Trigger Warning: Mention of rape

Third Person POV
You hated to admit it to yourself, but you missed Joker. Even though you two had said some pretty terrible things to each other, your love for him would never change. He probably didn't feel the same way. Your life and the status of how he felt about you would be tested tonight...

Your POV
"Scumbag," I mutter, and kick over a trash can. How could he blow off another date, two nights in a row? And he called me a crazy and stupid girl, I wonder who the hell he thinks he is. The street lights flickered off and I was left in the pitch black. "You have got to be kidding me". I pull out my phone to turn on the flashlight setting. Black outs were the worst, that's when all the criminals came out to riot.

I couldn't see anything, even with the light, when a figure popped up from the dark in front of me. I Let out a surprised scream and the figure turns around. A dirty-looking man gives me a toothless mile, croaking out a, "hey hotness". I back away slowly when I notice he has a knife in his hand. "I've seen this in a movie before," he continues, taking long strides towards me. My back hits a wall and I stop, struck with fear. "Cut the girl's throat so she can' t's cream and then have your way with her. But you're Joker's girl, hmm?"

"Yes," I reply, although I'm not too sure of it myself.

"Good, good. He owes me one anyway".

"Who are you?" I ask, hoping he will be too distracted telling some sob story so I can run.

"Your worst nightmare," he sighs and strokes the blade with his fingertips before he suddenly jolts forward on to me, holding my mouth shut with his hand. "Such a soft mouth," he whispers.  I push and shove him until he's had enough and shoves the blade in my side. "Not to worry, love. The blade is between your third and fourth rib, you won't die yet"

Joker's POV
"Where is she, Caspar?" I grunt, as my henchman jogs into the room.

"Alley-" he breathes out, tired from his run. "way. The one where you painted her". I rip my coat off the hanger. "Joker wait, she's been kidnapped... by him.  She isn't there anymore". I turn around and breathe heavily.  How the fuck did he get her?

"Motherfucker".

Your POV
The man picks me up and stuffs a sock in my mouth. "He chooses his girls very wisely. I liked the fight in you," he whistles, shoving me into the trunk of his car. I feel sick and start gagging, trying to keep from throwing up, but my eyes water as I think about Joker. I need him. The car stops and I roll hard into the far inside of the trunk. A gun shot goes off and I shake with each bullet that follows. I try to shimmy farther into the trunk when I hear keys jingling to unlock the trunk. Please don't kill me here. When the trunk opens, to my surprise, it's J.

"Oh my god," he breathes out and pulls the sock from my mouth and carries me out of the trunk. "He did this?" Joker already starts covering the knife wound and I nod my head yes in response. "That fight we had was ridiculous. I'm going to take a break from work until you're fully recovered and we can go on dates every second of the day". He smiles reassuringly and grunts as he lifts me to his car. "Go to sleep, Y/N. We'll be okay".

We'll be okay :)