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"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas."
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Joker's P.O.V. Y/N and I had found our way to being together somehow, but it sure worked. She was equally as crazy as me and we enjoyed the same things such as crimes and sick jokes. This year would be our first Christmas together and she pulled me into the thought of celebrating it. Sure it had been a while, but I never forgot the Christmas excitement. Even tho usually I went on heists because there were less police officers and guards out on the special day. This year I'd stay home to make Y/N happy.
I walked back home quietly, wanting to surprise her. Just as I shut the door quietly, I heard her singing, something she rarely did. I stopped in my tracks to listen to her beautiful soothing voice.
''I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know..'' Y/N sang softly and did something in the kitchen. The penthouse smelled like gingerbread and something sweet. Very Christmasy. Since her voice was so special, I decided to listen. I liked it.
''..where the tree tops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow-oh'' Y/N's voice flew through the air smoothly. How come I never heard her singing before? Of course she sang in the shower, but it echoed and I couldn't hear much because she didn't take it seriously. Now she gave her everything and I heard the passion. Christmas meant a lot to her I supposed. The song, White Christmas happened to be familiar to me. Although I didn't have the ideal childhood and I barely remembered it, I had a glimpse of one of my first Christmases. This came on the radio, sang by Frank Sinatra and for the first time I felt the so called Christmas spirit. It made me feel strange, but I liked it.
''I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, with all the Christmas cards I write..'' Y/N kept singing without having the slightest clue that I heard everything. I sneaked to the kitchen and looked at her from the door. She was wearing a black dress, a red apron, red lipstick and some jewelry. We were supposed to go on a heist tonight so she got dressed for fun. Not only her voice was beautiful, but her entire being was. Y/N was breathtaking, special indeed. I considered myself quite a heartless guy, but she made me different. Y/N made me feel something else than hate, cruelty and anger. She introduced me back to joy, calmness and love.
''May your days be merry and bright'' Y/N hummed while putting a tray of gingerbread on the stove. That's when I decided to let her know she had a fan listening. I joined in. ''..and may all your Christmases be white'' I tried to sound ok to match her pretty voice. Y/N flinched and turned to look at me, her arms in some ninja position and I knew if I was a burglar, I'd be on the ground by now.
''Jesus Christ'' She breathed out and lowered her tense arms. ''Well usually I'm compared to the devil but thank you'' I chuckled, making her blush. ''You have a pretty voice darling. You could be a singer'' I let her know and put my hands on her hips. She looked down nervously, probably embarrassed that I heard. ''I didn't hear you coming'' She admitted quietly and then looked up to me. ''Good. I liked to listen'' I admitted while swinging her body a little bit against mine. I watched as her soft lips curved into a happy smile.
''Thanks J. But don't startle me again'' She warned me and grabbed my shirt, pulling my face closer to her. ''No promises babe. If you sing again, maybe I'll be good'' I shrugged, keeping my lips right above hers, nearly touching. ''We'll see mistah'' She giggled and finally kissed me. Damn I was lucky to have her!
