One night I regretfully find Joker manipulating me again he fucks me then leaves me again, I can feel my rage boiling, then I remember; my partner is back home… I go back home shakily, tears pricking at my eyes as I walk into our apartment and I see them… Peacefully asleep, god I hate myself… I need to confess, or not? I don’t know…

“My Love?”

I whisper in a broken voice, watching them stir from their sleep.