A/N: S.S Spoilers and mixing around of things.

Your POV
Finally, I was gonna be in Puddin's arms again!

"Come on baby. We got murdering to do!," Mistah J yells and pulls me up from the rope of the helicopter. I throw my arms around him, smashing my lips against his. J's head falls back and he lets out a bone chilling laugh. Of course I join in! Suddenly, the helicopter makes a drop and Joker looks towards the pilot.

"Sir, there's been an interference. We're going down!" Joker looks at me and I don't know what happens next. Did he push me to safety? Did I fall out? Either way I went flying from the helicopter Mistah J's "NO" ringing in my ears as I watched him go down with the helicopter.

His hand was outstretched towards me but he couldn't get to me. I was falling fast and thankfully hit a roof with a thud, eventually rolling to a stop.

Running over to the edge, I watched as Joker's plane scraped past a building and crashed.

"Noooooo!" After many struggles, I had finally been with him and now he was gone. I would never see my Puddin again. I'm too shocked to cry and rain begins to fall. What would I do with myself now? I look down at my arms and legs and I've obtained a few deep scrapes and some bad bruises. I pathetically sit for a few minutes and a cold feeling starts to set in. I couldn't just stay here. So with all my mental and physical strength left, I stand and go back to find the others at the building.

After a few minutes I arrive outside the building I'd just jumped from and pull myself on top of a police car. I wipe away what could have been tears but rain just replaced them anyway. I then reach to the back of my neck and undo my PUDDIN choker to throw it somewhere on the ground. The door opens and Deadshot walks out first. They file out slowly and stop when they see me.

"Hey guys! I missed ya so much". Most of them walk by, ignoring me, but Deadshot comes up and carries me off of the car bridal style. When he places me down I fix my shirt not really sure what to do with myself now. My life seemed to have no purpose. Captain Boomerang handed me my 'goodnight' bat and I held it close as he said some words I wasn't listening to. I follow after the others and try to keep my face from trembling. But everything hurt, I was angry. I was scared. I was sad. It seemed as though I'd lost everything in the span of two minutes.

The others head into an abandoned bar after a disagreement with Rick and I jump over the bar table.

"What can I getcha?" I ask in as cheerful a voice as possible, trying to stop thinking about Joker. An arm touches me and I break a bottle about to stab the hand before I realize it's just Floyd.

"Relax, it's only me".

"Hey. You evah been in love?" He gives me a weird look.

"Never have". I smirk at him and can't help but laugh coldly, the others staring intently at me.

"Bullshit".

He puts his gun on the counter, "you don't kill as many people as me, still sleep like a kitten and feel some shit like love". I feel my face tense as I stare at him, I can't help but zone out again as I remember when Joker would often take me for rides around the city in his cars.

"Another textbook sociopath," I grin and turn away from everyone. I couldn't keep my voice from shaking if I spoke now, so best to be quiet. They seem to respect my space and go off talking about another topic.

I couldn't pretend I was okay because I wasn't.