DISCLAIMER - I do not own YJ or its characters. I only own the plot and my minor OC.

Chapter 3 - Aunts

Over the next week, Dick and his newly found 'parents' got to know each other better, the eldest of the trio opting to stay inside their warehouse rather than go out on their 'night time walks'.

It was during this time that Harley had started calling him Dickie-bird, after learning the nickname his mother had for him, robin. After some (a lot) complaining that she got to that name first, the Joker settled for Dickie-boy.

Oh, the originality.

And so, one week later, we find Dick Grayson-Quinzel with his adoptive mother and father late in the evening, tired. The day, as the others in the week before it, had been spent to get to know each other on a deeper level.

It was Dick's yawn that made Harley realize how late it was.

"Look at the time! Dickie-bird, you better get to sleep. Look at you, your eyes are already shutting!" It was true. With each passing moment his eyelids were drooping more and more.

"O-okay mum" he turned and walked out the door of their lounge and down the hall.

Harley smiled, which then turned into an 'O' of shock as she realized what he had just said.

Mum.

Unable to help herself, she let out an involuntary squeal of delight at the fact that her little boy thought of her as his mother already. As a former psychologist, she understood that it was when it slipped out naturally that you truly meant it.

Especially if they didn't notice it themselves.

The apartment building ten blocks away were complaining about the squeal they heard that night the next day.

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The next day:

"Rise and shine bird boy! We're having guests today that you're mother is gushing for you to meet!" the man of the house - scratch that, ware-house - cackled.

This caused his adoptive child to groan, "Shut UP Dad."

While you may think he was being rude, it's completely understandable when he's clapping metal trashcan lids together right above his head.

Grinning at being called dad, the aforementioned 'dad' shoved Dick out of his bed, prompting a cry of surprise and a little bit of pain.

"Alright, alright I'm getting up! кървав АД!"

The Joker chuckled from understanding the separate language, after forcing (read: Threatening) him to teach him all the ways he swore. A little weird, but this was the man rated most insane in Gotham Today magazine, so who knew what he would do.

Leaving him to get ready for the day, he descended the stairs, opting to slide down the banister instead, something he'd learned from the boy changing at that moment.

He immediately wished he hadn't, as it would have given him a little more time away from what was in front of him - his sociopathic girlfriend freaking out.

He tried to step back out before she spotted him, but alas, he was too slow.

She rushed up to him, a look of panic eminent on her face. Wasting no time in which he could escape in, she grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up and slamming him to the wall.

"They'll be here in 10 minutes! What if they don't like him? What if something goes wrong? What if -"

Seeing it as his only hope, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips, resulting in her shutting up with a giddy smile on her face, letting him go to the ground.

"Everything's gonna be fine Harl. We all know Silena's a big softy, one look into his eyes and she'll be sold! Plus there's her thing for things with wings. She likes the bat, she'll like our little birdie! And Pam will be fine with him as long as he doesn't start decapitating flowers or something! It's gonna be fine."

She visibly relaxed, her breathing becoming regular again.

"Thanks. I needed that. You're right, it's going to go great," she mumbled from his chest, where she had buried her head.

It was at that moment that Dick walked in, slightly annoyed.

"Alright I'm ready, now tell me -" he cut off at the position his parents were in. One look made him blush, turn around and walk away after throwing over his shoulder, "I'm just gonna pretend I didn't see that."

His blushing parents (read: Harley, Joker took it in his stride) puled apart for him to count to three and turn back around.

"Let's try that again. Now tell me who's coming!" he exclaimed, obviously excited despite the awkward situation he had just set his eyes to.

A grin not unlike her partner's spread across Harley's face at the mention.

She let out a squeal, "Just wait! They'll be here any second now! You'll love them!"

It was left at that. The trio sat down on their assorted furniture inside their living room.

There was a silence (read: awkward) for a minute, until -

"HAHAHAHAHA DINGDONG!"

The personalised doorbell rang, causing Harleen to spring up and practically fly to the door.

Throwing it open, all that was seen of the two women at the door was of Harley throwing herself at them for a hug.

"Red! Sel! You're here!"

"Of course we are! When you said you had something important to tell us we wouldn't miss it! So what is it then? Don't tell me you're pregnant!"

"What, NO! ...But you're not that far off actually."

This peaked their interest. What could not be having a baby but close?

"Now where to start? Well, you know how I got to go to the circus like I wanted to a little while ago?" At the nods she continued. "I got to see The Flying Graysons like I wanted, but... during their act they died."

"We know this, we read the newspaper. Get to the point."

"Their son was left alive and ... weeeeelllllllll."

"Spit it out woman!"

"Ikindofadoptedhim."

Cue dropped jaws and the looks of disbelief.

It took a couple of minutes, along with Harley waving her hands in front of their faces for them to comprehend what they'd just heard. Harley Quinn had a child.

"Do you want to meet him? He's just in the other room."

Vigorous head-nodding ensued, causing Harley to lead them to their lounge.

Upon entering the room, her face fell. Dick was gone. But The Joker was not. And she had a feeling he had something to do with it.

"WHAT DID YOU DO! WHERE IS HE!?" she screamed, moments before jumping onto him and beating the shit out of him.

Because of this, neither of the couple noticed when the boy flipped down from the overhead light with popcorn in his hands, happily sitting on the floor and watching his mother beat up his dad.

Oh, how he loved those moments.

While the chuckles couple didn't notice him, the two villainesses known as Poison Ivy and Cat woman did.

While they could understand how one could find what was going on funny, they were still surprised at the youngster's laughter.

Those thoughts vanished from their minds when he turned around and noticed them. Cue the awwws, 'cos flippin' hell was this boy cute.

The two instantly felt themselves melt when they looked into his incredibly blue eyes, neither noticing him stiffen under their gaze a little.

It was in this time that everyone was incapacitated that he analysed the two women in front of him. Since he knew almost nothing about Gotham, he had no clue who they were.

After a while, Harley stopped destroying her boyfriend, worry settling in now that she could remember why she was angry in the first place.

"Dick!" she screamed, jumping to her feet prepared for the worst.

What she was not prepared for though, was to hear a "What?" come from behind her.

Startled and hopeful, she turned around to see him sitting in the lap of her feline friend while she and 'Red' fawned over him.

Her jaw slack and confusion written over her face, her mind was in a labyrinth of theories, trying to figure out what had happened. So, naturally, when she tried to ask a question, she struggled.

"But, you, I - wha?" Maybe struggled isn't the best word.

Obnoxious laughter burst out from behind her, drawing her out of her thoughts.

"We wanted to prank you, so Dickie-boy got up on the light when you came in to scare you into thinking he was gone. He was here the whole time and you fell for it! You should have seen your face!" her beloved gasped out, laughing in between words.

Seeing her face, Dick seemed to shrink into Selina, ensuing coos from the two on the sofa with him, issuing a "sorry."

This calmed her right down. He just had that effect on people.

"So," she began, sitting down on another sofa, "I take it you three have met?

"Not formally."

"Well then. Dick, these are the women I see as sisters, and your aunts, Pamela Isley and Selina Kyle. Or, as the world knows them, Poison Ivy and Cat woman. Girls, this is Richard Grayson, our adopted son."