This is the worst pain I've ever felt. I knew it would hurt but dammit this is ridiculous. It's probably from not feeling for so long that all the feeling that was coming back was ten times as worse as normal. I tried not to scream. My eyes started to tear up. After a few moments the pain began to subside but not entirely. There was an extreme ache but it was better than the stabbing pain from before.

"I can see you are feeling it now, Master Joker," Alfred said. We could not use pain medication before because it could numb me too much to the point I wouldn't know if my feeling came back or not. Alfred and Bruce decided to work on my shoulder to see if I could get movement and feeling back in my arm. It worked, obviously in terms of feeling, but I wasn't allowed to try to move it for a while until it healed some. If I got feeling but no movement I really don't see the point in going through all of this pain, so I better be able to move it. I would have been fine leaving it how it was but Bruce insisted on fixing what he did.

"This will help," Bruce said kindly as he shot my arm with a needle. Slowly my arm began to get numb again as the medicine worked its way through.

After the surgery Bruce had gotten me put on some anti-depressants. You'd think being a clown, being with the man I love and being off the streets that I'd be happy as can be, but with past events proving, that is not the case.

My shoulder ached for a long time, but it got better and stronger and I started to get normal use out of it again.

With me helping Bats most of the criminals were caught and stayed caught. Because of it, we got to spend more time together and he rarely put on the cape and the cowl. He proposed to me on one of our dates. We were at a little cabin in the woods that Bruce owned for camping trips. We haven't gotten married yet but the date is set for the two year anniversary of him saving me for the first time, the day I wrote him that I loved him. I know he accepts me for everything I am, the crazy psychopath and the man hiding beneath that simple criminal mask. I accept him for everything he is, who wouldn't? He saved me, saves Gotham on a regular basis, and helps improve the politics and economy as well. I know he is the best thing to ever happen to me. I get along better with Alfred, even though I do still play tricks on him occasionally. Dick actually helps me sometimes if he is visiting. This really is the life and I'm glad I am not a rotting corpse in the ground like I would have been if it wasn't for Batman.