A/N: Hey guys, where have I been? I've been doing important things ^

[2:45 AM]

I wake and feel a searing pain in my head. My hand shakes as I reach to touch my temple, and find that a dried substance coats my face, it feels like hardened paint. I practically have to drag myself off the floor, careful not to move too quickly. In front of me is the tall mirror of my bedroom. The moon casts light in the dark room, playing off the lavender walls. To my surprise, I'm covered in blood; it runs down my face, collar bone and stomach (there was no way this was a period). It felt as though I'd received the worst beating of my life yet I had no recognition of how I'd ended up like this. Peeling off my clothing, I get to cleaning myself up.

---Five hours later---

"Mrs. Y/L/N, have you prepared a presentation for the new product we're introducing this year?" My boss asks and I take a moment to process what she's said.

"N-no, I'm sorry. It must have slipped my mind". She smiles but it soon turns into a frown when she looks at my face.

"What's happened to you, love? Are you hurt?" To be honest, I'm not entirely sure. So instead of replying, I just nod. "Was it your boyfriend, dearie? He's been known to be quite... well, violent," she says and looks around at my co-workers, who nod in agreement.

"I have a boyfriend?"

"My god. Never you mind about the presentation. We have a two-week vacation coming up and you can prepare then".

"Thank you".

I head to my car when a man steps in front of me. "Pardon," I say, trying to be polite. He has pale green hair, you could tell he's tried to bleach it blonde.

"No, I'm sorry," his voice is deep and gravely and really sexy. "How are you?" He looks over my face with worry and I let my hair cover it.

"Fine. I'm okay, sorry, do I know you?" I ask. He grins but frowns when he sees my purple scattered face.

"Yes. I... I'm a very good friend of yours. Don't you remember me?"

"No. I didn't even know I had a job till my father called me this morning," I ramble but feel my face heat up when I realize he doesn't really care.

"I'm sorry about your face. It looks like someone hurt you very badly," he reaches froward and touches my cheek bone hesitantly.

"It's alright, it's not your fault". I liked this feeling. I didn't even know this man right now but it felt so right when he touched me. As soon as I said this he moved his hand away and his grin faded.

"Yes, well- come to my place at seven. It's your two week break now isn't it?"

"How did you know about...? Why would I go to your house? I don't even remember you".

"Check your phone, dollface. You have my address and everything. See you later," and with that he tapped the hood of my car and walked off.

---Four weeks later---

Joker was his name, a well known criminal in Gotham. Over the past few weeks we'd become good friends (again), spending six out of seven days of the week together. At this point, it would be an understatement to say I was falling in love. Joker was always concerned with how I was healing, he said he felt as though he was responsible for the unknown attack although I would always tell him it had nothing to do with him.

"Hey hottie," a voice growled from behind me, and I turned to see Joker with his arms wide open.

"J!" I squeal and jump into his arms, his hands gripping my thighs to keep me up. His satin dress shirt was partially unbuttoned and his tattoos were showing. He sets me down and we sit on his couch to talk. Midway through our conversation he starts to gaze down at my lips then back up to my eyes. But as I lean in to kiss him he jerks away.

"I'm sorry, I can't," he says and turns away.

"J-"

"Just stay here a second. I'm sorry". My phone chimes as Joker storms away, a very upset and somewhat guilty look on his face.

Text from: UNKNOWN NUMBER

Sorry to ruin date night. Watch the video. The truth hurts.

With horrified eyes I watch a video of a brutal beating Joker must have give me. Whoever the sender was must have recorded from the window of Joker's condo. My eyes tear up just as Joker reenters the room.

"Sorry about that, I'm okay now," he grins and sits back down, reaching for my leg.

"Don't you fucking- don't touch me," I sob and he rises to his feet, holding his hands up in defense.

"Y/N-"

"YOU DID IT! You fucked up my face and played it out... like-" I felt like I was choking on my own tears, on my own breath.

"I'm sorry!" he cries out and his eyes obtain a glimmer- were they tears?

"You hit me so bad I lost my own memory!" Joker touches my arm and I nearly melt back into his touch. "I hate you!" I yell and sink to the floor, he keeps an iron grip on my arm, falling to the floor with me in his arms.

"I messed up so bad. I'm different now. It was just that you kept trying to change me back then when we dated and I got so mad and I'm SO sorry, Y/N". My tears dampen his shirt and the heat of his chest warms me despite the coldness of his heart.

"You never loved me and you never can... I-I have to go," I stumble towards the door but as I try to open it, a hand from behind me slams it shut, and I can feel his body hovering behind my back.

"It's not true. I'm always going to love you. I'm gonna love you forever. It was a mistake". I turn and press my back against the door. Strands of his gelled back hair have fallen in front of his face and he places a second hand by my head, caging me in. "You can't leave me," he whimpers.

"You can't tell me what to do, Joker. You don't own me and-" he presses his lips against mine, violently and my anger gets the best of me. I grab his collar and slam his back against the door, keeping our lips locked. He lifts my shirt over my head and I slip my shorts off, leaving me in just my undergarments. When Joker reaches down to pick me up, he stops.

"Will you promise to stay after?" His breath is heavy, as is mine and our faces are so close. The blueness of his eyes hold me, and I knew I would never be able to fully leave him.

"If you promise to treat me right".

"Done deal," he says and looks into my eyes a while longer.

"Enough of that," I snarl playfully and drag him to his room.

A/N: You can use your dirty mind to figure out the rest ;)