A/N: No happy ending this time? Longest imagine I've ever done 📝👏

"A close colleague," Joker calls her. She's perfect: big red lips, nice eyebrows, beautiful eyes and clear skin. It made sense that he was sleeping with her behind my back, what guy wouldn't? I wonder to myself why I haven't left him but then I remember our four year old daughter and the fact that he's a psycho. Separated parents would make things difficult for her and besides, we could work this out.

"I'm heading out now!" Joker announces and pushes his chair out from the table.

"Three hours early?" I ask as he comes around to give Y/D/N (your daughters name) a kiss on the cheek. His eyes dart around nervously.

"What? Oh yeah. I like to set up early now". His fingers brush over my bare shoulders as he walks by and it burns. I used to love when he touched me but now all I can do is imagine her with him. "I'll see you later, Y/N," he says and he cringes slightly now when he speaks my name.

---two days later---

He spoke her name in his sleep. He's never done that before. I fear he's starting to fall in love with her and that means soon enough he's going to leave us. I stifle a sob and cover my mouth with my hand, turning on my side. Hot tears start rolling over my cheek and nose, and I begin to shudder. J turns on a light and rolls me to face him. His eyes go sad and he pulls me to his chest.

"Was it a horrible, deathly, murder nightmare?" He coos against my hair, trying to be comforting. I nod my head, too weak to say anything to him. The sad part of all this is that I would never love someone like I loved him. I run my hand over his tattooed stomach to his back to hug him closer when I feel scratches on his back. They weren't mine, we haven't slept together for at least two weeks and why else would he have them. He pulls my hand away and places it on his chest, not making eye contact with me.

Joker's POV
I knew that she knew. I was a terrible person and I couldn't change, not even for her. What Phoebe and I had was just fun. She was a little more mature than Y/N when it came to sex and I was hooked (A/N: no hate to Phoebe. I'm sure she's tremendously pleasant). Y/N's hands trembled against my chest and I had to try my best to keep my eyes off of her face or I would break. "W-we have a benefit to go to tomorrow. I was asked to bring you and Y/D/N," I say and she nods her head. The rest of the night would be restless.

Your POV
It was finally the morning and Joker helped me get ready for the fund. I wore an elegant long dress, it was made out of green silk. Joker went for a purple suit with a crazy-looking green tie. Normally, he asked me to tie it for him, just to give him an opportunity to kiss me when I got close. I went into the room after putting on my earrings to see he'd already tied it and dressed our daughter.

---arrived at benefit---

Joker left me with Y/D/N to talk to an actress hot in Gotham, Phoebe and immediately they were arm in arm, laughing about nothing. That used to be us...

I'm a light weight, and J always asks me not to drink too much at events but this time I went all out. Y/D/N was being watched by some elderly people who had brought their grandchildren along for the "fun". After four or maybe five drinks, I found Phoebe standing by herself for a moment. Without thinking, I storm up to her and start to whisper yell.

"Stay the hell away from my husband, madam!" She rolls her eyes and leans in to my face.

"Hilarious," she mouthed slowly, and smiles when she sees Joker wave at her dramatically.

"I like his c*ck, what can I say?" She grins and I feel someone pull me away from her after I'm about to drunkenly swing.

"What are you doing?!" I look up at Joker and start to cry, drawing the attention of some well known criminals. "Please don't do this here".

"You know, I know you've been sleeping with her. I stayed with you because I thought you would care about me enough to come back to me," I sob and he walks me outside.

"I do love you. Look, you just need to cool off a little out here". He takes some wine from a server and raises the glass to me, smiling and walking back inside to Phoebe.

Joker's POV
She was so much better than me. Phoebe tugs my arm when I get back inside and walks me up some stairs so we're alone. "God, you look so sexy," she growls and hikes up her mini dress a little. "I want you. Do you want me?" She asks in a seductive voice and looks up at me.

"Yes". She was the first girl to ever make me sexually speechless.

She grins at me through thick eye lashes and briefly puts her finger in her mouth. "Then you have to leave her. You're making this harder for your daughter, baby, and that's not fair," she wines in a child voice. I feel myself go hard as she puts the same finger she sucked on in my mouth. She had me right where she wanted me. She was crazy like me. She bounces while I nod my head yes. She giggles and smiles, throwing her arms around me and slowly kissing me. What a fucking tease.

Your POV
I've already sobered up and Y/D/N wanted to look out the window and count how many butterflies there were outside. I hold her hips up to help her stand when I see Joker and Phoebe running to his purple Lamborghini.  Caspar the henchman looks up at me from outside and looks like he's about to cry, what's going on? But I knew exactly what was going on- He was finally doing what I feared. He was leaving me for good. Y/D/N notices him leaving and starts banging on the window, crying out "daddah J!" I don't do anything as I watch his torn eyes look back at my haunted ones.

---seven months later---

Your POV
I'm not over him and I never will be. He never came back, not even to see his daughter or me. He left what seems to be an infinite amount of money at the house, a car and all our clothing. We moved because I couldn't stand being in that house anymore. I didn't want him to find us ever again I thought to myself after the first five months. If he didn't want to come back, he wasn't going to- ever. So here I sit, on a boardwalk by myself. The water hits the old pillars holding up the platform lazily, not even trying anymore to amaze the passersby. I tear my wedding ring from my shaky hand and look at the red print it left around my ring finger. He held this ring when we got married, in his own hands and told me he would be with me till we died. I throw the ring into the water and watch it sink quickly. "I should head home and sleep the day away," I whisper to myself, already walking the long route home.

Joker's POV

"You're not gonna like this, boss," one of my henchmen say and I prop my feet up on the desk, fiddling with a gun.

"How and where is she?" I growl. He pulls at his shirt collar.

"You're really not gonna like this, suh". I shoot a bullet out, just grazing his neck.

"It's not up to you to tell me what I do and don't like. Fucking tell me".

He stumbles back and looks down. "Bad. She's doin' bad-she threw the wedding ring away".