Young Justice Robin x Male Deadpool Reader

I'm Walking On Fucking Sunshine!

(Y/N)'s POV

Ah~! It's so peaceful, you hear that? It's so peaceful that you can practically hear "Morning" by Peer Grynt playing in the background. I've never slept in a more comfortable bed before.

'Probably because your most comfortable bed, before this was a leather suitcase with an old oil-filled towel thrown over it.'

'I prefer to call it an artistic outlook on sleeping.'

'Besides, it was better than that old, Polish woman we mistook for an lumpy, old couch!'

'Wait! I feel like I'm forgetting something...'

'Maybe it's the fact that you are going to be introduced to social interaction of people the same age as you today?'

'Or, the fact that you have to go to literal hell on Earth? Nevermind, even hell deserves than....that. *shudder*'

'Oh, shit! Yeah, you're right, I'm going to school today!'

I scramble out of bed, they finally fixed the school from the attack, or whatever, and the first day starts today!

I run around my room like a headless chicken named Pablo screaming before I miraculously hear a series of knocks on my door.

"Come in~!" I sing out like a raccoon. The door opens gently and reveals *GASP*.

"Alfred! My one and only!" I clasp my hands together.

"Good morning, Young Master. I believe you were looking for these?" He holds out some neatly folded clothes.

"Alfred, you are truly above this mortal plane." I cry uncontrollably.

Alfred pats my back, "There, there, Young Master, just get dressed and then we are having chocolate chip pancakes with a side of bacon and a strawberry smoothie to wash it all down."

I bawl even louder at those words, "I LOVE YOU, ALFREDO!" He just pats my head and exits the room, closing the door silently behind him.

I lay the pile of clothes on my amazing marshmallow-cloud-like bed. I pull off the first thing on the top of the pile and unfolded it revealing a cotton white button-up shirt. I toss off my sleep shirt and tug on the thing. I don't know how to button things up 'cause I'm street trash, so I move on to the next thing. Ooh! A blazer, fancy shmancy.

*Timeskip*

After spending for-fucking-ever on my hair, which is ironic because I always wear hats over my hair, I salsa dance out of my room and ride down the banister of the stairs like I'm in some kind of musical and do jazz hands all the way to the dining hall ('Hall, people! Hall! Not room. Hall.'  'We get it, already.) and to my chair.

"Greetings, fellow life forms, how is your existence today?" Is say with an accent I imagine a whale would have.

"Mediocre."

"Eh."

"Self-hating."

"Depressing, but good, but also depressing."

"Satisfying, so far."

"Hang yourself."

"Ugggggghhhhhh."

"Aw, don't be such Debby Downers! Here, White Streak, got something that might help ya'!" I stick a sticker that has a cucumber giving an animated thumbs up and says 'You're the coolest cucumber!' onto his uniform shirt. "Ta-da!"

White Streak gives the sticker a glance and gives me a dead-pan expression. I pout, "Well, if you're going to be like that, I'll just take it back-" As I reach to tear it off of him, he jerks out of my reach and puts his hand protectively over the sticker.

"No way, I'm keeping it!" He says, red-faced.

I put my hands up in surrender and grin, "Sooo, you like my sticker~?"

He glares at me hard, "No fucking way! It's just rude to return a gift."

I deflate slightly, "Oh. Yeah, that is pretty rude, huh? Heh. Sorry, I was just joking, you don't have to keep it." I give him a small smile.

"U-Uh, no, I'll keep it..." He looks to the side.
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Fun fact: While I'm writing this, I'm currently wearing a lampshade, I used a scarf to tie it to my head. It makes it hard to chew or breathe, the sacrifices you make for fashion, am I right?

Another Fun Fact: The way I imagine (Y/N)'s hair is like Denmark's from Hetalia.
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I put my hands up as a sign of peace, "Ey Broski, you don't gotta be all macho with me, ya' dig?"

White Streak huffed and silently stabbed at his pancakes. I died a little on the inside for those pancakes.

'Why are we still here? Just to suffer-'

'Don't you dare start this fuckery again. Last time, it took you one hour before you finished that meme and were satisfied you got it all right. I refuse to go through that again.'

'Why you gotta be so rude~? Don't'cha know I'm human too~?'

'I am done with you two. When will my suffering end?'

'When I'm not totally looney in the dooney.'

'I shall be older than Dumbledore.'

'👍 Love ya', White!'

'Hey! No emojis in my head! Those things hurt!'

'🆗'

'Why you son of a-'

"Guys! Time to shove off to daily hell!" Blondie announced to the room eliciting groans from almost all parties.

"WOOOOO! Yes, fuck yes! Let's get outta this bitch!"