A/N: Oh my goodness ALL my imagines are sad and fucked up. I'm pretty sure if and when my future boyfriend becomes a hitman (who is soon forced to break up with me to save my life) and finds out his ex-girlfriend is pregnant but she finds me and tries to kill me- I won't even be phased. Sorry if I gave you a stroke reading that.

(Flashback)

Joker's POV

"Where is she, Jordan?" I question my henchman, standing from my chair. He looks over to Caspar and shrugs his shoulders. "I asked you a question, worm," I continue. The panic in my chest was spreading, Y/N was supposed to be with them.

To my surprise Jordan responds, his hand running through his hair nervously before sliding over his mouth, "Joker, she never called in... we believed she was dead".

"She can't be dead. She's strong," I mumble, clenching my fists.

"Yes, she is strong but Joker, the probability of her surviving in the first place was slim to none-".

"Why the hell would she gamble those odds, huh?" I ask. Jordan sighs before leaning back into the seat.

"Because... she loved you".

(Present)

Your POV

"Your skin has healed better than we'd imagined," the doctor says as she leans in to look at my face. "I'd say you'll be fully recovered in about a week". My lips turn up into a smile as the words eave her mouth. I would finally be able to see J again.

"Why are you waiting so long?" my friends questions, helping me slide my coat on.

"I wanted him to remember me for who I was, and not some half melted-off face version of the girl he loves-"

"Loved.. Y/N, I'm so sorry," she interrupts, handing me her phone. When I look down time seems to freeze: "The Clown Prince of Crime Finds his Bonnie".

"I don't understand... it's only been two years and I've been improving in my assassination career. Everything was perfect," I whimper, handing her back the phone and feeling myself sink to the floor.

"Maybe it's best you let him move on," she says, collecting her things and turning towards me, "two years is a long time".

"Not for true love, it isn't".

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"Are you kidding me? That sonofabitch just found out that I'm alive and he's inviting me to his f*cking engagement party?!" I screech, throwing the invitation at my friend Michael.

"I would be mad too but I can't help that I appreciate the aesthetic of this card," he replies with a giggle.

"Ugh, there's no way I'm going".

"Don't you want to see who you're up against?" Michael mumbles, flipping a page in the most recent file delivery.

"What do you mean?" I ask, walking towards him and looking at the paper in his hand. "That's not possible... I've been assigned to assassinate Joker's new bride".

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"How wonderful to see you so well," Caspar whispers into my ear. I shudder and turn my gaze away from Joker and his beautiful fiancé.

"I find it best not to stare," Jordan another henchman adds as he fist pumps Caspar.

"What the hell was that?" I comment, observing their awkward interaction.

"That's how cool guys greet each other," Caspar explains as though it's so obvious.

"Sure it is," I chuckle. My hand tightens around the concealed mini gun I'd tucked into my bra, watching as the fiancé separate herself from Joker for the first time. I excuse myself and follow her up the stairs. She watches from the balcony as her guests dance. With my gun pointed at the back of her head, I ready the finger on the trigger.

Suddenly a large hand clamps over my mouth and I feel a gun pressed into my own back. "Y/N, I've heard about your new line of work," Joker growls into my ear. I inhale a shaky breath and before I know it I drift off, his gloved hand had no doubt been covered with something to knock me out.
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"I preferred showing you other toys back when," a voice says from above me. When I open my eyes Joker is leaning over me, his lamp bright and close to my face.

"Oh yeah?" I respond, trying to sit up. Its no use as he's placed restraints on me. "Nice touch," I compliment sarcastically.

"I haven't seen you in two years and twelve days yet you act exactly as you used to," he says observantly, a sad look in his eyes.

"How do you want me to act, J?"

"Like you're happy to see me," he replies, his crystal blue eyes so wide with a child-like innocence that I almost give in.

"These restraints are too tight," I have to finish what I came here to do. His eyes drop down to my bound body and begin to roughly undo them. Big mistake. I reach to my side and grab the first thing I can find, in this case, it's a bowl. It smashes against his head and he falls to the floor. "Why did you propose to her?!" I scream, the rage I'd been hiding finally letting loose.

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" He yells back, his voice as broken as his expression.

"Yeah, well I'm not now!"

"I can- I can see that, thank you very much!" He counters. It goes back and forth like this for a while before I finally fall to my knees and down to where he is sitting on the floor. "Y/N... why didn't you," he runs his hands through his hair,"why didn't you come back to me the moment you regained consciousness?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders, too pained to answer him. "I waited... I was waiting for you," he whimpers.

"I wanted to look and be the way you remembered me. Not the girl with the broken body, hair burned, face burned. I didn't want you to see me like I wasn't good enough," I answer. He looks at me slowly before sighing.

"Y/N, I didn't care- I don't care- about how you look, I should have been there for you after what happened. I love you and you didn't deserve to feel like you weren't good enough for me. You'll always be too good for me".

"What now?" I cry out. He wraps his arms around me and I melt into his touch.

"I couldn't be there for you then. Let me be here for you now".