“i wouldn’t be bothering you here, but your people keep telling me you’re unavailable.” / @jokethur​ / from this meme
the moment he recognises the voice echoing through the parking lot, arkham feels the grip on his keys weaken. it leaves his throat dry just picturing the man which he now knows stands a few meters behind him ( for how long had he followed him ? how much had he seen ? ) . as jeremiah turned his back to his locked car, he saw him: lingering just outside the blinking halo of light in which the good doctor had parked . ARTHUR FLECK : the clown which had terrorised and been terrorised by arkham asylum .Â
jeremiah tried to find the man’s eyes but realised he couldn’t. the man’s brow casted a shadow which hid arthur’s familiar bright stare. dr. arkham would never admit it, but it frightened him to see his patient like this, out and about, with no straitjackets or security measures to HOLD HIM BACK. jeremiah did his best to appear calm and collected ( control , it was all about control ) but the tension on his shoulders was evident. he was painfully aware that both he and his staff had done plenty to arthur; some things according to procedure, others out of spite  --- either way, there was plenty of material to build a solid grudge.
dr. arkham slowly straightened his back, feigning confidence. he really wished he had taken his drops before leaving the club.
       “ --- i am . ”   he finally replied. jeremiah’s voice faded into the depths of the empty parking lot and, when arthur didn’t immediatelly reply, he decided to point out the obvious.  “ you’re not supposed to be out here , arthur . ”   he spoke in a low tone. that evening jeremiah lacked the usual snarkiness he was so keen to share with others but it did not matter; he’d rather be haunted by the fear in his voice than by arthur fleck’s silence.
