He was beginning to feel deprived of your presence, and he wouldn’t want to feel so miserable and pathetic, so he casually just crashed into your apartment.