#listen i mean i. hm. i shouldn't have to defend myself.

[deeisace]

Ah, second breakfast

[iwritethat]

Damian Wayne: Expectations

A/N: I have no idea where this came from but I wrote it anyway.

Warnings: Like 1 swear word

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Life in Gotham could be difficult, horrific and down right dangerous - so like any other kid who had been living it rough you turned to crime. Firstly creating an alias for yourself equip with fitted black costume as the colour made it easier to move through Gotham at night, it consisted of a hood and bandana to cover your face and conceal your identity. You took up minor theft, so by the time you reached your teenage years you were now a seasoned professional - you had perfected 'slight of hand', acquired fighting skills as well as being very good with disguising yourself to gain entrance to otherwise unreachable areas/events.

Most of the time it was thievery from those who seemed more wealthy, you considered it better to steal from the wealthier population rather than the poor as they would need their money more - though you were a criminal you did have some values intact. This time however was unusual, Catwoman had asked for your assistance on a job, you had met Catwoman before on numerous occasions and got on quite well but you didn't expect her to ever ask for your help, clearly she thought very highly of your abilities.

As a result, after robbing a museum of a cat sculpture you found yourself standing on a rooftop waiting for the promised payment your partner was currently handing you.

"Catwoman, you're going to have to return that." A deep voice sounded from behind you, sending a string of curse words through your head.

Surprise surprise, you turned to find the Dark Knight accompanied by Robin who had joined you on the building.

"Who are you?" The sidekick asked bluntly taking a step toward you.

"Hm, wouldn't you like to know?" You quickly replied, matching the arrogant tone meanwhile Catwoman looked genuinely amused. Your temporary partner, clearly unwilling to simply hand over the stolen goods, began to flirt with Batman - apparently reoccurring behaviour judging by Robins foul expression.

"They do this often then?" You commented, observing the two adults.

"Too often. You still didn't answer my question thief." Robin replied, getting into a defensive stance mirroring his mentor.

"It's (v/n) - thief is just rude birdboy." You earned a growl before he came at you with his katana.

Though you weren't specifically trained in any martial arts, you picked up a thing or two by watching others or brief involvements with street gangs which allowed you to hold your own somehow. Instinctively, you pulled out your daggers to clash with the oncoming blade before kicking Robin in the abdomen and running for it. Successfully, you made your escape without being followed equip with money from Catwoman and so, you made you way 'home'.

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Over the next few weeks, you had various encounters with Robin which you found peculiar as there were far more dangerous villains out there that required his attention but here he was again - confronting you about the deal you’d just completed, selling off a rich mans watch for a very good price.

"Why are you doing this?" The vigilante asked, arms crossed as he blocked your path.

"Because it pays well? I'm not quite sure what you expected." You sarcastically remarked, scanning the area for an exit.

"You seem like a good person, from my observations you only rob the wealthy. You should use your skills for something more productive." He commented, noticing your glare.

"Uh huh. You're like the same age as me Robin, you can't tell me what I should be doing. Besides, I didn't have the perfect life, I highly doubt you grew up on the streets - you can't exactly get 'productive' with that, I wouldn't have these skills otherwise. So sorry hero! If this was all part of the ‘turning me to the good side’ plan - you've failed." You defended, venom lacing your tone despite the mockery situated there. It was possible that you were a little harsh but you didn't need this at the moment, you had somewhere urgent to be.

Robin released a frustrated sigh meanwhile you put your plan of escape into action, you hopped onto the dumpster to the left, grabbing the metal ladder that lead to the staircase running up the side of the apartments. You slipped through an open window muttering a string of apologies as you ran through the now startled woman's apartment and out the front door, you made your way out of the building through the fire escape.

Checking your surroundings you discovered you'd lost the Batman's sidekick allowing relief to flood your body, though you were growing more suspicious - it shouldn't be that easy to escape Robin but it was almost like he let you get away in all of the times you'd encountered him after your first meeting. You had seen him fight other villains on the news and take them down with a degree of brutality, yet with you things never escalated to that level. Robin was obviously a better fighter and had beat you many times, brought you the police station handcuffed at least twice but never really hurt you.

Shaking your head out of the trance, you entered the old corner shop you'd made your way to and collected the items you needed. Walking over to the familiar owner of the small shop, you were greeted with a warm smile, you'd expect a form of hostility from anyone else considering your vigilante attire but upon visiting the shop on multiple occasions they soon realised you weren't a threat and never caused any trouble.

"Quite a lot of chocolate today (v/n)." The owner commented politely, knowing exactly what it was for.

