Robert Downey Jr X Reader *EDITING

THE DETECTIVES

~SHERLOCK HOLMES' IMAGINES

*AUTHOR'S NOTE: IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I WANTED TO WRITE A SHERLOCK HOLMES BUT THERE'S FEAR THAT I WOULDN'T PULL THROUGH WITH THE CHARACTER, SO HOPE FOR THE BEST! ENJOY THIS CHAPTER*

*Y/N'S POV

~THE YEAR BEFORE THE BLACKWOOD CRISIS~

Watson, Holmes and I met at a very exciting way.

~Flashback~

I was trying to run away from the goons that were chasing me, since I killed their leader who was trying to kidnapped every young women and try to take disadvantage of them. As I turn to the corner, I thought I would find a way to get away from them, but there wasn't another way. It's the dead end.

"There's no other way, love." I heard one of the dirty, old goon said.

"I guess there's only one way out then." I said as I turn to them. 

"Oh love, we can do the easiest way, so we wouldn't harm your beautiful skin." 

"I rather have the hard way." I said as I did my fighting stance. 

"That could be arranged." Just then, the four goons started to run towards me and as I try to fight the first guy, I saw two other men began helping in fighting off the goons. 

"Oh hello there, my darling." I heard the first man, who was wearing a flat cap with a cane in hand. 

"Who are you guys?" I asked as I throw a hard punch at the guy I'm fighting.

"I'm Dr. John Watson." He said as he knocked the man and showed me a hand for a shake. I elbowed the man I'm fighting, resulting in him being unconscious.

"I'm Y/N Adler." I said as I shake hands with him. 

"Adler, you say?" He asked.

"Yeah, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Holmes, she's an Adler." Dr. Watson said and I looked at the other man and saw him knocking the final two out. He then walked towards us and I looked at the two goons, who were also knocked out.

"Hm... Are they dead?" I asked Mr. Holmes, referring to the goons he just knocked out.

"No, just unconscious." He answered. "Sherlock Holmes." He said as he grabbed my hand and lay a kiss on my knuckles. "You fight good, like your sister, Irene." 

"Irene? Please..." I said sarcastically as I walked out of the alleyway and walked to the pathway. "I don't like compliments, especially when I'm being compared to her." 

"If I may ask, why are you saying it like it's a bad thing?" Dr. Watson asked as he and Mr. Holmes walked with me out to the public road.

"She was never a sister to me. We only share the last name." I said as I stopped by at he side and looked for an empty cabbie that is passing by us.

"You're the adopted, aren't you?" Mr. Holmes asked.

"Great job, Mr. Holmes. Case closed." I said as I hailed a cabbie. I went inside and heard Mr. Holmes went inside and sat beside me. 

"Mr. Holmes, what are you doing?" I asked.

"Watson, meet me back home. Let's go cabbie." Holmes said.

"Mr. Holmes---"

"Sherlock." He said cutting me off.

"No, I don't want. This is the last time you'll see and heard from me." I said. As soon as we turned to a corner, I asked for the cabbie to stop. I went down on the other side and walked to the pathway.

"Oh and Mr. Holmes." I called out as he was looking at me, speechless. "Please tell my sister, welcome home." I walked away and called another cabbie going back to my place. 

~Fast Forward~

After that event, Holmes, Watson and I become close since the case that I did was also the case that they were leading. We closed the case altogether. I also knew the history about Holmes and my sister since Watson chattered me about the life being with the one and only Sherlock Holmes. And ever since that case, Watson asked me to be a part of their great adventures. Watson wanted me to be part with them since he met another gal and wanted to feel like normal. 

The event with Blackwood occurred and I helped them with the case. And even my sister and I met again after a long time. 

When Watson and I arrived at the 221B, I saw Irene walked down the stairs. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"It's none of your business." She said as Watson opened the door for her. Then, Watson saw Holmes running through the window with a disguise. I only scoffed at the idiot who's trying to follow my sister's tail.

"What an idiot." I said as I walked up the stairs and began to fix all the files that is scattering on our table. 

After her chase with my loving sister, *enter eye roll* I talked to Holmes about my sister.

"What is it with you whenever Irene's entering your mind?" I angrily asked him.

"What is it with you that you despise your sister so much?" He asked back.

"I am questioning you. Not the other way around." 

"Let's stop, you're getting agitated." Holmes said and I saw Watson stopped from reading a letter and looked between me and Holmes.

"No! I am not agitated! I am curious." Sherlock locked eyes with me and saw him shake his head in disagreeing and sighed as he looked at the window behind his table.

"Here we go again with the silent treatment." I sarcastically said as I took a seat on my chair.

"I don't want to anger you more." He said softly.

"Oh, no you're not. You're just fuming me." I said. "Don't you realize that the more she comes in contact with you, you're going insane over small things, and whenever you're both attached the more she's going away leaving you to break your fragile little heart over and over again!" 

"Why are you concerned with what I feel with Irene!? I just meet you not longer a year." 

"Holmes, I think it's enough before you say something more." Watson interrupted.

"No, it's okay, Watson. I'm a little curious as to what he wants to say about me." I taunted as I walked near Holmes' table with my arms crossed on my chest.

"Fine!" Holmes said as he walked in front of me. Watson tried to stopped Holmes, but he just shrugged his shoulder at Watson.

"You wanna know my thoughts. Then, fine! I think I know why you're sister left you! You're clingy, attention-seeker, nosy, energy-sucker and a talker! You're trying to be the best at everything and you're trying hard for everyone to like you, but not everyone likes you!" He angrily said and I soften my stance as I heard what he thinks of me. I uncrossed my arms and swallowed thickly the feeling of hurt. I felt my heart breaks at every word he throws at me. I never thought that the great Sherlock Holmes thinks so little of me.

"Holmes, that's enough!" I heard Watson shouted. I looked back at Holmes with tears clouding my eyes.

"Are you done?" I asked but my voice cracks. I saw Holmes' eyes changed from anger to worry. 

"Y/N--" 

"It's okay. You said what you have to say." I said. I grabbed my coat from my table and walked out of the door. As soon as I ran down the stairs, I can't help but tears threatening to fall, I tried my hardest to go as far away from here. I heard Watson calling me and tried to ran, but as soon as I walked out to the door of 221B, I hailed a cab and told the driver to drive me away from the city before Watson followed me out. 

"Y/N!" I heard Watson shouted as the cab began moving. I sighed shakily as my tears began to fall. I held my face in my hand and cried. And that's the last time I saw the great Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.