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Summary: The Joker looses himself in a flash of intensified insanity. In his pursuit of madness, he verbally and physically abuses you. Can he win you back?

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Your POV

"WHERE IS SHE?!" I hear Joker's voice from down the hall.

"Joker, you promised that this wouldn't happen again," I hear Caspar, the henchman's, worried voice reply. The sound of plates crashing to the floor ring out in the empty hallways of our mansion.

"Send. her. in," the clown prince of crime demands through gritted teeth. Before letting Caspar get into any more trouble, I walk into the room, all eyes flashing towards me. "Leave you useless henchman".

"You don't have to do this," Caspar says into my ear as he leaves, pausing briefly next to me.

"You know I do". Caspar nods his head at me, his eyes worried and determined. "I'll be fine, I promise".

"I can't protect you now," he shakes his head hopelessly and closes the door behind him.

"Come here," Joker snaps his fingers and signals me to sit in front of his table.

"Joker, I know you think you've lost yourself but-" I begin before feeling his hand come across my face in a harsh slap. Tears spring to my eyes and I hold my face.

"Don't speak unless you're spoken to". His hand brings my hair into his fist and he yanks me over to his table.

"Ow! Joker, please!" I scream, trying to get him to let go of me. He suddenly kneels down to my level, brushing his lips over mine. His eyes were wild. "Please stop," I whimper out. 

"Ohhh, my pretty pretty little doll. Are you scared?" he holds my jaw tight and I refrain from telling him the truth.

"Scared isn't in my vocabulary," I answer. I was terrified.

"No? Well, it's in your eyes". Joker throws me back against the couch and pours a white powder all over the table. He sits in front of it, intently making it into a shape. "You're a nasty little girl and I want you to do something for me," he continues, patting his lap and pressing me down onto him.

"I don't understand," more tears fall from my eyes as he slams my head down onto the table.

"Do all of it". Joker rolls a bill and presses it into my nose. "ALL OF IT, Y/N. NOW". My tears fall in streams from my eyes as I sniff up the mass amounts of cocaine.

"I-I can't, Joker". His teeth bite into my neck gently, and the room starts to spin. I couldn't feel anything for sure anymore.

And then it all goes black.

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Joker's POV

I'd lost myself again. Lying in bed next to Y/N's motionless body was a reminder of how badly I'd treated her. I can't remember what happened- but the pile of half used cocaine and my unconscious lover were pretty big hints.

Her body suddenly starts to shift next to me and I look down. "Y/N?"

Her swollen eyes look up at me from where I positioned her on the bed. "Where am I?" she asks. When I reach over to touch her face, she slaps my hand away.

"Don't fucking touch me". Her comparatively short frame sits up and she looks around the room. She'd cried so much. I'd done this to her.

Your POV

"I'm..." Joker trails off, his eyes never failing to hold eye contact. Even after his abuse he never broke eye contact with me. After a few moments of not speaking, I watch him try to calibrate my emotions, much like a robot.

"I need to go," I try to stand and my legs collapse underneath me. Joker's arms wrap around my waist and he holds me bridal-style.

"Too bad you can't walk".

"Fuck off," I seethe, trying weakly to wriggle out of his grasp. The Joker sets me down on the bed and holds my face in his hands.

"I'll do anything. I-I'll even watch that show about the two gay men named Dean and Castiel". I  squint my eyes at him and almost laugh at his attempt to name my favorite show.

"Joker, even Supernatural can't save our relationship now".