I just realized that I don't have the Jokers actually name on there. I don't really want to also, so fuck it.

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He didn't understand love. He didn't understand what the feeling was about. He remembered how he once knew what it felt like but it seemed like so long ago, like in another lifetime, but he forgot.

But it didn't matter anyway.

Well, except when he found out about Y/N.

It was a whole other experience. Love wasn't the right word. It was too cheesy to be fit for his fascination of her. He couldn't categorize the feeling. It was overwhelming and made him feel all the feelings he didn't know existed.

It wasn't like money, so easy to obtain. It wasn't like respect, which is so easily conquered. It wasn't like anything he felt before.

Maybe that's why he was so desperate to find out what it was.

Because love wasn't the word to describe it.

Y/N was also so different. So different from him, that is. From his chaotic life and him being constantly on the run, she was ordinary. She was almost like a side hobby, except for the fact that she was a constant dominant driving factor for him.

He was so desperate for her attention.

When she got out of university, he would wait for her by the doors. He would wear a hoodie and just meet her there.

He didn't remember the first time they met. All he remembered was blurs and moments that were out of focus, and then she appeared. Everything was suddenly in focus.

It was sunny outside of the penthouse that must be worth a million. The hot sun beams that streamed through the glass was getting annoying so he closed the curtains.

Not caring enough to clean up his tracks, he bumped into objects and watch the shatter.

His eyes wandered to the shiniest things of the room. Grabbing them with his white gloves, he put them into the black duffle bag. He needed quick money.

When he heard footsteps, he froze.

"If you're going to rob a house, at least try to be stealthy."

He turned around, slowly and met e/c eyes. She was leaning against the doorframe in a large white graphic tee and basket ball shorts. Her eyes were bored while her hand held a metal baseball bat.

"Don't you have common sense?" She asked.

"No, not really." He admitted, slowly reaching for the gun in his pocket.

But she noticed the move to and casually walked closer to him and grabbed a hidden gun from under a table and aimed it at him, knocked and all. Her stance said she had practice and knew what she as doing.

He froze.

"Seriously, take what you need and leave. I can replace everything but you better get out of here if you need that money because my dad doesn't take too kindly to robbers." She said. "I will hurt you if you try to hurt me."

He just nodded and grabbed a vase before jumping out of the window. He wasn't dumb enough to provoke her but ever since that encounter, he found himself wondering what she was doing.

He was sitting on the bench, like every other day he would wait for her. But this time, he stole a single rose from the floral shop nearby in his hand as he tapped his foot anxiously. His bright green hair was hidden in a dark purple hoodie. When he looked down, he realized that there was still some blood on his jeans from the last mission and wrinkled his pale nose in distaste.

When the sharp bell rang, he watched her wave bye to her friends before walking up to her with a smile, holding out the rose.

Her eyes brightened when she saw him and smiled at him.

"Hey, Joe." She said, smiling.

He gave her a code name, and it kinda was similar to his name anyway.

"Afternoon, gorgeous." He replied, smiling like a maniac.

When she accepted his offered rose, he watched anxiously for her reaction. And just as expected, she smiled, brightly and mumbled a thanks while blushing a little.

"You know, this is the first time someone gave me flowers." She said, studying the flowers red petals.

He raised his eyebrows. "Really? I would think a pretty girl like you would have all the men falling on your feet."

She snorted. "I know right, I'm fabulous." But the confident act dropped along with her eyes when she looked away from his gaze. "No, I'm not too popular with the boys."

He was secretly happy that she wasn't because that would mean less competition for him.

"But there is this guy I like." She said, her eyes brightening.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was like a knife ran across his heart. He stared at the pavement, his eyes growing wide and waiting for the pain to dissolve but it was still there.

"He's really nice and cute, like a bunny." She chuckled a little but all he could imagine was killing the bunny. "His name is Kyle."

"What's so special about him?" He asked himself, with a bitter tone.

Y/N didn't notice his tone. "Well, he is a good friend of mine. The only guy I talk to and he is the person I have long conversations with and some one I can always rely on."

He didn't say anything else but was planning the death of Kyle in his head.

"Anyway, thanks for the rose. I'll be sure to put this is a vase later." She grinned, waving the rose in his face and bringing him back to reality.

He smiled at her giddiness but the lingering resentment and jealousy was still in his stomach as he watched her return home.

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He heard the doors open in the large warehouse and grinned. His henchmen must be back with the bunny.

His henchmen huffed as he dropped the brown sack on the ground. It fell with a heavy thump. The bunny thrashed inside of the bag and slowly found its way out, tumbling into view as he kicked the bag behind him.

Kyle, the bunny, was wide-eyed and looked rabid. His cornsilk blonde hair was messed up. He had that face that belonged to a person that would volunteer long useless hours or the local communities and help the elderly.

It made him sick.

"I hate goody-two shoes like you." He said, rolling his hazy green eyes. "I don't understand how you caught her heart." He grabbed Kyle's chin and jerked his face to meet his gaze. "Perhaps you forced her?" He mused.

Kyle turned away, too terrified. "W-Who are you guys? I-I swear you got the wrong person—"

He snorted, cutting off Kyle's stuttering plea.

"Oh, I got the right person." He said, getting up.

Kyle flinched a little when he moved and scrambled to get up. "Y-You're that c-clown guy from TV—look man, I don't want any trouble—"

"Shut up." He snarled.

Disgust settled in his stomach at his cowardly actions. How did this piece of shit catch her attention, he wonders. His fist wanted to punch that pretty boy face of his.

Kyle was the type of person that had a perfect life, and would continue to a perfect life. But it was a stupid lie, he was a mundane, boring and a coward. He didn't deserve her affection. No one does, she's too good for this world.

"I-If y-you hurt me, I-I swear I'll f-find you and sue—"

His pale fist connected with his perfectly tanned cheek and watched as Kyle crumpled to the ground. Smiling, he watched the red hue start to from from where he punched him. He crouched down to inspect the bruise.

And when he raised his fist up, holding a iron bar, Kyle's eyes widen while his pupils turned into slits. When his fist came down, he watched the blood splatter across the cement floor.

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"Joe, thank you." She said, sniffling the last of her tears.

It was torture to watch her cry over some useless piece of shit but he couldn't afford to let her know that he was the one that dumped Kyle's body into the sewage system for the police to find.

"Anything for you, doll." He said, kissing the top of her forehead.

She flushed a little but didn't reject the kiss.

It wasn't until a few weeks later, she got over Kyle. He made sure of her happiness, taking her to all the places and taking her out to small dates. He smiled as he watched her run off into the sunset that he created, careful of wiping up all the blood trails he made to ensure her happiness and presence by his side.

It won't be long until she finds out, but it doesn't matter. She won't be leaving anyway, so he'll just keeping watched her smile until she finds out. It wasn't like she was going to leave, she couldn't anyway.