A/N: my motto 💚

Your POV
If it wasn't for calculators, I would never have my job at the bank. Being a sales associate, it wasn't like I had the hardest job in the world but with a (your grade in mathematics/ability to do math), it was a miracle I was even hired. The past couple of days have been really stressful, no thanks to my boyfriend, Jack. He used to cuddle with me while we slept but he's recently been kind of distant, like he's worried about something.

"Jack, how's your head feeling?" He stops pouring the coffee and turns around with a confused look.

"What do you mean?" That's weird. Yesterday he was complaining about how terribly his head hurt which was why he didn't want to stay over.

"Never mind". I pull a seat out with my foot and open the newspaper as I sit. "Man. This Joker guy is really pushing Batman's buttons," I chuckle and continue reading. Jack looks over my shoulder and reads with me.

"Joker. 'The most petty criminal ever' says Batman," Jack reads out and scoffs, snatching the paper from my hand. "This newspaper is worse than tabloids".

"Hey, I was reading that!" He shrugs his shoulders and gives me an 'oops, oh well' look. "Besides, that Joker guy was pretty hot," I tease and watch in surprise as he breaks out in a smile.

"That's my girl," he says and gives me a kiss on the forehead. Normally, Jack is extremely over protective. "So I was wondering about your bank job..." He flips an omelette in the pan.

"What about?"

"What are the vaults made out of?" I give him a weird look before responding.

"Some type of metal but it seems pretty cheap," I reply, somewhat enjoying talking about my boring job.

"Good, so a hand torch should suffice," he mumbles to himself, writing on a small piece of paper.

"What?" I ask, not entirely sure if he moved onto another subject.

"Never mind. Hey, listen. I'm not into you anymore. But, here's an omelette". He turns off the stove and exits through the door, leaving me paralyzed with shock. When he left, I swear I saw his cruel smile twitch.

It's funny how much time I take to invest in someone I really cared for and have them break that so easily. After he leaves, I sink to the floor and sob for what seems like an hour. Although I promised Jack not to work at the bank today, I couldn't just sit here and cry till night hits.

"Hey, Jeanette. It's Y/N. Look, I'd actually like to take up a night shift at the bank if that's okay," I speak into the phone and wait for my boss to answer.

"Oh, you're an angel. Tana just called to cancel her shift. See you in a few". She hangs up the phone and I gather my things. After a short walk to the bank, I've cleared up emotionally on the outside but internally I was a complete wreck. The street lights turn on as the night begins. I hum a small tune when a hand suddenly grabs mouth and yanks me into an alleyway.

"J-Jack? What the hell are you doing here?!" He looks strangely concerned and isn't wearing a shirt.

"You can't be here, Y/N," he growls and rests his hand next to my head on the wall. "And my name is Joker". My jaw drops when I notice the bad makeup covering the tattoos that were on his face.

"Let me go. I thought you weren't into me anymore and thanks a whole lot for the soggy fucking omelette". He cracks a smile and I almost fall for him in that second all over again.

"You don't get it. I had to get into this bank with my henchmen, need to show Batsy that I'm not such a low profile villain," he explains.

I push his arm away, not believing anything he was saying and try to walk for the entrance. He holds my arm when a huge chorus of machine guns go off. Both our heads snap in the direction of the sound and he smiles with approval.

"You're welcome," he mutters but still hasn't let go of my arm.

"Your goons killed people?!" I yell and try to shake off his grip again. This time he puts one arm around my waist and drags me back from behind. "You tryna get yourself killed, darlin?" He lets go and I swing around to face him.

"I can't believe you. You used me and then completely threw me away. I did everything you've ever asked of me and you broke my heart".

He stops where he is and actually listens to me. "I'm s-sorry," he stutters out, actually looking hurt. "When you're like me it's hard to let people know how you feel. I didn't mean to mess with your emotions". A couple of henchmen walk by with bags full of money as he speaks, acting like this was the most casual thing ever. "Look-" Joker steps back and makes a swiping motion with his hands. "Point is, let's start over, okay? Y/N and Joker. Just you n' me babe. We work for a healthy relationship with each other and I promise you'll be happy you said yes".

I rest back against the wall. "Say yes to what?" He leans further onto me and whispers into my ear.

"Will you. Be my. Girlfriend," he says in between the small kisses he leaves on my left shoulder. Maybe this is the type of relationship I want and need... An exciting, unpredictable one. He looks up at me and I nod my head, out of breath for some unknown reason. "Is that a yes, Pumpkin? I can't read woman". I smile a little and he runs his thumb over my lips, grinning to himself. "I'm always gonna love that smile".

"Yes".