Your POV
Joker was sleeping peacefully next to me, his favorite gun laying on his chest. Tomorrow morning I would have to leave for an entire month to check up on my friends and family back in W/Y/L (where you live). That meant I would be leaving Joker for a whole three+ weeks. We've been dating for five months and never said those three words.

"J, wake up," I whisper and nudge his arm. He jumps up and swings his gun around, wide awake. "Chill!" I yell when he notices no one else but me and him are in the room.

"Sorry, doll. Something wrong?" He asks and lays down again, a worried look on his face.

I look over at him and a nervous feeling begins to rise in my stomach.

"I love you," I blurt out and wait for him to say it back.

"I- it's umm- it's already 4 am, and your plane leaves at 5:30," he mumbles, not looking in my eyes. He doesn't love me back? I sit up with the blanket wrapped around me, ready to leave. I turn away from him and wipe a tear off my cheek, feeling humiliated.

Joker's POV
I've never loved anyone, not even Harley. How can she be so young and think she knows what love is, and for a person like me. I sit up in the bed and watch her turn around. I should just say it back but I don't want to tell her something I don't mean. She grabs her bag and leaves, probably to go find a taxi. I've made a big mistake and now she's gone.

*1 hour and 15 mins. later*

Your POV
A speaker buzzes with an announcement while I wait on the seats in gate 13. "We're boarding early, first class begin boarding immediately". I groan as a huge line of first class passengers form. A gun goes off and everyone, including me, drops to the floor. More bullets fly and I cover my head, terrified I'm going to die in a stupid airport by myself... Well next to this Dwight Schrute-looking guy. I peep my head up over the seats and see the one and only Joker walking in after his henchmen.

We make eye contact immediately and he stalks over to me. "I love you, Y/N. I hesitated because I've never told anyone that. I know you're looking at me weird, but believe me when I tell you that you give me this strong, important and warm feeling. If that's what love is then I love you. When I'm with you, I feel like a stupid, ugly man because your beauty and smarts put me to shame. Your loving and sarcastic and somewhat cruel personality make me regret not being with you every second of the day and- and if that's not love then I don't know what is, so I'm sorr-" not being able to listen to his rant, I pull him down and kiss him.

"You're unbelievable," I laugh and look around at the pile of dead bodies that surround us. All this because my psychotic boyfriend loves me.

One of the airport workers tremble as they stagger towards us. "You. Lady... Uhhh you c- can't get on this plane". J pulls out his gun and shoots the man in the head.

"Don't worry, Pumpkin. We'll work something out". He wraps his arm around my waist as we walk. "Sorry you had to pay for the plane ticket, but I've got my own private jet. Let's take that instead".