You didn't know what time it was. But if you had to guess, you would say that it was really late judging by how dark it was outside in the city, the streets empty but lined with parked cars, The autumn breeze blowing back and forth with a bitter chill in the air.
Sitting there on the fancy ottoman in the corner of the room, the shutters down to the store front as he tried on various luxury suits that had been handmaid and with only the finest detail, it wasn't a rare occurrence for businesses he was paid to protect from gothams crime rate to supply him with anything he needed. Be it suits, cars, watches or arms. To be entirely honest with you, being Jack Napier probably meant that it was impossible for them to turn him down anyway.
"Doll" He eyed you in the reflection of the mirror as he played with the cuff links to the shirt he was trying on for size, noticing you sprawled out on the floor with your disney princess kids magazine, reading through the pages and looking at the photos. "Get up from the floor, little girl. Don't you fucking embarrass me"
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"It's fine, Sir" The tailor assured him, going out of his way to be too obliging, the only staff member allowed to be on the premises whenever Jack Napier was to be around, the owners shutting down shop specifically for his custom. "Really"
Taking his eyes away from you but not without giving you a warning look first, you furrowed your little eyebrows, not understanding what the big deal was about you lying on the floor with your magazines when you did it all the time at home and he never scolded you for it there.
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His men standing by the entrance like security guards, you looked at them curiously. Wondering why they were always around even when it seemed unlikely that anything would happen but you had never questioned your dada before on what he did for a living or why he was away from home so often. All he told you was that he owned a night club, that he was a businessman and not to pry where your little nose wasn't wanted. But you never saw him carrying a briefcase like all those fancy wall street type men did on the way to work in the morning when you were taking the train to go to the mall with your little backpack placed on the other seat so that nobody would sit next to you like he told you to.
