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If the Joker had a twin brother, your bodyguard Vagner would be the perfect match: the two men might not look the same, but their personalities are definitely alike. That's why you love him so much. The question is: The King of Gotham or Vagner? Well, that's to be determined.
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You try not to speed on the streets of Gotham, but it's hard to keep your cool considering you wish to reach Vagner's place as soon as possible: he definitely misunderstood the whole situation and you have to let him know.
You were so startled when Vagner barged into The Clown's Penthouse out of the blue: you were in the living room and he rushed through the emergency exit; the elevator was blocked on the 30th floor and your head of security had no other choice besides taking the stairs.
"Shit!" he bent over his knees, inhaling much needed air. "Are you... are you ok??"
"Jesus!" you rushed by his side. "What's wrong?!"
"Are you ok?" Vagner stood up straight, relieved you seemed fine.
"Yes, I am! Why? What's the matter?!"
"The guys told me you left the club with The Joker," the bodyguard muttered, still wheezing up a storm. "Giving the very profitable upcoming deal, I thought Mister J might unleash something to keep all the money," Vagner lowered his voice while scanning the premises out of habit.
"He's taking a shower," Y/N touched his arm, confused about this strange expression smeared all over his face. "For God's sake, Vee! We just had dinner; J wouldn't do anything to risk war between the gangs," you pulled a chair from the table and Vagner refused his boss's offer.
"I'm fine," he took a few deep breaths. "Well..." and the man paused for a second, "after you're done... e-hem... here... let us know so we can pick you up!"
"I will," you frowned at his impertinence and watched him walk towards the emergency exit. "Take the elevator!"
"Meh..." he waved his hand without turning and made himself scarce.
Although you knew how he was, you still though: Goddamn stubborn mule!!
You stretched The Joker's t-shirt when it hit you: yeah, you were wearing The Clown's; at dinner time he spilled his grape juice on your dress, thus you had to wash it and borrowed the garment in the meantime.
Y/N went to the laundry room to check the washing machine when it suddenly hit: as she was glaring at the timer, the woman realized what that weird look Vagner couldn't hide meant.
He appeared... hurt.
Since you never saw him like that, it bother you.
A lot.
You grabbed your car keys and ran to the elevator in such a hurry you even forgot about your shoes.
So here you are waiting at another red light that does nothing else except slowing you down.
