JOKER || LITTLE IMAGINES

Four || Dress

You stepped into his office with a
piece of paper in your hands,
the little dress you had on almost
falling off of you,
it was so big but you were
such a lazy little thing that you
didn't feel like taking it off or spending
the time trying to find something
that fit better in the closet.
So you just kept it on,
making him laugh to himself
every time he saw you.

"Yes?"
He looked at you,
noticing you had been standing
there for some time,
you were just waiting for him
to see you because you were so shy.

"Um..."
You trailed off into a small silence,
almost forgetting your words because
it was making you nervous.
"I wrote a song about you"

"You wrote a song about me?"
He narrowed his eyes at you,
how you would do the most peculiar little
things at the strangest of times,
but you tended to be lost in your imagination
and in your own little bubble
the majority of each day
and he just left you to get on with it.
"Why?"

"Because I want to show you"
You breathed out quietly.

"You want to show me?"
He chuckled at your innocence lowly.

"Alright,
you go ahead"

Clearing your little throat,
you took a step back as if he already
couldn't see you well enough,
opening your little mouth
as you sang the words.

"Daddy,
I love you but you hurt me.
Daddy-"

"Okay..."
He muttered under his breath,
making a funny face,
taking the piece of paper from you
and placing it onto his desk,
taking you into his arms
and setting you onto his thigh.
"We'll do more of that later,
hm?"

"You didn't like it?"
You looked at him with cute little eyes,
so fragile,
that he knew you would burst into tears
if he gave you the smallest inclination
that it was terrible when you spent
so long on it.

"Oh,
it was great"
He played it off,
diverting your attention accordingly,
a fake grin forming on his lips
to reassure you.
"Now let's do something about this dress,
huh?"