Disrespectful // Joker x OC

3. Budda-Bing, Budda-BOOM

The sunlight shines through the shades and glows on my face. The brightness slowly but surely wakes me up. My eyes shortly open and scans my huge surroundings. I then stretch my limbs out, causing a few clicks for satisfaction. After that I look to where my baby was supposed to be, but she was missing. Even though I had just got her yesterday, I've developed a HUGE connection for her. So me not seeing her there, worried me. I literally roll out of bed and land on the floor, making a loud thud. And thankfully I just land on my back. I quickly sit up, only to come face to face with a weirdo.

"Wow, OK! You're still here? This is either a good story, OR, you are just attracted to me. JK, I know this is a great story, because it is all about me! Well if you're wondering or struggling to remember what previously happened last night, then scroll back up and reread. But to those with elephant brains, let's continue. Cause I got a kitty to find."

I get up on my feet and leave my room. I travel down the stairs and my first instincts were to check the kitchen. But much to my disappointment, it was empty. I then make my way to the lounge and see her scratching a couple holes in my couch. My eyes widen, "Narla! No, baby." I rush to her and pick her up. I then give her nose a little smack, "No scratching mummy's couch." I growl. "Why my couch and not your toys?" I then hear her stomach grumble and I feel mine do the same. I look down at our belly's and then into her bright blue eyes. "Food must be devoured!" I declared and return back to the kitchen. I place her on the island table. I grab the bottle of milk and tip it in a baby bottle. I then place the drink into the microwave to warm it up. After setting the timer for 30 seconds, I quickly race to make me some fruit loops. But once I finished tipping in the fruit loops, the microwave beeps to a finish. I grab out the bottle and tip some on my forearm, only for it to be a little too hot. I place it in the freezer and take my time with pouring in my milk. When I put the cap back on, I see Narla walk up to my left leg and rubs her head against me, purring as she does it. I smile down at her and take a spoonful of breakfast into my mouth. I check on the bottle and it was just right. I pick up my cereal and make my way to the lounge, "Come on, baby!" I call and watch as she hops behind me, which makes my heart melt. "How cute!" I squeal.  I then sit the bowl on the coffee table and shovel 3 big spoonfuls into my gob. Narla hops on top of my lap as I switch the TV on, and to switch it onto a movie. To my luck '2 Fast 2 Furious' was playing and I smile in joy. I put down the remote, shove more food into my mouth and then bottle feed Narla.

*Time skip 

It has been almost 2 hour since the movie and I've just finished a well needed shower. But my crazy mind decided to piss me off by replaying last nights event with Joker, reminding me about my deal with Roman. "Great." I groan as I slick back my long and damp hair. I look outside into my backyard and see Narla playing around in the grass. I smile at my gift. She was a natural hunter since she was fast enough to hunt and kill a bird. But! Blood coated all over her white fur. I laugh at the mini killing machine and go outside. "Bath time, Narla." I sing. However, she didn't hear me. She was too busy hunting for more. I roll my eyes at her resemblance of me and walk up to her. As she was getting ready to pounce, I quickly grab her by the waist and hold her close to my chest. Her being a sore little loser, she decides to chew and gnaw on my arm, which only did very little damage. It only felt like a satisfying pinch, if that makes sense. The tiger then clings onto the chew toy of an arm and inserts her claws. "OK. Ow." I say trying to stroke her fur while I walk her inside. She shortly calms down and before we could make it to the hallway, there is a loud knock on the front door. I then change my journey to the front door and look through the peep hole. "Misty! Open the door." Kale demands.

"What's the password?" I say, with a pissed off tone.

"Open the fucking door!" He bangs on the door again.