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(FLASHBACK):

YOUR POV

"Will you stop being silly?" I ask, rolling my eyes as Joker goes over the game plan again.

"Promise me that you'll find Caspar after I do my part," he demands, avoiding eye contact.

"J, nothing will happen. And I'm not leaving you-"

"Don't be difficult, Y.N". Joker zips up the final duffle bag and throws it into the trunk of the car, "I'm only doing this because I care about you".

"I know," I reply, staring into his eyes. I watch as he looks away to signal a henchman towards the car. A slight breeze pushing his hair in front of his face and my heart swells with a feeling of complete love.

"And don't get distracted," he comments when he notices me staring, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

"Be careful, J," I mumble while we're sitting in the car. His gaze shifts towards me and he places a hand on my thigh. An unsettling feeling sets in my stomach.

3RD PERSON Pov

When the car pulls to a stop, neither Y/N nor Joker speak. The silence is deafening.

"Alright, boss, we've got twenty minutes to set up the forty explosives. No foreseen complications. On your word we go," Caspar says, leaning back to stare at the two expectantly.

"Okay, let's begin," Joker announces, briefly leaning in to whisper something in his girlfriend's ear.

As Joker and his men walk from the car, Y/N rests her head on the glass, watching intently.

---Time Skip---

YOUR POV

"We can't wait for him! You heard his instructions, Caspar, hit it!". Shit, I must have fallen asleep. The car speeds down a highway and I sit up in my seat.

"Where are we?" I mutter, clutching at my head.

"Joker instructed us to drive. Some of the explosives went off prematurely. He- he wanted to make sure we got you out of there alive," Caspar says, looking at me through the mirror.

"Alive? Where's Joker?!" I yell, looking around the car.

"He stayed, he said that we have to get you to safet-"

"We can't leave him, Caspar!" I scream, launching myself forward and grabbing the steering wheel. 

"SIT DOWN! Are you fucking crazy!" the other henchman shouts, blocking me from another attempt, "... I'm sure he'll be fine".

Silence comes and goes as the roads before us blur.

"Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" I reply, my heart a broken box in my chest.

"What did Joker say to you before we left the car?"

I glance up at them, a tear falling from my eye, "he said 'wait for me'".

(Three Months Later = Present):

"Tell me the benefits," I repeat, growing impatient with the seller.

"Well, you see, Joker's previous standing with our company enabled his business to gain a profit of 74%. And according to your papers, thats an 84% commission in total. Our business is a necessity to your survival-"

"Joker's business. I'm running it in his name," I cut in, looking away from the man quickly. "You can count on my approval then. Thanks for meeting with me," I extend my hand and we shake on it.

"Y/N!" Caspar's voice buds in, the door slams open and he's standing with a shocked expression on his face. He strides towards me and slaps six photographs on the table... of Joker, my J. "He's alive. Camera footage picked him up last night at the Elite club". My hands begin to shake and I grasp onto Caspar in sheer joy,

"He's alive. He's actually alive," I squeal, Caspar mirroring my relief. Caspar leaves the room, the shouts of the other henchmen rejoicing. I finger over the photos, happiness spreading throughout my body like wildfire. I stop on one photo and my smile fades. One of the photos depict Joker's arms around his former lover, Harley Quinn. 

---Timeskip---

"He's in there?" I confirm, looking at the concierge, who nodded nervously- it probably had something to do with the gun pressed to his temple.

I push past the drunk partiers and spot Joker in the crowd. Harley had her legs straddling him, her breasts pressed against his chest, and his hands rested on her ass.

"J?!" I shout, and his eyes are on me. As I come closer I notice she's no longer there.

"What happened? I thought you were dead!" I cry out, my harsh exterior beginning to fade. From the corner of my eyes I see Harley roll her eyes.

"Can we talk about this in private?" He says, rising to his full height. Feeling small under his gaze I nod my head. Joker places his hand on my lower back and I flinch. "Sorry, it's a habit".

Once we're in the alleyway I speak up again. "Tell me".

"I woke up at Harley's. She'd rescued me. I don't know how or why but something in me felt right again," he mumbles, holding eye contact.

"You love her?" I whisper. He nods his head in response. Tears build up in my tired eyes and I lean against the wall.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. It's just... I have to see where this goes". I nod my head, pretending to be listening to the razor-coded words leaving his lips. "So, I heard you're running my business now," he comments, chuckling lightly, "you always used to hate what I did".

"I have to go," I begin to turn when Joker grabs my wrist. "Don't touch me!" I scream, making him release my arm immediately. "Do you even remember what you said to me before you left? You said 'wait for me' and I did. What the fuck was I waiting for?" His eyes drop to the floor before peering out at the dark sky.

"I'm sorry that I loved her first".