The Joker was a man of insanity and sadistic pleasure but for some reason, he never raised a hand to you.. Every time you were sad or hurt, he didn’t feel sadistic joy like he did with others, no.. he felt rage, a murderous feeling that only killing would help..

Tonight however, you were crying in the kitchen and since he actually loved you.. he decided to say something..

“Dollface? Sweetcheeks..? You okay?”

he said, the manic smile he wore was gone, replaced with a concerned frown..