Your POV
It's 2 AM and Joker still isn't home. A million explanations run through my head as to why he wouldn't show up. He could be hurt, kidnapped, killed, cheating or drunk. However, when you date the Clown Prince of Crime, anything is a possibility. A chill breezes through the open window and I move over to lie on J's side of the bed, holding his pillow close. I wasn't necessarily lonely, as loud voices downstairs were laughing and messing around, (since Joker has a 24 hour henchmen watch on you). Suddenly the voices went quiet. I rolled out of the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. Silence is never good, but no gun shots went off, so the possibility of an invasion would be low. Just in case, I grab a lamp off the desk by the door and turn off the lights. A slow creak of the stairs reaches my ears and I get ready to pounce.

"Ow, shit! Y/N, you scared the hell out of me," a voice shouts as they scramble to turn on a light. I drop the lamp to the ground when I see Joker standing in our room. "You were going to kill me with a lamp?" He asks, an amused look on his face.

"I never meant to kill you, only to maim or seriously injure," (A/N: For the love of Dobby). "Anyway, why are you home so late?" He grins and pulls me into a hug.

"I was doing something very important. Come, we're going for a drive," he says, and throws one of my long button down sleep shirts to me.

---20 minutes into the drive---

"Right then, we're almost here. Put this on," he hands me a blindfold.

"Kinky," I reply with a smirk, tying the blindfold over my eyes. Joker gets out of the car and my side opens. His hands reach in to pull me to my feet. After a few minutes of walking, Joker pulls me to a stop.

"Keep your eyes closed until I say open". His fingers untie the blindfold and then run down my neck to my shoulders as his breath tickles my ear. "Open". When I open my eyes, a beautiful spray painted picture is plastered on a wall (the one above).

"Did you do this?" I question him and turn to look at his proud face.

"Took a hell of a while too. It's meant to be you". I look at the spray paint again in awe.

"Why am I naked?" I chuckle, as he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me close from behind.

"Oh, I don't know," he smirks, walking us backward till we're against the wall opposite of the painting. "I thought the panties and toy in your hands were enough dressing". He rests his head on my shoulder, trying to read my expression.

"I love it, J". He kisses my cheek, rubbing my arms with his hands.

"It won't last long though. Batman is probably going to tell on me," he jokes.

"How petty," I lean in to kiss him and burry my face in his neck.