Jonathan was lying on the bed reading when Joker entered the room, a look of confusion on his face.
"Why is there a box of stuff outside the bedroom door?"
Jonathan turned the page.
"I organized your closet, dressers, and the space under the bed. The things out there I feel confident about getting rid of."
"…okay," he shrugged. He'd find a way to sneak the stuff back in later. He stepped closer to the bed. "What're ya reading?"
"I'm not really sure. I found it under the bed."
Lying down next to Jonathan, Joker glanced at the page, frowning.
"What language is that?"
"French."
"I don't know French."
Jonathan looked at him.
"Then why do you have this book?"
"No idea." Jonathan rolled his eyes and continued reading. A few minutes passed in silence, before Joker sighed.
"This is boring."
"I'm sure you can find something to entertain yourself."
"But I want you to entertain me."
"I've been with you all day," Jonathan turned the page again. "I want to read."
"Too bad." Joker yanked the book from his husband's hands, chucking it across the room. Something smashed as it landed, but neither paid it any attention.
"I was reading that," Jonathan glared.
"And now you're not." Joker pounced, pinning Jonathan on his back. "Now you can entertain me."
"Well, I don't feel like being entertaining."
"Course ya do. You just don't know it yet."
"I'm fairly certain I don't." Jonathan attempted to get out from under the Joker, but lacked the physical strength to push him off. Joker shifted to more efficiently pin Jonathan down before removing his glasses. Jonathan took a deep breath, glaring up at the slightly blurred form of his smiling husband.
The door opened, catching both of their attentions. A man Jonathan vaguely remembered from the meeting earlier appeared, panting.
"Boss, there are several men outside waving guns."
"Mob men?" Joker asked, sitting up.
"Possibly. They look pissed."
"I see. Is that all?"
"Er….yes?"
Pulling a gun from the headboard, Joker quickly shot the man, getting off the bed with a sigh. Jonathan sat up, putting his glasses back on.
"We'll continue this later," Joker tossed him a toxin can. Jonathan picked up his mask from the side table, ignoring the comment.
"Shall we?" He gestured to the door.
"After you, Darling."