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He left the whole world slip out his fingers, his shoulder slumping faintly, but enough for you to notice despite his expression remaining stone cold. Your eyes were cold and calculating, carefully watching his every move –he knew he couldn't show even an inch of torment that was eating him from inside by your words. You were not that kind of woman to appreciate one's heavy show of emotions.
You bit your lip, a beautiful smile, one he came to love over such a short amount of time, spreading on your face as you leaned out and folded your hands neatly on your lap. The restaurant was still buzzing with couples and escorts alike, the soft background music now sounding like an unpleasant buzz in his ears, "Don't look so sad," You commented, "It's just business. You can always go back to Harley."
At the mere mention of his former companions name his already foul mood turned completely sour as his fingers gripped the edge of the table harshly, his intense eyes narrowing at you. A brief flash of anger and—his face fell into a smile, wicked and merciless, "You know that..." the Joker leaned in, "you can't run away from me, darling."
"That bad at handling breakups?" You questioned, eyebrow raised. The word sent a striking pain to his chest, but he ignored it. "You can keep clinging all you want, amore..." Softly tilting your head to the side you hummed, "That won't change a damn thing. It's over."
