His priced possession

Daddy J is home!

It is 8 pm and the Joker has been gone for three days now. I'm not worried because he always comes back. However Harley is worried sick. She keeps calling him and text him but he never calls or text back. Let's say he isn't the kind of guy who gives a fuck when someone is worried about him.

Joker took seven henchmen with him on his 'mission' and four henchmen are here with us. One of them is called Grumpy  because he is always so serious. I think I have never seen him laugh but he has one lovely gift: He is a great cook. The other henchmen are rather boring. They always keep an eye on me because they think I will run away again. The last time I ran away was two months ago. I couldn't sleep so I walked downstairs. That was a big mistake. I saw Joker killing three people with his gun and knife and I am not a girl who is used to that sort of things so I ran away in my night dress. The result of that was that I was tied to the bed for three days and became ill because of the low temperature outside. 

I was reading a newspaper on the bed ( I am not allowed to read newspapers because Joker wants to keep me away of the outside world as much as possible.) When I was done reading it, I placed it in my special place where no one will find it.

I was making myself ready to go to bed when Harley burst into the room. Her face looked rather mad.

"Whats the matter Harley? I want to sleep." I wasn't tired at all actually but I wanted her to go away. Since the moment I came here she was threatening me, and if I would say anything to Joker she would kill my parents and I think she meant every word of it.

"You have stolen my lipstick you ugly bitch!" She screamed it so loud that the whole house heard it.

"What the fuck Harley! What should I do with your lipstick? It really isn't my colour and I have my own lipstick!." She'll must have dropped it somewhere.

"You are just jealous because your ugly and I'm hot! Wait until Puddin hears this!" And with that she walked away and slammed the door shut. And that's how it goes around here. Me being accused of something I didn't do. But that's only Harley. The henchmen are not like her. They are always very quiet and they help me if I need anything. Harley is just angry because her Puddin is sleeping with someone else. He also wouldn't care if something happened to Harley. He would care if something happened to me. I am his little girl (that's how he calls me, along with some other names)

I was almost asleep when I heard the door open slowly. This time it wasn't Harley. (what a relief) The room was to dark to see who it was. The door opened and closed again so I thought I was alone again. But when the mattress sank in and I felt  two muscular arms around me, hugging me in a tight embrance I knew who it was. He was home.

He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear,

"Daddy is home baby girl."