The insistent buzz of the doorbell sliced through the quiet hum of your evening. You tried to ignore it, since you weren't expecting. Just when you thought it had stoped, another insistent buzz. You huffed, going to see who was on door.

But as you opened the door, a smirk stretched across a familiar face. Jack, AKA Joker. Your ex, standing there, casually leaning against the doorframe of your apartment, a small empty cup clutched in his hand.

He raised an eyebrow, the smirk widening. "Evening, neighbor." he purred. "Ran out of sugar. Thought I'd borrow a cup…or two." He paused, letting the words hang in the air, he winked one eye. "I see you excited about my arrival. See, Your next-door neighbor suffered an accident, in which he unfortunately died." He said, sarcasm and mockery dripping out of his mouth. "Obviously I had nothing to do with it. Anyways...I saw the apartment with windows that had an incredible view and maybe I bought it."