no gender specified, TW: None, No smut, (general comic versions)
Part 3 (part 1, part 2)
Characters: Killer croc, Clayface, Penguin
Killer Croc/Waylon Jones:
at first he just responds to your presence as a vigilante as like "oh okay cool". he's fairly neutral. he's a criminal and you're an opposing force. that's about it.
but when you start to humanise him by speaking to him like a human being, a person with feelings and emotions.. he feels seen.
especially if you do it to/in front of others, maybe even the GCPD when you hand him over and lecture them on treating him like a man and not an animal.. that hits him.
suddenly you're this light in his life that he doesn't mind getting hit in the face by.
actually he is the type of criminal who can be coaxed to back down from his crime.. especially if he's convinced its not worth it.. but you? you just need to turn up, and before you even cross your arms in disapproval he's out, doll.
he'll either ditch the scene, or even if he's left with no other choice but to fight you.. he wouldn't be able to.. just put the cuffs on and he'll go into custody.
genuinely has a soft spot for you. the other rogues can tease all they want. but heaven forbid one of them captures you. he'll show up, grab Riddler by the waist and squeeze him like a stress ball, before throwing you over his shoulder King Kong style and taking you to safety.
he actually fancies you so much and he's had many a moment with his head in his hands like a teenager going "oh god what is happening to me".
he wouldn't understand how you don't perceive him as a monster. expect a slow burn with getting close to him. even if he has feelings for you. he cant bear the thought of hurting you. this a beauty and the beast romance. (but better cause he stays hot hehehe)
Clayface/Basil Karlo:
he chuckles when you attempt to hit him upon first meeting. your hand gets stuck and he takes the time to study his newest rival! oh you're attractive, huh? okay he wont hit you too hard.. as a treat.
if you, like with Waylon, treat him with compassion and human decency and actually treat him like a person, he wont understand what he's feeling.
he loves moments when he can talk to you before he has to flee due to the GCPD's arrival.
expect him to transform into a person in a crowd and watch you combat crime from the side-lines. he will even morph into a civilian and get rescued/protected by you to know what its like on the other side of the experience. he falls for you, especially when you ask him if he's alright and he could just swoon with how you had held him in your arms.
He might even go the route of pretending to be batman or any of the batfam to talk to you like a person... despite how you treat him he cant quite believe you truly see him as one.
if you were to catch him out in this trick he would be defensive, manipulating his clay mass to create a massive frightening form before you.. waiting for you to show any indication of fear or disgust.
when you don't he will recoil into himself and flee from your sight, insecure and bitter. he doesn't like how he looks so why would you.. and you look. like that. perfect. almost angelic.
if you were to reassure him about seeing him as a person or telling him he's capable of rehabilitation...he would honestly consider it.. for you.
Penguin/Oswald Cobblepot
what's all this, then? who the fuck are you? genuinely just pissed he has a new little pest interfering with his plans. he finds ANYONE encroaching on his plans as an annoyance and he will dislike you.
that's all it will surmount to unless you make him aware of your interest. but please make it obvious as he genuinely doesn't think he's attractive.
think about it. he's called the penguin based on his physical features and the only people interested in him are dancers at his club or some eye candy he brings to events. both are solely attracted to his money and that's it.
so if you let him know he's like... okaayyy I see you...
he wont hit as hard. he'll try avoid one on ones with you, sending goons in as canon fodder.
he is impressed with how you carry yourself... he likes someone who he doesn't have to worry about. he knows that if you're captured by another rogue that you'll be finished with them in ten minutes tops and wont just keel over and die.
He would honestly hold a masquerade in the Iceberg Lounge in order to find you. no scheme, honestly just a party.
he would mingle with guests rather than hold up in his VIP section to find you and inform his men to keep an eye out for you. if you approach him he would probably recognise you as your mask disguises you just like it usually does.
he would take this opportunity to talk to you and lay it on the table. join him, become the king or queen of Gotham by his side... or fall.
he's one of the rogues who I genuinely believe wont reform as crime is his whole thing. he loves it. so unless you're willing to take off that silly mask and hang up that cape of yours.. there's no chance with him. you're either with him or against him.
