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@artibcs​:

Fighting sentences || accepting!

“Black? Wot n’ the world are ye goin’ on about?” The ringmaster questions, feigning ignorance as he turned to face the taller man. The smile on his lips is strained, as if worried that somehow the circus’s dark secret had finally been caught. “This here is me home, ’m not actin’ any differently than I ‘ave before.” He was still the same Joker, in his mind.

Sure, he might be more closed off than he had been. But that was only to protect his family from the pain of his death if — and when they were finally caught.

@courteous-corvus​

At first, Sebastian barely acknowledged Joker had said anything. He rapped the back of his knuckles against iron. To keep magnificent creatures confined, against their free-roaming nature, seemed a great injustice.