"Mhm, everyone deserves a treat now and then - even me." You replied handing over some of the recently attained cash and taking the bag of items. Next you intended to return 'home'.

Unbeknownst to you Robin was tailing you, Damian was undeniably curious about you for some strange reason and had decided to follow you this time. After finding out about part of your childhood he wanted to understand why you did this, he assumed you had a home with an unstable background/parent and provided financial support though soon realised he was somewhat mistaken.

Once you left the store now carrying a bag you made your way to an old apartment building, Damian continued to follow, watching from the building opposite as you entered one of the 4th floor apartments. The area of Gotham was quite run down meaning rent wasn't expensive and you managed to maintain clean, suitable living conditions despite your situation.

"(Y/N) is back!" A young voice yelled, filled with excitement as you strolled through, placing the bag on the table.

Damian was puzzled, a small group of young children raced over to your figure which was soon lost in an array of hugs, one jumped on your back another two hugged your sides while others screamed with enjoyment.

"Yeah yeah, I missed you kids too." You happily greeted, kneeling down causing them to slowly release you.

Robin perched in the darkness now connecting everything together, you pulled down your hood and then removed your bandana, revealing your identity. Damian was stunned, the dim lighting highlighted your features perfectly and the smile you wore made you all the more beautiful.

"What did you bring us this time (y/n)?!" One girl chirped, standing hopefully in front of you.

"Hmm, well I brought some fruit, vegetables, soap, toothpaste..." You playfully listed, though the kids were grateful, they weren't exactly ecstatic to hear about the vegetables.

"And chocolate!" You grinned, excitement lacing your voice - pulling it out of the bag, the children immediately erupted into squeals and cheers taking a bar each.

Robin took this opportunity to slip through the window behind you making his presence known with a cough. You froze for a second, knowing that he probably knew you're identity now and where you lived - still, you recovered and turned around, the kids also taking notice of the unfamiliar company.

"Shit!" A child yelled from behind you, panic evident.

"Jake - language!" You whisper yelled, the children now gathered behind you.

"You're in a lot of trouble (v/n)." Robin sternly stated.

To your surprise a young girl quickly stepped in front of you spreading out her arms as a guard.

"No Robin! You can't take her away, I know she's bad sometimes but she only does it for us. Please don't take her to prison!" The girl pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.

Next was the boy, Jake, who ran to your side (chocolate long forgotten) and grabbed your arm.

"She isn't a hero like you or - or Batman but she's not a bad guy!" He claimed, also jumping to your defence.

"Yes! (V/N) is our hero, (y/n) protects us like you protect other people s-so there!" Another girl argued from behind you.

You and Robin were both shocked at the children's reactions, you found it heartwarming that they were defending you before one of their biggest heroes yet weren’t sure if their testimony’s would’ve be valid enough.

"I'm not taking (y/n) to prison." Robin boredly sighed, though he probably should - but you hadn't committed crimes at the same severity as the Penguin and you had legit reasons, so he took the opportunity to persuade you to take a more legal route.

Upon hearing Robin's assurance, the children calmed themselves dissipating into the apartment, finding suitable places to watch the scene unfold. You crossed your arms leaning on a nearby counter and looked to Robin expectantly - not having anything to say yourself.

"This is why you do it then?" He inquired, but it came off as more of a statement.

You nodded, observing the 3 children sitting on the couch while others scattered through the apartment.

"I try to take care of them when they need me, I'm pretty sure they live on the streets so I provide for them the best I can when they come to stay. But when they do, I need extra cash - with studying and my job I can just afford rent and the basics for myself. I steal so they don't have to, I want them to grow up 'good' I suppose." Robin listened carefully as he too looked at the children.

Silence.

"So... There you have it bird boy, I grew up on the streets but want them to have a better life than I had. The end." You calmly explained, your tone getting more defensive as you went on.

"You're not what I expected." Robin admitted confidently.

"Oh really? And what did you expect?" You countered, smiling with a challenging hint to your voice.

"It doesn't matter. I think you could be of assistance to me, obtain information and getting into secured areas etc. In exchange I can offer my assistance." The sidekick clearly proposed, observing the consideration dashing across your features.

"...Maybe.”

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Within the next few weeks that's how it happened, you would assist Robin on select cases and in return he'd bring over extra supplies for any kids that decided to visit. Today was one of those days, you came in from work to find the children swarming around Robin who probably had to leave for patrol. Upon seeing you they rushed over with hugs and "Welcome home!"s before returning to their activities.

"What did you bring them this time Robin?" You curiously greeted, he threw the bag over to you which was effortlessly caught, after looking inside you nodded and placed it on the counter.

