JOKER || LITTLE IMAGINES

Five || Gone

"Doll,
will you get this fucking cat out of here?"
He shouted for you from his office,
a little sigh leaving your mouth
as you got up from the floor where
you had your colouring books sprawled
out in the living room,
appearing in the doorway to see
the little ginger cat you had begged him
for and that he surprised you with a few weeks
ago before you quickly lost interest again,
on top of his desk and stretching out across it,
knocking multiple things onto the floor
in the process.

"Stop it charlie!"
You breathed out cutely,
furrowing your little eyebrows
because it had been acting out all day
and you were tired of having to get him
out of trouble.
"You're peeing me off!"

"Don't act like the victim"
He told you firmly.
"It's your fucking cat,
little girl.
You begged me to get you that thing for weeks.
I told you that you wouldn't take care of it.
I told you that you would get bored and
you didn't fucking listen to me,
as usual.
Now take it somewhere and
make sure it stays there"

"But he's intelligent"
You argued with your dada.
"He needs to roam"

"Then he can go be fucking intelligent
somewhere else"
He scoffed,
looking at you like
you were being difficult on purpose.
"Honestly,
I don't know why I bought you that fucking thing.
I know what you're like,
Sweetheart.
You get fixated on one thing after the other
and you never stick to them.
It's my fucking fault for going along with it"

"That's not true"
You choked out.
"I do my colouring all the time!"

"Oh,
that's why you haven't touched
all those fucking books
i bought you for Christmas.
Huh?"
He rolled his eyes at your little innocence,
the way you had little to
zero self awareness,
and how you were constantly asking
for one thing after the other just to barely use it,
if you used it at all.
"Get it out of here
and make sure that fucking thing
doesn't come in here again
cos next time,
he's gone.
You got that?"