New Mission- Clayface x Reader (Suicide Squad Isekai)
(Based on the upcoming Suicide Squad Isekai. Things won't be accurate of course but decided to have fun writing it. Making it the first fiction I've posted in almost over a year. Decided to have fun writing on the new Muzan lookalike😅)
(Based on the upcoming anime Suicide Squad Isekai)
We were all rounded up by Amanda Waller in a room as we all had chips implanted in our brain, ones that would explode if we're to disobey her and her missions for us. We all sported the same orange prison suit. I am a criminal in Belle Reve locked with my best friend, Harley Quinn. Like any prison its divided by men and women, Deadshot and Clayface on the other end. I frown as I glanced at Clayface or Basil Karlo his real name, I knew them before we got captured at separate time and place, but I never got along with Clayface both of us occasionally clashing heads and annoying each other....
"Ugh why do we have to be a team?!" I whine as I roll my eyes as we stand in a line.
Clayface glanced at me in annoyance as he leaned back in his seat, his clay face forming a frown as he spoke
"As if you're exactly a delight to work with yourself sweetheart"
"Haa?! I'm a great delight, the best to be around with! Besides you got caught way earlier than me" I remind looking at him. He smirked as he glanced at me.
"You're pretty full of yourself aren't you? I may have been caught before you, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you're more of a competent villain than I am. Let's not forget that you wouldn't be in this situation if you had been more careful in the first place"
"I'm as great as a villain as the Joker" I glare referring to Harley's boyfriend, he's still loose in Gotham.
He scoffed, shaking his head.
"Comparing yourself to the Joker? Please, that's an insult to my intelligence. The Joker is a criminal mastermind, someone who always thinks three steps ahead... You, on the other hand, simply rely way too much on your looks and charm in order to get away. The difference between you and the Joker is vast"
"Well of course I'm gonna use my beautiful looks! Every female villain does..like Poison Ivy" I say shrugging.
He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms.
"Ah, yes, the seductive nature of female villains. Ivy uses her seductive looks to manipulate and deceive her victims before poisoning them. But do not deluded yourself into thinking that you're on her level, sweetheart. Ivy possesses a depth of cunning and wickedness that you could only dream of. Comparing yourself to her is laughable"
I scoff . "Heh. no I'm not! She may be taller than me with bigger attributes but we work the same! *I blush as I defend myself.
Clayface chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
"Work the same, huh? It's not just her height or her attributes that make her superior to you. Poison Ivy commands nature herself, harnessing the power of plants and using them as her own personal weapon. You, on the other hand, are essentially a weak link with nothing but looks as your only strength. But hey, if you want to keep living in delusions, be my guess."
"Yeah right, any man would be lucky to have me!"
He shook his head, a dismissive scoff escaping his lips.
"You're quite deluded if you truly believe that, love. Do you really think that your beauty is the only thing that matters to men? You lack the intelligence, the wit, the charisma, and the darkness that true villains possess. And those qualities make a woman far more attractive than pretty looks.
I frown now remaining silent as I keep glaring. He looked at me with a smirk.
"What's the matter, love? Am I hitting too close to home? Perhaps you're realizing that you're nothing but a pretty face with no substance. It's not too late to change that though, although that would require some self-awareness on your part, I don't quite think you have that...yet."
I glare as I walk closer standing in front of him as he remained seated. "You said what?!
He grinned up at me as I approached him, unfazed by my proximity to him.
"Oh, don't worry, love, it's just a little dose of honesty that you desperately need. But by all means, feel free to continue being a shallow little girl using nothing but your looks to get by in life. I'm sure that'll take you far, won't it? Pfft, such a waste of potential...”
Oh yeah? We'll see about that. I glare as I lean down gripping his chin and pressing my lips to his.
He was caught off guard by my sudden gesture, surprise evident in his expression as my lips met his. He could feel the heat rising within him, and for a brief moment, he found himself struggling to maintain his composure. But then he pushed me away, a displeased frown on his face.
"Whoa there, love. I suppose you're trying to prove a point by using your feminine wiles, but let me be clear, I'm not so easily swayed by your charm, no matter how tantalizing it may be."
Hmm I smirk to myself as I touch my lips blushing a lot. "All men fall for me..it's just a matter of time before, well, before you do, Karlo.
He scoffed, shaking his head in amusement as he observed my confident demeanor.
"Ah, I see, you believe that I'll inevitably fall for your feminine allure. Well, I hate to disappoint you, sweetheart, but you're in for a rude awakening. Just because I can acknowledge your physical beauty doesn't mean I'm helplessly entranced by it. It'll take more than a pretty face to break down my defenses and win me over."
