Anon Request: Can you please do a imagine where jokers son takes the reader on a date, please?
I thought this would be an excellent story, and it certainly got my imagination going. I hope you all enjoy. And Anon, I’m sincerely sorry it has taken me so long to write this, but it’s here. I hope it’s up to your standards. Thank you for the request xx.
He would arrive in the cafe and sit by a window seat every morning at 8:00am sharp after buying a Gotham Gazette newspaper. He would read it for ten minutes before ordering the French vanilla cappuccino with a double shot of vanilla and cinnamon on top. After another ten minute interval of reading, he would order one of his two preferred breakfasts: the Creme Brûlée French Toast or the French Breakfast Sandwich. One of your little past times was to guess which meal he would order each day. Yep, you had memorised his morning routines at the cafe down to a ‘t’.
It had started off just as quiet greetings and smiles. You later started using names, this was then when you began to really realise you had a significantly massive attraction towards him. He was gorgeous. Rich brown hair styled in a modern, slicked-back haircut. He had a defined jawline and high cheekbones, but his eyes, in your opinion, were the most interesting. One was startling green, the other a dark, rich brown. Usually, this would give anyone an unusual appearance, but it made him all the more enticing. He seemed to find you enticing too because you would catch him glancing at you from behind his newspaper, or over his mug. You would quickly look down, blushing profusely. You swear you’d see him chuckle then. This morning was no different.
He came in dressed in his expensive looking, perfectly fitted suit, parking his sleek black Jaguar XJ directly in front of the cafe. Lately, he would greet you as he entered.
“Good morning y/n. How are you?” He would ask sincerely, just like every weekday this past week.
“I’m good, thank you, can’t complain. And yourself Mr Kaltern?”
“Well I can’t complain either,” He would say amused, flashing a huge, white smile, and going to his morning breakfast routine.
You could never help but wonder what he did for a living, he couldn’t have been much older than yourself. Nineteen, possible twenty? Yourself, on the other hand, had turned eighteen three months ago and was staying home an extra year to save money for college, something he apparently did not need to do.
You started making his cappuccino, ensuring it was perfect and the pattern on top was flawless. It was. Before the waitress had even come back from his table with his order, you pushed it to the front of the bench.
“Jesus y/n. You need a hobby, knowing a strangers order is creepy.” Natalia, a friend of your since last year. A bit of a partier, long red hair and angular features. She loved poking fun at you, and you wouldn’t know what to do without her. She’d been there for you in some of your worst times.
“Shut up Nat. Just take it to him in a couple of minutes if you want to serve him a cold coffee.” You rolled your eyes as she huffed and walked off.
“Whatever stalker,” she sang.
At that, you glanced over at him and realised he was watching you. Before you could look down embarrassed, he gestured towards the mug and motioned for you to come over. Sighing you walked over to his table, feeling Natalia’s eyes on your back. Hopefully, your aunt wouldn’t have a fit because you left the barista station. Once you were within hearing range of his table, you thought saying something might be the better move opposed to smiling and blushing awkwardly.
“Well, this is embarrassing.” You said sheepishly.
“Not at all, if anything I should be embarrassed. I do order the same things every day.” He gave you a crooked smile, his two, completely different eyes mirroring in sparkling amusement.
“Was there anything else Mr Kaltern?”
“Please y/n, call me Adrian. I think we’re past the formalities, don’t you?”
“Well guess so,” you looked at each other a little longer than necessary before you realised it could be awkward, “Oh, would you like me to take your order?”
“Yes, why not. French toast?”
“Of course.” You walked off to give the order to the kitchen, feeling far more elated then you had been a couple of minutes ago.
After getting scolded by your uncle and an excited look from Natalia, it was back to work for you.
You were in the middle of cleaning the coffee machine before you realised someone was leaning on the bench. Looking up, expecting to see an inpatient customer, you started to see two different coloured eyes.
“Adrian! Were you served?”
“Yes,” he smiled, amused at your reaction. He suddenly became nervous, relaxed but certainly nervous. “Actually, I was wondering if you, uh. I know this is out of the blue, but I was wondering if you’d want to come out to dinner with me tonight?” He looked at you with uncertainty, obviously thinking you would laugh.
“I-I, yes. Okay. Sure. Yes.”
“Yes?” he seemed genuinely happy that you hadn’t laughed.
“Yes, it sounds great. Um, where would we be going? Do you want me to meet you somewhere?”
He chuckled, the first time you’d heard him laugh…why did it sound chillingly familiar? “We’re going somewhere nice.” You gulped, “Here, write your address, I’ll pick you up?”
He slid a napkin over. Grabbing a pen in your pocket, you hastily wrote your address on the paper. Looking up and grinning.
“What time?” You needed to know how much time there would be available to prepare and most likely freak-out.
“I’ll be out front at eight o’clock.” With that, he gave you a generous tip and walked out. His hands were in his pockets, but he was definitely looking triumphant.
******
It had taken you over an hour to prepare properly. You finally figured that you were suitable to go out with a guy you barely knew but was immensely attracted to. Thank God the feeling seemed mutual. With five minutes to spare, you checked over yourself in the mirror, feeling a sense of achievement. You looked pretty good, making sure you chose an outfit that would impress. A dark, navy number that complemented your y/s/t features nicely.
There was a knock on the door. It was eight o’clock. Exactly eight o’clock. You went to the door and saw him standing there. Those eyes making you feel elevated once again.
“You look amazing.” He said, awe obvious in his tone.
“Thank you,” you looked down at your feet, blushing.
“Shall we.”
“Sure.”
As he began driving, you realised he seemed to be driving a little too fast. 30km/h too fast to be precise.
Grabbing on to the chair, you decided to speak up, “Hey listen, I know this is your car, but I would really prefer if you would slow down. Like, stay to the speed limit slow down.”
“Of course, sorry.” he smiled sheepishly.
“Do you usually drive like that?” Your heart was beating profusely, still catching your breath,
“More or less.”
You wondered what you were getting yourself into.
*****
It was a fantastic night. The both of you had fallen into conversation effortlessly. You were now parked outside your apartment. You finally worked up the courage to ask the questions you hadn’t wanted too in public.
“How old are you Adrian?” He seemed surprised at the question.
“Twenty one next month. Why’s that?”
“You just… you just seem very well off. What do you do for a living?”
“I uh. Um.” He breathed in deeply, exhaling through his nose and chuckled. “I don’t want to tell you something that will scare you.”
“Nothing could be scarier than your driving and having to eat in the middle of a restaurant where all those people have too much money for there own good.”
Adrian laughed loudly. It was definitely familiar, you just couldn’t pinpoint where you’d heard it before.
“Can I trust you?” He’s turned towards you, his rare eyes searching yours. Somehow, you felt he would be able to tell if he couldn’t or if you lied straight away.
“Yes.” You were slightly afraid, but it made you feel excited. Grown-up even.
“Okay,” his eyes made confirmation, “I work in my fathers business. He’s certainly not the cleanest businessman, but he’s a smart one. He’s taught me everything I know.”
“A your father is?”
He sighed deeply, “The Joker.”
Then it hit you. His too familiar features, and his laugh. Although you’d never admit it, it could put chills down your spine.
“Oh” was all you said.
“You can’t tell anyone.”
“That sounded childish,” you said with a sly grin,
“You may not believe me, but if you were to let it slip… things may not turn out so great for you.”
“Great as in?”
He made the slitting throat gesture. You felt weak in the stomach.
“I won’t tell.”
“You’d better not... but I feel I can trust you. Something I got from my father apparently.”
With that, he gave you a kiss on the cheek and opened the car door for you. You walked out and watched him drive away.
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