RELAPSE - Arthur Fleck | Joker FANFIC/LOVE STORY

Chapter 13: Our Date

💟A little bit of fluff.💟

Anon's POV:

I set all of my bags on the kitchen table and huffed from the exhaustion of having to carry them so far. After I got off work, I went and bought myself some new "Wayne Tower-worthy" clothing and groceries. I separated the groceries, some were to replace Sophie's food that I had been eating and the rest were for dinner at Arthur's tonight. I decided on spaghetti because it was the easiest thing to make out of the very few things I knew how to make. I put the groceries where they needed to go and then decided to get cleaned up and changed for tonight.

Since I did tell Arthur it was a date, I decided to actually dress up. I bought a simple, but pretty, dark green dress. Nothing too crazy. I touched up my make-up, let my hair down out of the ponytail, and sprayed on some perfume. Once I was done getting ready, I studied myself in the mirror for a while. I was seriously about to go on a date. With Arthur. My cheeks turned red and I felt butterflies in my stomach as I gently touched the necklace that he gave me. This is crazy. How is tonight going to go? How is this going to affect our friendship? I needed to stop thinking so much and just go ahead and go over there.

As I walked out of the bathroom, Sophie and her daughter walked into the apartment. Sophie looked me up and down with surprise, "Anon, you look pretty. Did you already meet someone at work today?"

I gave her an awkward laugh as I gathered the groceries I needed for tonight, "No, actually, I'm cooking dinner. Over at Arthur's."

She raised an eyebrow at me, "Oh, really? Is it a date or..." I nodded my head and waited for her to say something else, which took a minute, "You will have to tell me how that goes." I flinched at the way she said it, like she expected it to go bad. I almost asked her why she said that, but I decided to just tell her goodnight as I gathered my things and then headed over to Arthur's.

I knocked on his door and ran my hands down the skirt of my dress. It didn't take long for Arthur to open the door. He was wearing dark blue pants and his usual white, collared shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to right below his elbow. His hair was brushed back neatly and I could actually smell his cologne over the smoke. "Hello," he looked me up and down, "Anon, you loo--you... Is that a new dress?"

"Yes, I bought it especially for tonight. I brought stuff to make spaghetti, I hope that is okay." I smiled and held up the bags I had in my hands.

He jerked his body forward and took the bags from me, "Let me get those for you." He moved to the side so I could walk in and I automatically made my way to the kitchen. I started looking around the cabinets, to find the pots and pans I needed to start the spaghetti, and Arthur started taking the groceries out of the bags and setting them on the kitchen counter.

"Is your mom going to join us for dinner?"

I saw him, in the corner of my eye, look at his mother's room and then go back to his task at hand, "She is already in bed asleep. She was having a bad day today."

"Oh, I see. Well, hopefully tomorrow will be a good day for her."

When I finally started cooking, I tried to get Arthur to sit down and relax since I was the one that offered to make dinner, but he was adamant about helping. So we worked as a team. He actually seemed to be pretty comfortable in the kitchen, even though I never really saw him cook all that much.

Once dinner was ready, we placed all of the food on the kitchen table and sat down. Arthur was, of course, a gentleman and pulled a chair out for me and pushed it in a bit as I sat down. Then he took the seat directly across from me and we started eating.

For a while, we ate silently until Arthur finally broke the silence, "So, how was your first day at Wayne Tower?" It was a serious question, but I noticed the very slight feeling of distaste he had when he mentioned Wayne Tower. He gave me a huge smile, probably trying to compensate for his negative feelings about my job.