I frown but then smirked remembered an event. "Oh yeah? Says the man who before we got locked up came to me, and we had an amazing night together"
Ismirk blushing, "Don't think I forgot about that.
He sighed, a hint of a blush creeping onto his cheeks as I brought up the topic.
"Alright, I may have conceded to your advances that one time. But let's not kid ourselves, that was a moment of weakness on my part. It doesn't mean I'm under your spell or anything."
I hum blushing as I hold my face. "You've always been adorable when you don't acknowledge yourself.
He rolled his eyes, trying to maintain his aloof demeanor.
"Adorable? Please, I don't do 'adorable' sweetheart. I'm a hardened criminal, not a fluffy little bunny. And as for acknowledgement, I don't need validation from anyone, not even you, love."
I smirk turning my back to him. " 'Oh, (Y/N)! Do it like that harder!' I fake a moan imitating his words
His cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and he muttered.
"Sh-shut up. You know I'm not like that... And you certainly weren't so quiet that night either..so stop bringing it up"
"Of course I wasn't quiet! Was I supposed to?!"
He let out a huff, his annoyance growing.
"No, but I'd prefer it if you didn't go around reminding me of that particular moment. It's embarrassing, alright? I have a reputation to uphold..and having a pretty little villain like you turn me into a weak little-"
He stopped mid-sentence, cutting his words off before he could finish.
I blink surprised and blushed immensely hearing those words.
Realizing that he had said too much, he quickly changed the topic, a scowl on his face.
"Anyway, that's all in the past. It's done, I've moved on, and we have bigger things to focus on than some random one-night stand. So let's just forget about it and move on, shall we?"
I kept blushing and tilted my head. "You..think I'm pretty?
He hesitated for a moment before admitting it.
"Well, you're not displeasing to the eye I suppose. But let's not get carried away, your looks aren't enough to make up for your lack of intelligence and wit. There's more to a villain than just good looks, love. You may be pretty on the outside, but there's nothing to admire on the inside" he scoffed.
I smile as I blush grabbing his arm to hug him. Wanting to tease but also touched by his words.
He raised an eyebrow, surprised by my sudden display of affection.
"What in the hell are you doing?" he said, a tinge of confusion in his voice
He let out a deep sigh, his annoyance momentarily forgotten as you hugged him.
“Oh, fine, enjoy your little affectionate moment. But don’t think this changes anything between us, love. I still find you incredibly aggravating.”
I hum smirking and winked. "Okie dokie
“Ugh, you're insufferable” he muttered, his annoyance returning. He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but secretly feel a bit of warmth from my affection.
“Now can we get back to the matter at hand? We have a mission ahead of us and I'd like to get it over with without any unnecessary distractions.”
I let got of him as Harley came to my side. Harley, who had been observing the interaction between you and Clayface, couldn't help but chuckle.*l
"Looks like ol' Clayface is softening up a bit, huh? You got him wrapped around your finger, (Y/N)."
I smirk as I hear her. "Guess I do don't I?! I chuckle and you're lucky to have a guy like Joker so devoted to you
Harley's eyes lit up at the mention of her relationship with the Joker.
"Ain't that the truth! My puddin' is one of a kind. Who needs a normal guy when you can have the Clown Prince of Crime himself, am I right? We're meant to be together!"
"Absolutely, Harls" I smile at my best friend, "Definetly a keeper"
Clayface rolled his eyes at the exchange between us two.
"Yeah, yeah, we get it. You two are both in love with crazed lunatics. Typical behavior for female villains, right? But when it comes to real villainy, I prefer my partners to be cunning, manipulative, and ruthless. Love is a weakness and I don't have time for that nonsense."
I pout a bit looking at him since I didn't expect him to be listening on us as Harley and I fangirled and had a girl chat. "Yeah yeah keep saying that, Harley and Joker are the perfect couple.
He scoffed, shaking his head in amusement.
"Perfect couple? Please, they're just a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Love never lasts in our world, especially not for criminals like us. One day, Joker will tire of Harley, and she'll be left shattered and broken. But hey, if you two want to idolize that mess, be my guest."
I held Harley back as she tried to grab him.
He raised the eyebrow, his expression a mixture of amusement and irritation.
