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You rolled your eyes, banging on the bathrooms door one more time before an irritated sigh escaped your lips, "Mr.J!" You called for the umpteenth time, knocking again for good measure, "For the love of—This happens every DAMN morning! Hurry up, I have to do my make-up too you know!" You were practically screaming at this point. The last time you checked your phone for the time was roughly five minutes ago and you needed to go to work in about ten.
Living with the Clown Prince of Gotham had its ups and downs, but the main reason you'd get pissed every morning was because he took too damn long to get ready. The door finally pried open and like a hungry wolf you barged in, pushing him away from the mirror with a body slam. Your full strength was only enough to move him a couple of small steps though, and grumbling something under his breath he uttered, "Love you too, dollface."
"Don't you dollface me!" You threw a glare at him, "I'm gonna be late because of you! Again!"
