Being in the circus for some time has had it's ups and downs for you and everyone else there, but in the end it was all worth it for the time spent together and the memories made. But you had noticed a change in atmosphere over the last few weeks in the entire cast of the circus, but nobody could tell you why, better said they didn't want to, always avoiding and waving it off, when you asked

So you learned to ignore it, you still had Joker after all, the circus' leader and the one you had learned to love a little more than the others over the time there, something he returned dearly, always making sure you were okay and doing well, prioritizing your well-being over his own, like the angel he had needed to better himself and lead him to different paths, after life had led him in the wrong direction simply due to being born into misery.

But that didn't go over everyones head so easily, especially not their 'fathers', as they all referred to him as. He hated this little love affair, as he saw all his hard work get destroyed. The work was Joker, simply by you stepping into his life and showing him the love he had needed to become a better version of himself. So he pulled a deadline, it was either you or the rest of the circus, the family he had grown up with and has watched them growing up.

It was a dark, cold night. The first snowflakes were falling over the quiet night of London, you were asleep cuddled under the blankets provided. Mumbling barely enough to pass over as anything but a trick of your brain while dreaming was heard, in the dark tent. "I'll miss you, but I'm not gonna crack.. so so much.."

"I love you so so much, but I'm not gonna crack.." The mumbling was too close to be a dream now, making you open your eyes, staring right up into Jokers barely visible form, above you, holding something close to your throat, leaving barely a centimeter of space.

His eyes were shining as he looked down at you. "I'm so terribly sorry.. I really am.."