-From Joker's POV-

Once we got outside of the Gotham city limits, driving got less crazy. Y/n was still giggling and hiccuping as she was humming something incoherently. "You know, h'ccup, I had some shots to make that hell-fest more bearable, h'ccup, and it made me think about this song that came on, h'ccup, and it reminded me of you." she giggles out.

"Whatcha mean, dollface?" I ask her out of curiosity.

"Well first, one of the lines was 'I want to roll with him a hard pair we will be'. H'ccup." she says proudly.

"Mhmm..." I hum in response.

"And I just like that line because we are a hard pair! Like, you came in and kicked the door of my house in when Blue was, h'ccup, about to stab me some more. And we totally saved Bones' ass during his stupid little drop. And we totally stole the show just now. Like, how bad ass is that??" she says with a content tone. "And then another line was 'No, he can't read my Poker Face. She's got him like nobody'. And I know you won't admit it, but you love meeee. That line was for you." she says lightly poking my arm with a chuckle. She leans her head back against her head rest and I feel a cold wave come over my body and goosebumps appear. My mouth is dry and I swallow hard as my content and happy demeanor that I had previously quickly changes to a somber one. She goes back to humming a song as she closes her eyes.

Do I love her? Is that even possible? I've never loved anyone before; not even Harley. I just played her and manipulated her for my own personal gain because she was twisted enough in the head to let me. I started comparing the two of them; would I do anything and everything for Y/n? Yes. Did I do anything and everything for Harley? Yes, kind of. Do I actively try to be good for Y/n, even when it collides with personal interest?Well, did I? I mean, was sending custom lingerie and her bra back to her house as well as having an affair with her knowing she was in a relationship because of my own self-interest good for her? On paper, absolutely not. But nothing about Y/n, or I for that matter, were a simple black and white by-the-book matter. When I was with Harley, I always thought of myself first; breaking her out was so I wouldn't be bored. Tattooing my name all over her for my own ego. Manipulating her when she was still the shrink at Arkham so I could use her and escape for my own personal gain. Me killing Bones and Blue? To protect Dollface and set the precedent of what happens to people who hurt her. Buying her a ranch? She had wanted it. That's it. I respect her. I respect her more than I ever respected Harley; I treated Harley like a dog but treated Y/n like my queen.

So that gives me my answer.

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-From your POV-

We pulled up to the mansion and when I opened the truck door to get out, I fell out of the truck like a fucking idiot. Literally. The door opened, I put one foot out the door and instead of putting the other on the ground it just was in midair and I still kept moving. J came around the side and helped me to my feet before picking me up and carrying me bridal style into the house. "Bit excessive, no?" I ask rhetorically.

"Maybe if you didn't get too tipsy to get out of the truck without falling." he groans out. I scrunch my eyebrows at him.

"Who pissed in your cornflakes?" I ask him. He just clenches his jaw slightly, still not looking down at me. Sheesh. Tough crowd.

He dropped be down on my side of the bed and I lightly bounced up. "Gentle, maybe?" I say as I slowly sit up so I can go get changed into pajamas for bed.

I had fished a t-shirt and cotton shorts out of my closet and exchanged them for what I had worn that night and then went to the sink to brush my teeth. J was standing there doing something and when I walked over, he left. Rude. I ignored it and started brushing my teeth.

When I finished, I climbed under the covers of the bed and put my head on the pillow. I had closed my eyes, but I could still hear J walking around the room. I heard him heading towards the door when I spoke up. "Not going to bed?" I ask him.

"I have something to tend to." he says dryly. I roll my eyes and roll back onto my side.

"Goodnight to you too." I say as I hear the door click shut. I reach over and turn off the lamp on the nightstand and close my eyes. I have no idea what happened between us running from Batman and us going home that made him turn into a dick, but it was annoying. What did I do to deserve this treatment? We just got onto good terms. Hell, great terms. Just moved into his house, business went well tonight, all of it and now this? C'mon J. Please.