"Daddys home all day today

if ya wanna do something doll"

He told you lowly as you walked by him

in the kitchen where he was reading a copy

of the Gotham Times,

keeping up with current affairs in the city

which might have been some interest to him

and a glass of whiskey.

"I'm still mad at you daddy"

You furrowed your eyebrows,

clutching your favourite stuffie to your

chest for comfort,

looking through the cupboards for something

sweet to have for breakfast.

"Mad at me for what?"

He scoffed,

dropping the news paper onto the table,

his intense blue eyes falling onto you.

"As far as I remember,

You were the one testing my patience.

Not the other way around"

"You hit me"

You breathed out.

"No"

He told you firmly.

"I gave you spankies cos you were being a bad girl.

I asked you multiple times to stop

and ya wouldn't listen.

Don't act like I randomly fucking hit

you out of nowhere"

"Now I have bruises"

You avoided his eyes on you,

taking out some cookies and pouring yourself

a glass of milk.

"That's not breakfast baby"

He rolled his eyes,

taking the plate of cookies from you

and placing them somewhere you couldn't reach.

"My cookies!"

You cried.

"You evil man"

"Evil?"

He sucked his teeth in annoyance,

trying to keep his patience with you.

"A little extreme over a plate of cookies,

don't cha think sweetheart?"

Tears brimming your eyes,

he could tell you were about to have a tantrum,

lifting you up and placing you onto the

kitchen counter,

a warning look in his eyes.

"Don't start that shit with me.

I didn't fucking hit you.

You were acting out and you know it.

You cant eat that sugary shit for breakfast

because its bad for you.

If I didn't give a fuck,

I'd let cha eat what ya want,

trust me"

"Now we're going to have a good day,

you're gonna be a damn good girl and

I don't want to hear one bad word

from you alright?

Go get dressed.

Put something nice on and daddy will take

you out for breakfast hm?"