Out of gratitude, you made way to Robin and gave him a hug to display such thankfulness as you felt words weren’t quite enough this time.

"Thanks for everything bird boy." You added and pulled away from him.

"You're welcome?" Robin replied, still bewildered due to the sudden contact that it sounded as though he was questioning himself.

"So are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?" One of the girls mischievously inquired appearing out of nowhere.

"Uh - n-no. No." You briskly stuttered knowing you were blushing and attempted to conceal it to the best of your ability.

"(Y/N) is very beautiful but we are not dating." Robin answered in a much less embarrassing manner compared to you. You flushed deeper upon hearing the compliment, of course the sidekick quickly noticed your behaviour causing a smirk to appear.

Robin headed toward the window to leave for his previously mentioned patrol, though the young girl followed him and gently tugged on his cape gaining his attention.

She moved her hand to the side of her mouth so only Robin could hear her whisper "I think you should ask her out!"

"TT, I will." He assured her before disappearing into the night, finding that he’d have to learn to expect the unexpected when it came to your mismatched adopted family.

[missjoker96]

Hey my lovely clowns! ♡♡♡

This is a short fanfiction about a possible dispute between the female reader and Joker.

It can happen, but don't worry. It's only a fanfiction and they will forgive each other again :)

Enjoy reading!

Female Reader & Joker

Being angry and disappointed at Joker

You were cooking dinner when you heard the news on the radio.

It was always the same. And the police was always out on the streets.

This was Gotham. The city of crimes as people call it and you were tired of news like that. Why couldn't people just be nice to each other? You always asked yourself this question and you wondered where your boyfriend stayed. He should have been already home at this time of hour. You started to worry about him, because you were usually worried in situations like now. Suddenly the voice on the radio described the crime of today.

Three man were shot dead near the subway station and nobody has seen a possible suspect, but the voice on the radio mentioned a clown.

"If a clown did this crime, then he might be still on the loose. We ask for the help of our citizens of Gotham."

You were shocked to hear the word clown on the radio and thought about your boyfriend who just came home. He througt the keys on the table and went into the living room. Of course you wanted to ask him if he was the one who killed those three man, but you needed a moment to think about your words.

After a moment, you decided to go to him and greet him first. He deserved it, because he had probably a hard day at work.

"Hello Joker." You said and your face was serious, your eyes fixed at him and your arms crossed. A disappointing look and the man you loved so much looked at you with his beautiful green eyes.

He smoked a cigarette and noticed your serious face. "Hello, (Y/N). Are you alright?"

Joker asked you seriously if you were alright. This made you angry, but you tried to keep calm and answered him. But first you took a deep breath and then you spoke.

"I am alright, thanks. My next question is.. Where have you been?"

You wanted an answer, because you were standing in the kitchen for almost an hour and you were worried about Joker.

"I had to take care about three idiots. That's my excuse for my delay, (Y/N). I hope you can forgive me." He took a long drag of his cigarette and waited patiently for your answer.

It was so clear that he had to do something with those three guys that have been killed today and you were not only shocked and disappointed. "I don't need to ask, because I know the answer already. You have killed three man today, right?"

Joker looked at you and his face expression changed a lot. It wasn't as friendly anymore like it was painted on. You could see the anger on his face, but you were not afraid of him. But you wanted to hear the crime spoken out from his mouth.

"Yes, I have killed three man today. They deserved it. Nobody should mess with the clown prince." A laugh escaped from his lips. It was his Joker laugh and you couldn't need that now.

"Clown prince, hm? Why have you killed them Joker? I want to know the truth now."

Your heart was racing faster and your voice raised too. Joker looked at you with his beautiful green eyes and suddenly he looked angry. "And why do you care about them? They were rich bastards and pissed me off. I am going to kill everyone who insults the clown prince. Hahahahahaha."

This must have been a true nightmare. Joker just came home, smoked a cigarette and told you that he killed three young men today. The same information like on the radio eaelier. You couldn't recognize him anymore and his behavior wasn't acceptable. Of course you loved him being Joker, but there are also limits. And he went too far this time which made you speechless before you let it out what you wanted to say.

"I don't care about them, but they are humans. You can't kill everyone who insults you. Do you want to be known as the clown prince of crimes or what?"

Okay this was a little hard in words, but you saw him already as a symbol like many people of Gotham and the police was already looking for the possible murderer.

They didn't know that it was Joker, but they thought it was a clown. It wouldn't be the first crime of a clown. And if he continued like this, then they couldn't stay here anymore. Joker had two faces. The one who was shy, innocent and sweet. And the other side was dangerous, confident and protective. You loved both sides, but Joker had to see the consequences if he continued like this.

