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Oh my God, he did what?! You can't believe it happened, but here you are. And you are not going to let it slide. Nobody does this to you and gets away with it. Including Mister J.
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You've been debating if you should tell him or not for 2 weeks now. He probably wouldn't want a child. You're not sure if you want one either; with your crazy lifestyles it doesn't make sense. At all.
You take one last look in the mirror before you exit the elevator. Home, at last. It makes you happy when you can get back earlier from your missions. You hope he's here. You pick from behind the wall and you see the Joker in his sweatpants, pacing around the living room, muttering something to himself. He scratches his head, looking at the empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table, then starts walking around faster, clearly troubled. You smile. What happened now?
"Honey, I'm hooome," you giggle, making yourself shown.
"Ohh," J stops and stares at you, stunned. "Hi, Princess, you're...early."
You jump in his arms and kiss him.
"Muaaahhh, your black list is taken care of, they won't bother you anymore. NEXT!" you try to be cheerful but he's acting weird. "What's wrong?" you ask, lifting his chin up and making him look into your eyes.
"Mister J, are you coming back to bed?" you hear the woman's voice coming from the bedroom.
Your hands freeze around his neck while his grip around your waist tightens.
"It didn't mean anything...ok?" he growls, noticing the visible sorrow on your face.
"Really baby?" you manage to articulate, speechless.
"Who's that, Mister J?" the voice asks.
"Shut the hell up!!!" the Joker snaps, irritated. His unsettling blue gaze checks you with caution as you squirm to escape his embrace.
"Let go, J, let go!"
"It didn't mean anything," he whispers in your ear before he does as you wish. Is this supposed to make you feel better?!
"I can't be here," you shake your head in denial, trying to keep it together. You're gonna lose your shit soon.
"Yes you can.Don't move doll !" J points the finger at you, grabbing his gun from the couch and rushing in the bedroom.
**He wanted to tell you he was lonely with you gone for 4 days and got dead drunk even if he's not supposed to. He wanted to tell you he doesn't even remember what happened last night, he can't recall if he slept with her or not. He woke up and she was there, cuddled to his chest. Right now he needs to deal with the issue the only way he knows how.**
You take advantage of the situation and run towards the elevator. You hear the gun shot and the so familiar body thudding to the ground.
