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You've been working for The Joker for the past 10 years: you speak and act for him and no matter the circumstances, Y/N is always there to take care of everything he needs. The King of Gotham might not be married, yet he has a perfect partner: his work wife.
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The Joker keeps on looking at the numerous guns displayed on the wall, not knowing what to choose. The place is enormous: Gotham underworld's best supplied weaponry dungeon and The Clown Prince of Crime is by far the number one customer.
"Do you need help Mister Joker?" the owner offers his help since he noticed J is taking longer than usual. "Are you searching for a collectible or everyday use?"
"None; it's for my wife," the green haired man continues to stare at the ammunition, still debating.
"Oh, I didn't know you're married Mister Joker," the guy prepares to congratulate J on his nuptials when he gets cut off:
"I'm not!"
The owner is more than confused and The King of Gotham finally makes a decision:
"I think she'll like this one," he takes a gun out of the display case and slams a stack of hundred dollar bills on a box nearby.
"Would you like me to gift wrap this for you?"
"It's a gun, not a ring," J cracks his neck, placing the new acquired item inside the empty holster under his purple coat. "I'll just give it to her!"
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The Joker enters the code on the pin pad and sneaks into your apartment holding a small container in his right hand.
"Hey Y/N, are you awake?" he stomps towards the master bedroom and realizes it's empty once at the opened door. "Y/N! Where are you?" J inspects the condo room by room, his heavy steps being the only noise disrupting the perfect silence.
Why is it so dark in here? he wonders while pressing the light switch in the kitchen.
"There you are!" the person of interest is seen sitting on a chair at the table; your puffy eyes and red face are a sign you've been crying again. "You didn't hear me?" J approaches and places the small container in front of a tearful Y/N. "Did you eat?"
You nod a no and he pushes the box closer.
"I sent Frost to get you mashed potatoes from that fancy new restaurant downtown," J continues to talk, ignoring the framed picture you're holding: a selfie of you and Kai taken just a few days before he was murdered. "Plus this," he slides the gun on the smooth surface and bites on his cheek when there's no reaction. "Would you like to try it?"
"No..." you barely utter and glare at the table, hoping The Joker will go up one floor to his penthouse and leave you alone for the evening; you're definitely not in the mood for company. "Maybe later..." and it sounds fake yet he pretends not to notice.