Right now he didn't see the consequences and got up from his couch. His cigarette was finished and he put it into the small ash tray on the table.

His green eyes were fixed at you and he answered you.

"They were just like the three wall street guys on the subway if you can remember them. I am Joker and if people forget who I am, then I have to show them the clown inside of me. Clown prince of crime, huh? You think I am the bad guy now. Hm?"

Joker looked surprised and disappointed, because he thought that you would be proud of his doings. He ended three lives, but the lives of bad people. They hated freaks like him and clowns too.

You could tell that he was kinda shocked, but you had to tell him what's right and wrong.

"I didn't say that you are the bad guy, but what you did today is bad. The police thinks that a clown killed those three guys. I'm trying to help you Joker."

It was enough for you and you went back into the kitchen to check the dinner. It was getting cold already and your appetit disappeared after you heard about another crime of your beloved boyfriend.

This conversation should have ended now, but Joker had another question for you.

"I had to defend myself with this gun. What if they kicked me like in my horrible past? Did you want that?" And with this sentence was the conversation over, because Joker threw his gun to the ground and left the living room. He walked into the bedroom and shot the door as loud as he could. Neighbours could hear that, but who cared now. You felt terrible now and you thought that it was your fault now, but it wasn't your fault at all.

"Joker, don't.." But he was already in the bedroom and probably cried. You never saw him crying. He always hid his sadness and his sorrows from you, but not because he didn't trust you.. No, it was because his stronger side shouldn't show weakness and tears are a good explaination for weakness.

Maybe you should have let him alone now, but you couldn't let him alone in the bedroom. He needed you. Even Joker needed someone to talk in his bad times like you needed him.

The dinner could wait and you decided to go into the bedroom and talk to him. He threw his gun away and you picked it up from the ground and hid it where he couldn't find it anymore. The crime had to stop, because you wanted a boyfriend who protected you without getting involved in a serious problem and this was something Joker had to learn.

Two knocks on the door and everything was silent. Your heart raced faster and you decided to enter the room.

"Joker?" Your voice was careful as you entered the room and there he was.

Joker didn't lay on the bed. He sat on the bed with the face against the wall and you only saw his red suit from behind and his green hair.

"Better a dead clown, than a sad clown.."

He said and looked around at you with a finger gun against his head. This was not a joke from him. He was serious and his face expression explained it too.

"Why are you saying that? You know that I didn't mean it with my words, but you have to be more careful. I was worried about you darling." A tear rolled down your cheeks and you walked towards him. You placed your arm around his neck and stroked his hand.

He listened to you but kept his eyes fixed to the ground.

"Because it's true, but I feel really bad now. It sounded as if you hate me now. Do you hate me now, (Y/N)?"

Suddenly he looked into your eyes with his sad, but still happy face. And he cried, because his water face paint was smeared and one blue triangle was longer than the other. Wasn't he beautiful like a portrait in a museum? The most beautiful man on earth and he was your boyfriend.

You took a deep breath before you answered him.

"I could never hate you, Joker. I love you so terribly much. You mean the world to me my sexy and handsome clown."

And with those beautiful words you took him into your arms and kissed his painted lips. Joker appreciated your sweet compliment and continued your kiss. You both were happy again and for a moment you both forgot the crime of today, because this was a beautiful moment.

After a while you both broke the kiss and Joker placed his gentle hands on your cheeks. You couldn't resist his sexy smirk, his delicious kisses and those gemstone eyes of him. He was unique in every possible way.

"Thank you, (Y/N). I'm so glad that you don't hate me for my crimes today. I know, I shouldn't have done it." He looked down while he stroked your cheeks and you stroked his hair and then touched his cute red nose.

"It was self defense as you said. Just don't kill everyone for insulting you okay darling? We don't want to have problems with the cops again, right?"

Your words were helpful and Joker smiled again and kissed your lips hungrily. It was a sign that he agreed and finally you both fell on the soft bed sheets and cuddled together.

"I hope that people learn to respect me. Believe me, I don't want to kill people. It's only the clown inside of me. He protects me from bullies and drunkards."

You know that and shook your head.

"I know darling. But I also know that Joker can be gentle too and reasonable. I have already forgiven you, so what about a nice dinner and then a relaxing bath together?"

Joker loved your idea and smirked at you. His smirk made you weak and he always loved that.

"Mmh, sounds very nice for me. But first I have to steal a few more kisses, because I was a naughty clown today."

He pressed his lips against yours and you wanted to answer him with only three words.

"Naughty but sweet.."

You couldn't say more, because he was hungry for your lips. And you were hungry for his lips. This moment was needed after this dispute with your beloved Joker...

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