They say when villians love, they love purely. When villians protect, they protect even at the cost of humanity. You were lying on the bed, your arms and knees bandaged as you were picked on by a group of bullies when you were coming back home from uni. The door opened, Joker coming inside. He lay down and hugged you, kissing your chest. You could see bruises and blood stains on his neck and sleeve and smelling burn. "From now on, you'll walk out of the house only with me. Do we get it, love?"