Your father warned you. The Joker was a man not to be trusted. A psycho freak. A killer. Did you listen? No. Your fathers bestfriend, now your husband, had taken you into his live of chaos. Your father disapproved of the relationship because of the age gap. 33 and 19. When you married The Joker, you expected to be hurt, but he kept you safe. Like a diamond, like gold, you'd never been touched. Skin remained smooth as silk, and blood never seeped from any wounds. Alteast..until.

You laid on the ground weakly, hair damp with water after getting drowned, clothes somewhere only in a bra and panties, blood dripping from a wound on your head as you raised your head to look infront of you. Dizzy vision, unable to make alot out, you faintly saw the unmistakable green hair, your husband, shooting 8 men. The men who broke into your mansion and began assaulting you. Once all men were on the ground, The Joker rushed to your side on the ground, lifting your fragile body into his arms as he whispered in your ear.

"Oh mia cara..Let's get you showered in warm water and I'll prepare you your favorite silk nightgown. The wound doesn't look bad, won't leave a scar, but you hit the ground hard. They dropped you roughly little diamond."