#jokeer

“It looks terrible, like some sort of slop.” 

Those words had not only startled you, but also shattered your confidence. Something you had labored over for hours for your husband had come out terribly. One of the servants had unknowingly said so, while you were out of the kitchen but still within earshot. Sighing, you picked it up, and started to carry it to the trash.

However, you had forgotten that you had called Joker down to eat said cake. The door to the kitchen opened.

“Lord Y/N, are you in here?” Joker called out from the other end of the room. You had no other choice but to slide the cake behind you and squash yourself into the counter where you had placed it. “Are you okay?” His fretting warmed your heart and made you feel somewhat better. 

“Y-Yea, just fine.” Your nervous laugh didn’t fool him. 

“Are you sure?” He pressed on the matter, but not in a forceful manner. You were momentarily tempted to tell him what happened.

“Yes.” Your voice was quieter the second time you spoke. Joker nodded in a cautious manner. 

“Might I ask why you called me down here?” That only upset you further, reminding you of your “terrible” looking cake. He noticed and moved closer to you. “Lord Y/N...” At this point, he could guess that you were hiding something behind your back. “If something is troubling you, please let me know.”

“I guess I can’t hide it...” You fumbled awkwardly with your words, stepping out of the way. The cake was wide and round-ish, but short, with messy edges and uneven frosting. “I-I tried my best, but I don’t think it tastes good--it was for your birthday.”

“Nonsense.” Joker seemed pleased with your handiwork. “I am touched that you would make me such a magnificent gift.” With that, he bustled over to one of the many drawers in the kitchen and retrieved a knife and fork, as well as two plates. Without waiting for your consent, he cleanly, and gracefully cut a slice. Then he cut another. 

He placed each slice on an individual plate with a smile. To your astonishment, he was absolutely thrilled that you had made him something.

“I would be delighted if you would come eat with me, Lord Y/N.” His smile caused you to fluster, and you followed him in a hurried way. Eventually, the two of you sat at one of the many dining tables. You watched apprehensively as he took a bite.

“It’s delicious, lord Y/N. I’m delighted that you made this for me.” He complimented you without restraint. You became bashful under his lavish praise, looking away from his gaze. You sheepishly took a bite and you had to admit, it wasn’t half bad.

“Ah, lord Y/N...” Joker murmured, catching your attention. His fingers grasped your chin, and he was suddenly incredibly close. His eyes were loving, as his thumb caressed your bottom lip.

All too suddenly, he pulled away, leaving you bewildered. 

“You had frosting on your lips.” He stated in a pleased manner. You flushed a deep red at his teasing.