"Oh, what's the matter, love? You don't like hearing the truth? That your precious Joker and Harley are just a recipe for disaster? Maybe you should face reality and realize that true villains don't waste their time on love. But go ahead, keep clinging to your delusions if it makes you feel better"
I sigh turning to Harley. "I'm sorry, Harls...don't listen to him you both are adorable together"
Harley scoffed, still trying to break free from your grasp.
“Yeah, (Y/N), I'm not gonna listen to him. My puddin' and I are meant to be, and nothing he says is gonna change that.”
Clayface just smirked, clearly amused by the duo's fierce loyalty to their dangerous partners.
Of course! And you have my full support" I chuckle.
He chuckled, shaking his head at your supportiveness.
"Oh, how sweet. The two of you supporting each other’s delusions. It's like watching a pair of love-struck teenage girls with their first crushes."
"Well...duh?" I tilt my head
He rolled his eyes, clearly unamused by my attitude.
"Of course you would see it that way. But let me tell you something, love. Loving a villainous psychopath like the Joker isn't some romantic fairytale. It's a twisted, destructive path that only leads to heartache and ruin. But I suppose you two are too blinded by your naive notions of love to see it that way."
I blush as I look at him my eyes almost turning to hearts. So fun to tease him.
He raised an eyebrow, noticing the shift in my expression. The sight of you blushing and staring at him with hearts in your eyes was...unexpected.
“What's with that look, love? Are you getting sentimental on me now? It's not very villainous of you.”
Harley grabbed my face telling me to try and stop blushing.
He couldn't help but crack a slight smile at my flustered state.
"Oh, look at you. All embarrassed and flustered like a damsel in distress. Is there something I said that has you all tongue-tied, love?"
I blush looking away a bit. "Everything..idiot" I mutter.
He smirked, his amusement growing.
"Ah, so I have that effect on you, do I? Well, as charming as that is, I'm afraid we have more serious matters to discuss than my ability to make you blush. We are in the midst of a mission, after all."
Fine fine *I sigh and turn to glare at the woman in charge. "Waller! What the hell do you want us to do?!" I ask our superior bitch.
Amanda Waller spoke up, her tone as cold as ever.
"Well, if you can stop bickering like children, I'll fill you in on the details. We have intel on a secret government facility dealing with advanced weaponry and experimental technology. Your mission is to infiltrate the facility, gather information, and sabotage their operations."
I sigh loudly and groan. "You're no fun, lady." Harley nods agreeing.
Waller fixed you with a stern gaze, unfazed by my attitude.
"I'm not here to be fun, Miss (Y/N). I'm here to ensure that we achieve our objectives. You all have been chosen for this mission because I believe you each possess...unique qualities that will help us succeed. So if you're done wasting my time, let's move on to the details."
I frown. He chuckled, enjoying my reaction to Waller's intimidating demeanor.
"Don't worry, love. I'm sure we'll find some way to inject a little fun into this mission. I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of "unique qualities" she sees in us..."
Waller continued on with the mission briefing, outlining the facility's security measures, layout, and potential threats.
Amanda Waller put Rick Flag to keep an eye on us along with his side kick Katana. Both serious about the mission.
Rick Flag, a no-nonsense soldier, stood by Amanda Waller's side, his eyes scanning over the group of criminals. Katana, meanwhile, stood quietly beside him, her sword glinting in the dim light.
"Our priority is to make sure this mission is successfully carried out," Flag said in a steely tone. "We'll be keeping a close eye on all of you."
A man on our team Peacemaker confronted him, seems like they'll be at each other's throats.
Peacemaker, a cocky ex-soldier, faced off with Rick Flag, his ego and brash attitude evident in the way he spoke.
“I don't need you babysitting me, Flag. I've got this.”
Flag glared at Peacemaker, clearly not amused by his arrogance.
“We're doing things by the book, Peacemaker. No solo heroics, got it?”
"Whoa whoa men let's try to not kill each other, okay?! We haven't even left prison yet" I say stepping between them.
Harley, ever the voice of (a different kind of) reason, chimed in..
“Yeah, fellas, let's not start this mission with a brawl, alright? We gotta play nice for now. Can't afford any in-fighting with Amanda Waller watching our every move.”
Flag nodded, clearly agreeing with the group’s sentiment.
“Fine. We’ll put aside our differences for now. But I’m warning you all—if any of you try anything that threatens this mission, I won’t hesitate to take necessary action.”
I roll my eyes but smiled. "Ready to serve under you!"
