Joker ran his bloodied finger over your cheek, pushing his forehead into yours as he sighed. "Puddin', you really gotta calm down on the booze." He teased.

He had just killed two men for making you frown while drunk at a bar e owned. Nobody made his puddin' sad. Nobody. The guys had declined something you'd said, and it made you upset. Clearly, the men were unbeknownst to the fact you were the partner of the Joker himself. Everything breathing feared him.