"Doll"

His eyes fell onto you standing

at the french doors,

pulling on the handle to go into the garden

and look at the flowers.

"Put something on if ya going

outside alright?"

"But it's hot out"

"It's fucking October"

He scoffed.

"Where the fuck is it hot huh?

Why are you always trying to start

something with me little girl?

Can't cha just listen for once?"

"You're controlling my life"

You breathed out.

"Just because you're my daddy doesn't mean

you can tell me what to do"

Sucking his teeth,

he tried to keep his patience with you.

"Baby.

The word is about someone who has authority.

What the fuck are ya talking about?

Put something on,

It's freezing out there"

Sighting softly,

you fetched your cardigan from the living

room where you had left it earlier,

pulling it on and stepping closer to him

so he could do the buttons for you.

"Are you happy now?"

You asked him begrudgingly.

"I look like a grandma"

"You look adorable"

He cooed at you,

a smug smirk forming on his face.

"How am I supposed to pretend im some kind

of ethereal angel living in a heavenly flower garden if I have to wear this?"

You walked away from him,

stepping out onto the back patio that

led into the garden.

"Heavenly flower garden?"

He muttered under his breath,

rolling his eyes at how innocent you were,

always fantasising

in a place like Gotham.