Rick Flag smirked a little at my sudden change in attitude.
“That's the spirit. Let's get loaded into the vehicles and make our way to the facility. Remember, once we're inside, we'll need to stick together and follow the plan. No going off on your own, got it?”
"Right!" We all said.
We reached outside once we got rid of our prison clothes and into our civilian ones or villain ones as people would call it.
As the group of villains exchanged their prison uniforms for casual civilian clothes, they boarded the vehicles, ready to embark on their mission. The ride to the facility was tense, with the villains aware of the gravity of what they were about to undertake. Clayface glanced over at you as you got into the vehicle, his eyes locking on your civilian outfit.
"What?" I ask glancing up over to him
He shrugged, a cocky smile on his face.
”Just admiring the view. You know, even out of your villainess get-up, you're still a sight for sore eyes. Makes me wonder if you ever stop looking good."
Aww falling for me then? *I smirk blushing again.
He smirked and rolled his eyes, playing it cool.
“Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. I'm just appreciating a pretty face when I see one. It doesn't mean I'm falling for you or anything."
I huff pouting as I cross my arms over my chest.
Clayface chuckled, finding your pouting adorable.
"Aww, don't pout at me, love. You know I can't resist your little puppy dog eyes when you do that. But don't worry, I won't let myself fall for you... I'm far too cunning and heartless for that."
"Ha! See? Every guy falls for me" I sing
He rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle at your confidence.
“Oh, is that so? Well, I must be the exception to that rule because I am utterly unbothered by your feminine wiles. I'm completely immune to your charms, love.”
"God damn it I'm gonna throw up" We heard Peacemaker say making me frown at him but not taking him seriously.
Clayface turned a glare towards Peacemaker, unimpressed by his comments.
“Watch it, Peacemaker. We're all here to get this mission done. No need to be disrespectful. Besides, if you're feeling sick, try taking deep breaths or maybe even closing your eyes. Anything but spewing insults at others.”
"Huh?! You both are the ones making me sick not the car ride" he says pointing at Clayface and I. Having stoic expressions.
Clayface couldn't help but scoff at Peacemaker's words.
“Oh, I'm sorry if our presence is too much for you to handle. Perhaps we should ask Amanda Waller to arrange a separate transportation for you, given that you seem to be so easily nauseated by our mere existence.”
I roll my eyes "..typical men..." I whisper to Harley.
Clayface couldn't help but overhear my comment, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Oh, did you say something, love? I couldn't quite catch that. Care to repeat it for the entire team to hear?”
Didn't say a thing" I quickly reply.
He arched an eyebrow, clearly not believing you for a second.
“Oh, really? Is that so? Because it sounded like you just mumbled something about ‘typical men.’ Seems like you have quite the habit of muttering things under your breath, love.”
I hum glancing at him as he sits to my right and Harley left, "shut up."
He chuckled, a smug grin on his face.
“Oh, you never fail to amuse me, love. Maybe I should start a tally of all the times you tell me to shut up. I'm sure it'll be quite the impressive number by the end of this mission.”
I roll my eyes and we all remained silent during the long car ride. Harley has fallen asleep on my left shoulder and I began to close my eyes, nodding off and rested my head on my right where Clayface is.
Clayface noticed you dozing off, your head resting against his shoulder. For a moment, he pondered whether to wake you or let you sleep, but ultimately decided to allow you to rest. As he continued to keep watch, he couldn't help but notice the way your face looked so peaceful while you slept, your usual fiery demeanor completely absent.
I blushed as I remained deeply asleep.
Clayface found himself unable to resist a small smile as he observed your peaceful expression and the gentle blush on your cheeks. Despite his attempts to remain aloof, a hint of affection tugged at his heartstrings. The sight of you at peace reminded him that beneath your tough exterior, you were just a human being with emotions and vulnerabilities, just like himself.
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Don't know how long it has passed when the car stopped.
As the vehicle came to a halt, Clayface gently nudged you, trying to rouse you from your slumber.
“Time to wake up, love. We've arrived at the facility. And I've got to say, your drool on my shoulder isn't exactly the most flattering accessory.”
"Huh?!" I blushed fully waking up now, II quickly pull the sleeve of my jacket as I attempt to clean it. " I'm sorry, okay? You should've woken me up when you felt it"
He chuckled softly, clearly amused by my reaction.
