Prompt: What to have for dinner – with someone who can't decide.
Suicide Squad Joker, possible OOCness.
The Joker was the Clown Prince of Gotham, fear by many and someone who kills who he wants when he wants. He was someone you'd think would be attracted to the same sort of crazy not a short shy, soft spoken girl.
As he entered his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him, the familiar sound of video game shooting met his ears. As quietly as he could, he peered into the room from which the sound emerged from to see the sight of his adorable Little Lamb sitting on her kitten patterned beanbag, legs pulled to her chest and chin resting on her knees as she player Fallout.
Her albino white hair fell to her shoulders with a cute curly wave to it. They bounce as she turns her head towards him, a wide smile dancing onto her face as her blue orbs catch sight of him.
"Mister J!" She abandons her game and quickly makes her way to his open arms. Placing her arms on his shoulders, and reached up on her tip toes to place a kiss to his lips. The Joker's hand came to rest on her hips.
He smiled, placing his forehead against hers, "How's my little lamb? Not to lonely I hope."
She gave a soft titter, "No, but... I did miss you, even if you were only gone for a few hours."
Her cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, in no doubt embarrassment. The Joker laughed, placing a kiss to the side of her head, he said, "Well I missed you too."
His Little Lamb let out a giggle, her eyes squinting slightly with her smile. Her smile making him smile.
"How about some dinner?" He questioned.
She gasped, "Oh! Oh! Could we have Chinese?!" she stared up at him with wide eyes that he could never find himself saying no too. The Joker brushed some of her hair behind her ear and stroked her cheek.
"If my Little Lamb wants that, then we have it," He then backed away, mockingly bowing to her. She giggled, pecking his cheek in thanks.
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"Oh! What about Thai instead! or.. or..!" She looked cute as she stared at him with curiosity and her inability to decide what she would want.
The Joker simply laughed at her, a soft look in his eyes as he continued to what his little Lamb name different types of foods. Placing his tattooed hand over her mouth had her silenced, she blinked twice before blushing and squeaking out a 'sorry'.
"How about we stick with Chinese?" He moved his hands back to her hips, "Then we can have a lovely bubble bath," he waved his hand in a 'imagine it' way.
She gasped again and grinned, nodding her head before her eyes widened with an idea, "Or we could hav-" she was cut off by the Joker placing his lips on hers. She melted against him.
He chuckled against her lips, "You could talk someone's ears off, Little Lamb - you're lucky that I find your voice so enjoyable to listen too."