I'm trying something a little different again. 😁 As many of you may know, Joaquin has a wonderful singing voice, so I decided that it was about time that Arthur sang in one of my imagines. 🎵 Included are lyrics from 'In Case You Didn't Know' by Brett Young.

Arthur looked down at the sleeping woman on his sofa, he felt guilty that he had called her over to keep him company the night before; it wasn't the first time that he had done it and he knew that it probably wouldn't be the last, but she had never complained.

She had never complained about sleeping on the uncomfortable sofa so that there was someone in the apartment for him; she had never complained about listening to him grumble about work, about how he had been yelled at, or about what torture Randall had decided to subject him to that week. She had never complained about bringing food over, and then cooking it because he never had anything in the icebox; in fact (Y/n) never complained about anything that he put her through.

Arthur had first met (Y/n) when she moved in down the hall, he had watched as she went up and down in the elevator carrying armful after armful of books to her new apartment, and curiosity getting the better of him, he had overcome his usual shyness and offered to help a very appreciative (Y/n).

As (Y/n) introduced herself, offering her hand as she fumbled with a large pile of books, Arthur couldn't help but smile. Normally girls seemed to avoid him, but here was this beautiful woman, smiling at him happily, wanting to know everything about him while handing him a pile of books. He had found her enthusiasm infectious, laughing along with her as they went up and down stairs, and he couldn't help but stare at her obvious beauty, especially her eyes which were a beautiful deep green, with a hint of mischief behind them.

Arthur had taken a look at some of the books he was carrying, they were an eclectic mix of ancient history, law, criminology, and others, that made it impossible for him to see a connection between them; but as (Y/n) set them down in their own piles on the floor, it was obvious that they made sense to her.

When he had first set eyes on her, Arthur had a strange feeling that he had seen her face somewhere before; but it wasn't until he spied a certain book, thrown haphazardly onto the sofa that the removalists had just brought up, that Arthur had finally realised where he knew her from.

"Oh my god! You're (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n), I love your work." Arthur said, picking up the book and looking between the picture on the dustcover and the woman in front of him.

Arthur didn't have much time to read, but when he had found her first book, he had been addicted to her work. Arthur liked the fact that her work was deep, dark, and gritty, much like the city that they called home. Her books spoke of a world of the downtrodden masses that were fighting for a voice, rebelling against the privileged few that controlled everything. Arthur could see something of himself in her male protagonist, Jasper Caine. He was born the lowest of the low in his society, he had been abused and mistreated; told that he was not good enough, told that he would never amount to anything, and that he should accept and remain in his lowly state. But Jasper had fought, and had become the leader of an army, a modern day Spartacus taking on the might of his world, and in Jasper's case, winning.

"You're a great writer, what are you doing here?" Arthur asked, slightly confused as to why she would be moving into somewhere like his apartment building.

"Well to be honest I need inspiration, and inspiration doesn't come if you live in some posh part of town, amongst people you don't like. I need to live somewhere where real people live, people like the ones I write about." (Y/n) told him, as she made her way to the kitchen to make Arthur a cup of tea.

"It's like, if I was writing about the French Revolution, how could I do the horror, the political upheaval, the yearning for freedom, justice, if all I saw was the inside of the Palace of Versailles? If all I mixed with were lords and ladies, the overprivileged that had no idea what it was like in the real world?" She explained, as Arthur nodded, finally understanding why she would want to live in a dingy apartment in this part of Gotham.

"And writers block is a bitch, so I need something to give me a kick start." (Y/n) said, laughing as she handed Arthur his tea.

From that moment the two had become friends, Arthur even being able to give (Y/n) some inspiration, that, to his shock and amazement, had enabled (Y/n) to write the next book in her series, and also include a character that she had told him she had based loosely on him. She had made him Jasper's right hand man, the quiet type that had a hidden fire, a man with a heart of gold, that was always there to help and support the people he cared for.

"(Y/n), it's time to get up." Arthur said softly, as he tried to rouse the woman sleeping on the sofa.

"Morning Arthur, how do you feel." (Y/n) asked, yawning, and stretching as she smiled at the man standing over her.

Arthur couldn't believe how she would always smile, even though she had been on that horrible old sofa all night; how her first thought of the day was to ask him how he was.

"I'm good, thanks again for coming over, I'm sorry I keep doing this to you." Arthur said apologetically, as he handed (Y/n) a coffee.

"Don't be silly Arthur, you know that you only have to ask and I'll be here. Plus, it gets me out from behind my laptop, sometimes I just sit there staring at an empty screen, so spending the night with you, is a godsend." She said, taking a sip of the hot brown liquid.

"Anyway, I like spending time with you, and I don't mind sleeping on the sofa; in fact, I think that I have finally found the perfect way to sleep on this old thing." (Y/n) said, happily patting the back of the old piece of furniture.

