#inapaha

t h a n k f u l l y— his new partner doesn’t mind how tactile he really is (or so he assumes) and hey when you’ve come back from the dead you’d want to touch everything you could too. because there’s no scars and he’s naked as a newborn babe. he’s the man before he was the monster and makeup will only do so much to hide that fact.

fingers crawl light and brief along the curve of wo fat’s spine, a sing-song hum slipping free as he licks his lips and peeks at the dastardly plans the smaller man has managed to cook up. now he’s not regretting accepting the offer and lets out a bark of laughter as he darts away light and flighty, taking a seat atop the desk and crossing his legs at the ankles.

“You want a plant? I’m sure I can find you something with a little  b i t e .”

he’s already thinking of some of pamela’s snapdragons (here’s hoping his partner doesn’t mind something with a bit more teeth). so maybe joker is smearing blood over the table edge and coating dark hair with it as he rakes his hands along his scalp. see, he’s taking a break from his tall dark bat in the other room and ramped high on adrenaline.

“Came to help, you’ve got that stuck in the mud sort of look to those pretty pretty eyes. Looks like you need to come up for air.”

fingers snake around the tie his partner wears. tugging lightly, almost playful as his eyes dance manically and lips twist into a vicious grin (though he’s like a pit bull shivering and aching to be set loose).

“No one recognizes this pretty face I’ve got. C’mon say yes, the map will whisper all it’s little secrets to you later.”

joker expects pain in retaliation for being so forward, so bold, and he’s almost trembling with anticipation. funny how he’d found such a kindred soul similar yet opposite (wo fat is controlled dangerous calm and he’s like napalm in the face).