JOKER || LITTLE IMAGINES

Two || Vulgar

"They deleted my story daddy!"
You came to him in his office,
in tears,
sniffling uncontrollably as you stood
there in your little dress,
struggling to calm down.

An irritated sigh leaving his mouth,
he leaned back in his chair,
intense blue eyes falling onto
you with skepticism because it was a daily thing
for you to come to him in floods of tears,
being dramatic and acting like your life
was over for the smallest thing.

"Deleted what,
doll?"
He asked you lowly.

"My story!"
You cried.
"They deleted it.
I spent hours writing it on my laptop
and now it's gone
and I can't get it back.
I need you to go find them right now
and tell them they have to give it back to me!"

"I own a fucking nightclub.
I do shipments and deals on the side"
He scoffed.
"I'm not a fucking mercenary,
little girl.
I'm not just gonna go and
hunt somebody down because they deleted a fucking book on the internet"

"What?"
You breathed out,
furrowing your little eyebrows like
you just didn't understand.

"But I need it,
dada!
they have ruined my life!
Four weeks,
I have been writing my fanfiction book
and now they've deleted it and
I don't even have it saved anywhere.
You have to go right now and threaten
them to give it back to me!"

"One"
He warned you with his eyes,
a firm tone in his voice.

"I don't have to do shit.
Two,
how the fuck has it ruined your life?
What was it even about?"

"It was about tinkerbell!"
You choked out,
going off on a long story
about how tinkerbell leaves her homeland
and finds a new fairy village
where they treat her better and
she has a little house made out of a tea cup
with lots of little windows and
a dressing table so that she can put on
all of her outfits and see how they look
in the mirror.
"And then she meets a guy
but he isn't a fairy,
he's just a little person who didn't belong
anywhere else but he helps
around the fairy village and they fall in love
and then-"

"You didn't write about anything
you shouldn't have been?"
He cut you off.
"Hm?"

"No..."
You trailed off into a silence,
not quite sure if describing tinkerbells
dresses in detail counted
as something you shouldn't have been doing
but you decided that it was still best
your dada didn't know about it.

"You know,
this is exactly fucking why
I don't like you going on that internet"
He raised his voice at you.
"I have no idea what the fuck you're doing on there.
There's all kinds of fucking lunatics
on those websites,
writing pathetic little stories
about god knows what,
and you're on the other end,
feeding into that shit.
It's vulgar
and you don't need to be around it"

"Vulgar?"
You tilted your little head.
"What's that?"

"It's everything you are not fucking
permitted to do under my roof"
He told you.
"Do you understand that?"

"Yes daddy"
You huffed begrudgingly,
leaving his office to go back
to your computer to start a campaign
for your little tinkerbell book
and to get it reinstated,
making up a whole scenario in your head
about how it would go viral and
everyone would talk about how unfair
it was for them to remove a little girls book
from the internet because they were just too stupid and grown up to understand it,
and how it would be on the front cover of every newspaper in the country,
and maybe even internationally.
"I'm going to give them
a piece of my mind!
I want my tinkerbell book back
or im going to sue!!!"

"What am I gonna do with this girl?"
He muttered to himself,
reaching into the lining of his suit jacket
for a cigarette,
taking one out and placing it in
between his lips,
tossing the lighter onto his desk
after he lit it,
running a hand through his hair tiredly.

"Fucking fairyland,
hm?
wouldn't it be nice
if we could all be that deluded..."