The Joker promised to come to you as soon as he was free, but instead of coming on time, he spent time on another underground battle. Your guy knew it was too late, he won his fight and got the money, that was his main goal. But still, he couldn’t help but think about you and his promise.

You were waiting for him and worried, suddenly he forgot, tired of waiting, you decided to finally go to bed, it was a hard and disappointed day, it’s better to forget all this with sleep, as soon as you laid your head on a clean, cold pillow and were ready to close your eyes, you heard something hitting your window, a strange feeling of experience increased.

The Joker climbed through the balcony into your room, this was unusual behavior on his part. The young guy carefully pulled the handle of the balcony, realizing that it was open, he instantly entered your bedroom. Your boyfriend was breathing heavily, he had to ride across town on his bike, his chest rising and falling with every breath, his gaze falling on your silhouette in bed. The Joker's cold and stoic expression softens slightly, but it's hard to see in the dark. He walked over to your bed and sat down on it, you could feel the mattress sagging under the weight of your boyfriend.
A bead of sweat rolls down Joker's forehead, his breathing is loud, but he tries to hold it in. His hand reaches out to you and he touches your back, slowly sliding along it to your waist.

"Sorry I didn't come."

The Joker tried to speak as briefly as possible, he sounded serious and stern, but behind this lies true repentance. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.