“It's fine, love. Accidents happen. But I must admit, the sound of you apologizing is a rare treat, especially considering your usual defiant attitude. Maybe I should keep you asleep more often. You're much more agreeable this way.”
"Ugh...don't you try to bring my apology up." I warn.
He grinned, unable to resist teasing me.
“Oh, I plan to bring it up every chance I get, love. But for now, we've got a mission to focus on. Let's get this done, and then we'll see what else we can do to keep you in this more cooperative state.”
I grit my teeth and huffed stepping out and seeing a place which wasn't Gotham. "...where the fuck are we?"
Clayface followed closely behind you, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
“Looks like Amanda Waller has picked this place for the facility. No surprise there, she's always one to keep things under wraps. Judging from the scenery, we're probably in the middle of nowhere. No city in sight, just wilderness.”
Rick stepped forward with Katana.
Clayface glanced at Rick Flag and Katana, his expression a mix of curiosity and caution.
“Well, well, well, if it isn't the fearless leader Flag and his deadly sidekick Katana. How nice of you to join us. So, what's the plan, Flag? Are we just going to stand here in the middle of nowhere and admire the scenery, or is there a mission we're supposed to be undertaking?”
Rick said nothing and Katana remained silent as usual. Rick grabbed his equipment and told us all to follow him.
Clayface smirked at Rick's annoyed response, clearly amused by his irritation. He glanced at you and Harley, motioning for you to follow as they fell into step behind Rick and Katana.
I groaned "I hate walking...hey, carry me" I say behind him unashamed to ask.
He rolled his eyes, an amused smile playing at his lips.
“Oh, is our tough little villainess tired already? Wanting a ride, are we? And here I thought you'd be able to handle a little stroll on foot.”
I pout as I look away. "That's what you said last time about wanting a ride" I mutter on the..different type of ride he had asked.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by my innuendo. His smirk widened, as he responded with a teasing tone.
“Well, love, if you think this walk is too much for you, I suppose I could give you a ride. But only because I can't resist seeing that adorable pout on your face.”
I hum and quickly got behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck.
He couldn't help but chuckle, easily lifting me up in his arms as he carried me in hud back.
“Well, aren't you quite the opportunist? Ready for your chariot, love? Just don't get too comfortable, I might just toss you around if you start getting too cheeky.”
"Hey hey! Very careful on tossing me!" I warn as I glare and blushed. "and quit touching my ass!"
He smirked at the warning, clearly enjoying teasing me.
“Oh, I'll be careful, love. I wouldn't want to upset my precious passenger and get a well-deserved beating from you. But as for your rear, well, it's a bit hard to avoid when you're this close to me. Perhaps you should be the one being more careful.”
"If you let me fall me I'll kill you" I warn as I hold onto his shoulders as he carries me from behind.
He laughed lightly, his voice full of mock concern.
“Oh, such a threat! I promise not to dump you, love. After all, it'd be a shame to lose my human backpack so soon. But keep making those endearing threats of violence, I have to say I do find them quite charming.”
I silently hum and smiled to myself as I rested my head on his shoulder as I held him and he continued to carry me. Only this mission will tell if we'll get closer to each other.....
As requested, dating Basil Karlo would involve: - Movie night at home watching his performances in numerous films and theatre productions. - Being called things like 'Doll' and 'Angel Face'. - 'Is this person rally who they say they are or just my boyfriend being a dick?' - I wouldn't even know where to begin with the sexy stuff??? - Rehearsing lines for new roles with him. - Date nights in cinemas and theatres. - 'Is this guy breaking into my house or is not my boyfriend?' - Him being really charming and making you blush. - Him using lines from old films as pick up lines. - Finding out exactly where it goes when he eats. - Him chocking/suffocating you briefly during arguments. - You know, there are some benefits to eating clay? At least, there are a few sources on the internet that say so. - Whole heartedly agreeing that any film he's ever been in is a classic and does not need remaking. - Sometimes being neglected while he is plotting against batman. - Probably being neglected and broken up with often because he's afraid he will hurt you. - Him being to upset and unstable to not need your support. - Even if he puts on a brave face and pretends not to. - Having to come to terms with that fact that, while your presence my pit him at ease, and comfort him from time to time, it's not enough to cure him (physically or mentally). - Him wanting to show off and take you out on fancy dinners and other high class dates. - Your picture being front page of the gossip mags after he shaped himself into a celeb in order to get into all those high class places.
