A/N: I think I wrote 6 imagines today, someone stop me 💚 BTW if you don't think what I write sounds like Joker, than please don't read. I don't need the h8rs reading bout' my Puddin 💋

Your POV
The last couple of weeks have been ridiculous. Joker and a I have become romantically involved and let's just say we wanted to keep it under wraps. This meant acting like we hated each other, but every time we put on our act, it seemed to fail miserably.

For example, Thursday:
"Y/N. You smell terrible," Joker snarled at me out of nowhere. Nolan (henchman) looks up and his eyes dart between us. A little caught off guard, I pull my shirt up to my nose, and frown.

"I wore my favorite perfume today. It really smells bad?" Joker's triumphant face cracks and he looks worried.

"No, no. You smell... beautiful". He clears his throat and then raises his eyebrows at me, helping me remember what we were doing again.

"Your hair looks like disease-spoiled broccoli". He gives me a hurt look and I can't tell if we're still acting.

"Really? How do you even know what that looks like?" I shrug my shoulders. It was the first thing that came to mind (idk why). Nolan stands up with his cereal bowl.

"I'll just go.." He starts leaving but Joker and I both tell him no. "Are you two going to stop fake fighting then?" We both cough as though we can't believe he thought our fighting was fake.

"We're not faking this, Nolan," Joker says and waves between us. "She hates my guts and I strongly dislike hers". Nolan sarcastically says okay and sits back down.

"My hair is really terrible looking?" Joker asks and Nolan rolls his eyes (poor kid is just trying to eat his Raisin Bran without the raisins).

"Yes, it's terrible," I mutter but all the while I'm shaking my head no. Joker smiles and gives me a thumbs up.

"We all know you want to be with him," Nolan groans and rests his face in the palm of his hand.

"I'd rather die than be with him," I answer and wink at Joker when Nolan turns to throw his dishes into the sink.

Friday:
Today I wanted to cuddle on the couch because I was feeling a little down from the rainy weather. Joker agreed and we sat on the couch together, my legs resting on his lap and his arm around me protectively.

"How has work been?" I ask, trying not to laugh at the thought that I just asked my criminal clown boyfriend such a casual question.

"Fantastic," his deep voice replies. I take a moment to admire the tattoos on his face and then focus on his eyes. When I lean in to kiss him, someone starts to open the office door. We tear apart quickly, Joker carefully pushing me off of him as Caspar walks in.

"Boss- oh. Y/N". We act as normal as possible but we're a little disorganized from having to move apart so quickly. J looks at Caspar expectantly and waves him to continue talking. "We got some uhh... New prints for the bank layout". Caspar shifts awkwardly on his feet and slides the paper across the table, clearly hiding a smirk.

"Th-thanks, you may go". Caspar backs out of the room and we hear him running down the hall, no doubt to tell the others of his growing suspicions.

Joker and I sit in silence for a moment before he starts cackling and I join in. Failure would be the cause of our flourishing relationship.