Joy:
I always try to make people laugh. I am the Joker after all. But the joy I feel when he swoops in to play his part in our game surpasses everything else I have ever felt. He punches me, kicks me. He beats me until I'm bleeding or have fractured bones.
He pays ATTENTION to me.
I know he and I are a matched set. Order and Chaos. He is mine and I am his. That is how it is. We belong to each other.
Even if he doesn't want to see it.
But I know he will.
Soon.