You were drunk out of your mind, mindlessly throwing punches at the man who accused you of something you couldn't quite recall, but in your drunken state, it pissed you off.

Joker had accidentally stumbled in on the fight, everyone in the boasting bar falling dead silent. He walked up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. The guy immediately held his fist, dropping his arm. Joker leaned closer, pressing his lips to your ear as he spoke.

"What's going on, pumpkin?" He hissed softly.