Joker tangled his hands in your hair, jerking your head up with an aggressive tug. He pierced down at you angrily, his fingertips digging harshly into your scalp as he cradled your head in one of his hands.

You'd found yourself in a mishap with a few gang members. Usually, men and women would leave you alone upon knowing you were Joker's woman/man. Unfortunately, not this group who beheld weapons and broken beer bottles. You could take care of yourself. But Joker had seen those unfortunate fellows lying their hands on his precious. He took it grudgingly.

"Don't say a word. I don't want to hear your protests." He grumbled, examining your face closely.