"Oh shoot." (Y/n) suddenly said as she stared at her watch.

"I have a meeting with my publisher soon, I need to get changed. I'll see you tonight ok Arthur; I'll bring dinner." (Y/n) told him with a smile, kissing him on the cheek as she rushed out of his apartment.

Arthur sighed, his head falling backwards resting on the back of the sofa; if only he could summon the courage to tell (Y/n) how he really felt about her. He had spent hours writing in his journal about all the things he wanted to say to her, all the things that he thought were wonderful about her; but although he could wax lyrical about this wonderful woman on paper, he didn't have the nerve to tell her to her face.

Getting up from the seat, he grabbed the journal, feeling the need to write more about what she meant to him, how he wanted her in his life all the time, how he wished that she was a permanent fixture in his apartment and not a temporary one that slept on his sofa.

As he wrote, Arthur had a sudden flash of genius, and he chuckled as he thought about the flashing lightbulb that would have just appeared over his head if this had been a cartoon. Grabbing his jacket he quickly left his apartment, he had to get to work, and he had to borrow something that would allow him to tell (Y/n) how he felt without actually having to try and get over his shyness and fear of rejection.

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Arthur peaked out from his door, finally seeing (Y/n) return from her meeting, carrying a bag of heavy groceries that he knew she had bought to ensure that he ate. Now he just had to wait for the perfect opportunity to put his plan into action.

A couple of hours had passed, and Arthur stood outside (Y/n)'s door, he could hear the sound of her taping on her keyboard through the thin wood, and he knew that it was now or never. He had torn out the pages from his journal that he had written about (Y/n) on, tied them up with a ribbon and had placed them on the mat in front of her door. With a quick knock, Arthur rushed back to his apartment ready to put the next part of his plan into action.

(Y/n) opened the door, looking confused as there was no one to be seen, but as she went to make her way back inside, her eyes fell on the neatly tied up paperwork that had a label attached saying 'PLEASE READ', in what she recognised as Arthur's hand. Smiling brightly, (Y/n) picked up the papers, chuckling at Arthur's silliness.

As she sat down, she removed the ribbon, her eyes growing wide as she read the paper that was on the very top.

'(Y/n), I know that my writing is nothing compared to yours; but this allows me to tell you how I really feel about you. Arthur X.'

(Y/n) began to read, a tear slowly making its way down her cheek as she read all the wonderful things that her sweet Arthur thought and felt about her, how he wished he could tell her all these things instead of just writing them down, and how he wanted her in his life all the time.

(Y/n) grabbed the papers, threw open her door, and rushed towards Arthur's apartment. As she raised her hand to knock, she noticed that the door was already ajar, and from inside she could hear strumming on the strings of a guitar, as a soft, yet beautiful voice began to sing.

"I can't count the times
I almost said what's on my mind
But I didn't
Just the other day
I wrote down all the things I'd say
But I couldn't
I just couldn't"

(Y/n) leaned against the door frame, hugging Arthur's papers to her chest, listening to his amazing voice fill the air. 

"Baby I know that you've been wondering
Mmm, so here goes nothing

In case you didn't know
Baby I'm crazy 'bout you
And I would be lying if I said
That I could live this life without you
Even though I don't tell you all the time
You had my heart a long, long time ago
In case you didn't know"

(Y/n) sighed happily, knowing that Arthur was singing to her, that he had planned all this just to tell her how he really felt.

"The way you look tonight
That second glass of wine
That did it, mmm
There was something 'bout that kiss
Girl it did me in
Got me thinking
I'm thinking
All of the things that I've been feeling
Mmm it's time you hear 'em"

(Y/n) smiled, remembering the night that she had bough wine to Arthur's apartment, and the two had drunk to a point where they had begun flirting outrageously, the flirting culminating in the most amazing kiss that she had ever experienced, a kiss that she would never forget.

"In case you didn't know
Baby I'm crazy 'bout you
And I would be lying if I said
That I could live this life without you
Even though I don't tell you all the time
You had my heart a long, long time ago
In case you didn't know

You've got all of me
I belong to you
Yeah you're my everything

In case you didn't know
I'm crazy 'bout you
I would be lying if I said
That I could live this life without you
Even though I don't tell you all the time
You had my heart a long, long time ago
Yeah you had my heart a long, long time ago
Mmm, in case you didn't know
No, no in case you didn't know"

When Arthur's voice died away, (Y/n) stepped in front of his door, taking a deep breath she raised her hand and knocked; as Arthur opened the door fully (Y/n) flew into his arms, papers dropping to the floor as she held on to him tight.

"Oh Arthur, I'm crazy about you too." (Y/n) told him as he brushed his fingers through her hair, his heart beating faster as their lips finally met.

Arthur knew that faint hearts never won fair maids, but the feelings of a true pure heart expressed in music and words had won his fair maid.