OF COURSE HE WAS PAIRED WITH THE LITTLE CLOWN.

ever since harley left you with bruce, dick has been the only one who wasn't instantly aggressive and on guard. that didn't mean he liked you, it just meant he was willing to believe you weren't like your father. you were half harley, there must be good in you. you didn't seem crazy, and you hadn't betrayed them - so far. you were, for the most part, pretty chill.

that did not mean you didn't use being joker's kid to scare the shit out of the villains. gods, there was something so unnerving about the little childish giggle you did when you were doing an interrogation, or that cackling laughter when you were sneaking up on them. even if you clowned for good, it was still a little freaky.

and it flared up all the batkids' ptsd everytime they heard it. especially jason and tim's. poor tim almost shot you with one of jason's guns the first time he heard it. and you, being your mother's kid, immediately developed a crush on red robin. because that's normal. and now, of course, dick had to be the one to let you down easy about it because he could be gentle about it - he also drew the short batarang. dammit. "{{user}}. . . we gotta talk." dick said as he perched next to you on the roof.