Well I'm obsessed with Batman, so I decided to write this.

It popped into my head and had to write it!

Hope you like it, review and leave me your opinion, be nice please? :)


"Smile, you need to smile more, sweetheart." A husky, if not insane sounding, voice whispered in her ear.

She laughed, "I do smile, my love," her voice was happy, as it always was when talking to the man she loved. "You're just never around to see me, " her voice turned bitter mentioning his absence lately.

"Oh don't sound so sad, I'll help you put a smile on your face." He said suggestively, turning her body round to face him.

She took in his looks today, he had changed out of his work clothes, as she called them, and wore a purple button up shirt, with a loose green and purple polka dot tie, low slung faded grey jeans and green shoes.

He was truly mad as a hatter, although he removed his trademark makeup for the time being.

And for the hundredth time since meeting him, 2 years ago, Andrea was happy he had removed his 'mask' and let his guard down for her to see him for who he was.

Because the man she loved was standing in front of her, not the man going round trying to cause mayhem and robbing mob banks, or even hustling the hustlers.

The man she loved had opened himself up to her, without fearing her judgement or that she would ridicule him, he found joy in the simplest things, he had a distinct taste in clothes, he loved her with all he had.

She did not hate the other part of him, his dark side, she accepted it, because he had accepted her, and all that came with her, fixing her up and repairing her.

And for that she loved him most.


His mind, as usual was buzzing; his thoughts were like a wind up toy that upon being lifted from the ground mid run and placed somewhere different and allowed to run before being placed somewhere else entirely.

If anyone could hear his thoughts, they would either go insane, like many thought he had, or get confused because of the whirlwind of words and ups and downs and flips of his mental sentences, that never seemed to reach a conclusion or make any sense when he thought them over after they had escaped his mental mouth.

And all through his inner chaos, there was one person, who could stop everything that went on in his head, every mental mutter, every shard of speech.

Just with a look, she could silence his mental noise, stop his heart and tickle his stomach.

With anything more and he was sure he'd die, die of her love or lack of breathing.

"Like what you see, my lovely?" he smirked as she rested her head on his cheat and listened to his erratic heartbeat.

He felt her smile against his chest, and say, "Always do, my dear."


Well hope you liked it, and if you want, and if enough of you want it, I could turn it into a longer story?

Leave me a review if you think I should and message me if you have anything to say :)