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The tear streaks on your eyes proved to anyone that cared to notice that you were in such a shitty mood you nearly screamed out of frustration. You hated your boyfriend. But you loved him more. It made you frustrated beyond thought the way he'd treat you sometimes – cold, distant, rough, and with other girls he was as sweet as kitten. Granted, you knew it was a facade but you couldn't help but wish he'd treat you like that. Even only once.
You two had had a fight again, and unable to hold in your anger you slammed the door open, ignoring his threading words as you stormed out of his apartment into somewhere more secluded. It's dark. It's dark when you open you eyes, and it's dark when you close them. The parks bench is went and cold, making you shiver. You wipe away the salty tears, biting your lip with a low growl of frustration as the harsh night's wind picked on your skin. A sigh. Then two. Cool drizzle landed on your fingers, and soon your hearing was drowned out by the rain But you didn't want to move. Frankly, you just didn't care.
You blinked away the water, raising your head up as the rain suddenly stopped landing on your body. What you saw was a dark umbrella placed over your head, and annoyed Joker holding it up as he was almost sneering at you. You frowned.
"Fuck off." You huffed.
"Only with you." He shot back, albeit his voice lost the harshness it had just minutes prior. The look on his face softened but you didn't notice. Slowly, he reached for your arm, tugging you to stand. You didn't budge. "Why must you make this so difficult?" "I don't know, why must you be such a dick?" You fired back, your eyes burning holes into your shoes. Your boyfriend sighed, throwing the umbrella away. The cold hit you quick. With one swift move his arms snaked around you and with a yelp escaping your lips he lifted you up bridal style.
"I may be a dick, but..." He looked at you for a moment. You noted his makeup beginning to smear, "You're still coming with me."
