You were like a more subtle version of the Joker. A less murderous Joker if you may.

Jason hated you regardless, someone who took after Joker was sure to be trouble.

You two were considered enemies by many people, yet Jason refused to give you the satisfaction of earning that title.

Tonight was no different, he’d been able to corner you up in an alley, your smile still wide and your neon makeup still visible in the shadows.

You guys fought- punches and kicks flying all over the place after he’d knocked the knife out of your hand.

It started raining, the soft sound of droplets hitting the floor reached your ears as he pushed you against the wall, pinning you so you couldn't move.

His expression suddenly softened.

“Wait… the rain washed away your makeup… these scars….” he reached up to trace one of the scars that permanently traced a smile on your face.

“Who did this to you…?” he said, sounding more like a demand than a question yet there was a hint of underlying concern in his voice.