His Princess

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It's nine.

Up time.

She's gotta get up.

Now.

Right now.

Can't sleep.

Gotta wake up.

Joker stares down at Billie, a frown etched into the features of his face. Billie should be awake. At nine. Every day. She always wakes up at nine. Not later or sooner.

He stalks out and orders one of his goons to wake her up while he "positions" himself at the dining room table. Though Billie's awakening isn't as he hopes it to be.

The goon simply rolls her off the bed. When the thud sounds all he can do is roll his eyes. "He really is a pain in the ass", he growls.

Billie opens her eyes and hopes to find that this is all some twisted nightmare and that she's really at home, with Sebastian. But that isn't her bed, those aren't her sheets and this isn't her room.

She sighs and stands up, spotting someone standing by her door a mascots head covering their face. "He wants you down in the dining room. You have a minute to get there before you're locked in here again". "I-I'm not wearing any clothes though". "Not my problem. Go".

Billie sighs and stalks out the door. "Thirty seconds". She runs down the wooden stairs and nearly trips on her own two feet. She runs to the dining room and stops just before entering.

Joker looks at her with a grin. "Hello Princess". Billie looks at him and is almost immediately sick. She looks down to avoid his gaze and stands completely still. "C'mere". Billie shakes her head before she's being pushed into his direction. She plants get feet into the ground and tries to fight against the push, but it's no use.

Once she's in front of her captor, she looks away from him, her eyes turning towards the foods laud on the table. "Hungry"? Billie doesn't answer, just stays silent. Like she didn't hear a thing. "I would appreciate you not ignoring me. Daddy doesn't like it".

Billie turns her head to him with a glare. "Why don't you try answering my question? Are you hungry"? "Considering you kind of took me away before I could eat dinner, yeah. A little". He laughs and turns to her, suddenly standing in her face. "All that chit chat's gonna get ya hurt". " 'M not afraid". "Ya should be".

He sits back down at pats his lap. "Sit down Princess". "Why can't I sit in a chair"? "C'mon Princess. Sit in daddy's lap". Billie stares at him and simply shakes her head.

Rolling his eyes, the man pulls her into his lap. He grabs her jaw and growls. "Don't disobey me Princess. I'm in charge. You. You have no control. You simply get to listen with those ears". He pauses and grabs the knife off the table. "If you can't do that, maybe I should just cut them off. You don't need what doesn't work. This might hurt a bit". "I'm sorry! I'll listen! I swear it! Please"!

Joker laughs. Just simply laughs. But then, he's pressing the blade to her ear. "Tell daddy what you did wrong". Billie bites her lip and stares down at her hands. "Maybe I should cut out your tongue". "I didn't listen", she whispers. "Louder". "I didn't listen".

The cruel man strokes her cheek with a sigh. "Now, apologize to daddy. You hurt his feelings". "I'm sorry". "Ah ah ah. I'm sorry who"? Billie swallows her pride and sighs. "I'm sorry, daddy". "Good girl". 

Billie pulls her knees to her chest and sighs. "What do you want Princess? Anything... Catch your eye"? Just as Billie looks at the food her stomach sounds a loud grumble.

Smiling, the man sets his hand on her stomach. "Sounds to me like you are fairly hungry". "Toast is fine". "No. It isn't. Choose something else". Billie rolls her eyes and looks at the food again. "Pancakes"? Joker looks to his chef and lifts a brow.