JOKER || LITTLE IMAGINES

Twelve || Strawberry Milk

You had been getting in and out of bed all night,
sneaking off to your playroom
for an extra stuffie each time you would
remember that you had forgotten about one and worrying that they might be lonely.
Playing in the living room in the early hours
of the morning because you couldn't sleep,
and making a mess in the kitchen by spilling strawberry milk all over the countertops,
not even bothering to clean it in order to hide the evidence that you had ever been awake in the first place which is where you made a big mistake.

"What the fuck are you doing?"
You heard him scoff from behind you,
freezing as you were stirring the strawberry milkshake powder around in the glass to mix it,
turning to face him and
standing there in your little pyjamas.

"Um...."
You trailed off into a short silence,
trying to think of any excuse to tell him.
"I needed to use the bathroom
and then I got thirsty"

"Right"
He looked at you,
his eyes falling over the white liquid that
seemed to be on every single surface.
"And that's why there's milk
all over the table,
hm?
Because you needed to go to the bathroom?"

A soft little sigh leaving your mouth,
you gave up,
placing your glass of strawberry milk
onto the counter and stalking
off to the bedroom.

"Uh"
He stopped you.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?
Clean it up,
little girl.
I'm not doing it"

"Ugh!"
You huffed cutely,
turning on your little feet
and heading back towards the kitchen.
"Why should I do it?
I'm just a baby!"

"Yeah,
sure you are"
He rolled his eyes at your little attitude.
"So much so that you think you can get in and out of bed all night,
fuck up my apartment
and I'm never gonna notice"

"Can I still have my strawberry milk?"
You asked him curiously,
too oblivious to read the room.

"I'm going to bed"
He told you firmly,
sucking his teeth in annoyance as he left you there,
disappearing into the hallway.

"Is that yes or no?
Daddy!"