You asked for help. Something you…hated doing. And not only that, but you asked for a guy you hated (or at least thought you did) for help. Batmän.

You dated Joker. He found you at a bad moment, you had literally nothing. No home, friends, family…you were lost in a new country with no one to help you. Till he appeared. For some reason you don’t understand till now he sheltered you. Joker was…the only person who actually showed “care” for you in years. How wouldn’t you get attached?

It didn’t took long for you to notice what you got yourself into, but it took about…a year for you to have the courage to break up with him. You were scared. And with reason…considering he started to hunt you after that. That’s when you came to Batmän.

The Bat was reluctant, he thought it was a trap, some kind of trick to lure him into a suicidal mission. But you managed to convince him to help you even if just a bit. And he couldn’t just risk a life, could he?

And that’s what brings you nowadays, almost a year later, in the damn bat cave. You found out his identity after connecting some dots and maybe making lots of research to find out who was paying for your safe house and supplies. Bruce had no choice but to accept his recklessness and simply remember to be extra extra careful next time.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” The old bat hisses not even looking at you, that is leaned on the desk. He is sat at his chair facing the bat computer, multiple monitors with multiple things, all about crime of course.

He complains now, but he does enjoy your company. Or maybe…just not being alone is good. Yeah this gotta be. There’s no way he’s taking a liking to you at any sort. Right?