Joker and Arthur Imagines

Babysitting

Reader needs to babysit one of her co-workers kids (4-5 years) for the day, she lives with Arthur, maybe Arthur is practically terrified of having a kid in his apartment, and having to take care of one instead of entertaining them, kid get attached to him, and doesn't want to leave his side for the rest of the time they are here, just a bunch of praises for Arthur, saying how great he is with kids and how nice.

You settled on the couch to watch TV with Arthur, snuggling against his side as he passed an arm around your shoulders, nothing better after a long day of work.

"Tomorrow we'll be taking care of kid here." You announce him as the commercial break happened.

"Hmmm..." 'Good' you thought, he was taking it well, after all he likes children.

"What?" He exclaimed after a few seconds, realizing what you had just said, looking at you. You straighten to look at him in the eyes, arching an eyebrow.

"One of my colleagues, she has a last minute appointment outside of Gotham and she has no one to take care of her daughter..."

"What about her husband?"

"Not in Gotham either. And she doesn't have money for a babysitter" You replied. He rejected his head on the back of the couch passing his hands on his face, taking a deep breath.

"Wow, what's that? I thought you loved kids!"

"I do but it's not the same Y/N, I make them laugh but here you have to take care of them, make sure, they...they eat, you always have to be after them so they don't get hurt...what if I do something wrong?" he objects, starting to have a nervous laughter attack. You place you hand on his thigh, soothingly rubbing it.

"And you have to entertain them and you're so good at this! Come on it's going to be fun Artie...I promise." His nervousness seems to calm down at these words. You gave him quick peck on the lips. He sighed.

"Fine...you know I can't refuse you anything." He added with a lovely smile. Happy with his reaction you gave him another kiss.

"How old is the kid?" he asked curiosity taking over.

"She's 4 years old, her name's Sarah..." he nodded, you knew that deep down he was looking forward to meeting the little girl.

The day after 7:30 am

"And here we are!" you said joyfully to Sarah as you entered your flat. Arthur who had been pacing in the living room; he stopped, passing a hand on his hair to make sure he was presentable. He looked at the little girl with wonder. It's true that she was cute, she had chubby cheeks, blond hair tide in a beautiful braid, and she was wearing a pinkish sweater, white legging and little black leather shoes.

"Sarah, this is my sweetheart Arthur, but you can call him Artie." Arthur slowly approached her and crouches down at her height.

"Hello..."she said shyly, putting one of her hand in front of her mouth.

"Hello." He replied softly, giving her a sweet smile, you could tell he was already melting for her.

"Artie, can you look after her while I change clothes?" You declared as you headed for the bedroom. He suddenly stood up, looking nervous.

"But...but..."

"It's going to be fine Artie..." you replied giving an encouraging smile as you left.

Arthur stood still, silent for several seconds, looking at the little girl, thinking of what to do. Sarah was looking around, curious and eager to explore this new place. Arthur looked at the little bag next to her.