sweet little babies

Originally posted by fondu-with-downey

A/N: That gif gave me life.

[Y/LO/N] = Your lover’s name

“And I thought I should be nervous.” [Y/LO/N] said and chuckled, their hand on your back as you both walked down the street to the club your infamous parents owned. 

“You should. You know my parents, and they aren’t the nicest.” 

“They won’t kill me.” They said and you raisend your eyebrow.  “I mean, they wouldn’t want to make their little sweet baby muffin’ unhappy.”

[Y/LO/N] pulled you closer and you smiled. “You’re right. I would unleash hell upon Gotham City.”

“That’s my pumkin’!” Your lover put his arm around your waist and pulled you against them, kissing your cheek.  

“[Y/N]!” Your mother called out, a huge bright smile on her red lips. “I see you brought your little toy with you.” She tapped their nose and your lover smiled awkwardly back. “Pretty cute.” You could feel your lover tense up beside you.

“Mom, please, you’re embarassing me in front of [Y/LO/N].” You moaned annoyed, cursing silently for being the only ‘normal’ member of your family. “Where’s dad?”

Harley pouted. “Talking with his bussines partners. He’s…” You heard a man screaming. “…busy. Why don’t you come with me?”

You sighed and tugged [Y/LO/N] with you into the V.I.P area and sat down. Your mother opened a bottle of wine and poured you and your lover a glass. “I don’t drink, Mrs Quinn.” They said suddenly nervously and you almost laughed at your lover, them trying to play it cool.  

“I like that.” Harley winked and pointed with her index finger at your lover. “My baby finally dates someone decent. So tell me something about you, [Y/LO/N]. Where did you meet?”

“Oh, yeah, we met at college. We have the same classes and I asked [Y/N] out after we’ve talked a few times. [Y/N] was and still is so fascinating and very clever, … and drop dead gorgeous.” They answered and you blushed, hiding it as you took a sip of wine. 

“I think we-” You began, but your father barged in, rubbing his hands with a serious look on his face. 

“So, who’s that?” The Joker said and grinned down at [Y/LO/N]. “I assume your boyfriend/girlfriend?” 

Now it was your turn to tense up. While your mother got almost always along with your partners, your father didn’t. He wasn’t all protective, he knew you could defend yourself, but he certainly didn’t like them without quality. What he wanted was someone who would die for you, who would go insane for you the second you asked them to do it. 

“Dad…” You stood up and hugged him tightly, and like always he put loosely his arm around you, not showing too much affection. “Dad, I told you about [Y/LO/N].” 

Your lover stood up and shook your father’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” They tried to smile politely. 

“Cut that shitty small talk blah blah.” Your father told them and your heart skipped a beat. “To be quite clear, I don’t like you.” Your lover backed away. “But since [Y/N] has a thing for you, I can’t do much but watch every step you make.” 

“Puddin’!” Your mother jumped up. “Don’t scare them away.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Quinn. I do understand that I might not be the perfect match when it comes to all of this.” [Y/LO/N] spread his arms, pointing at their surroundings. “But I do think that I deserve a fair chance with [Y/N].” 

You bit your lip and cleared your throat after a long stare down between your lover and your father, who was -and you were sure of it- about to pull out his gun.  

“I think we should go and eat something, right, mom?”

“I absolutely with you, Muffin’” 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.