#pas de queue

BOLD what applies, ITALICS for what applies sometimes

𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒. moody | short-tempered | unemotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardlyno nono fear is fun | bitter | selfi(shhhhh) | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful (??? What was that?) | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky why don't you come and seeee ;) | absent-minded | abusive | addict(ed to ? Hm?) | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt (You know the thing about chaos? It's bare.) | cynical(ly an op-tim-ist) | cruel | depressed :'( ← aww look how S̵͉̉̔͝A̶̭̅̊̒D̷̤̦̓̎͝ boohohoo | DERANGED | egotistical (Starting to repeat yourself little bunny) | envious | insecureS̵͉̉̔͝A̶̭̅̊̒D̷̤̦̓̎͝S̵͉̉̔͝A̶̭̅̊̒D̷̤̦̓̎͝HA-HA | insensitive | lustfulllll ;))) why'dYOU wanna know come ask me | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naive

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒. honest????? | trustworthy????????? | thoughtful | caringi think you're confused | brave (okay better) | patientnevermind. | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous (Soso boring.) | mercifulHAH | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empatheticoops my hand slipped i'm yawning | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | FUNNY ← so judgy (boring) judgy; how a-bou-t: | GASOLINE |

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒. "art" | acting and you wouldn't even knowithahaheehaha | astronomy | animals ONLY BIG MEAN DOGS | archery | sports (is gasoline a sport??) | belly dancing | birdBAT watching | blacksmithing | boating (Ferries are fun, wasn't that FUN, batsy?) | calligraphy graffiti hahahaHA | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing (If it's big big trucks and BATPODS) | chess with people | music (BOOM!) | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise ?????? ;) | swordplay | fishing | gardening (you don't need to know what.) | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | INVENTING | leather-working | martial arts | meditation gasoline | origami WITH PEOPLE | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry (AHAHAHAH) | pyrotechnicsGASOLINE! | quilting | reading manualssssss | collecting | shopping ?? | socializing ???????????????? | storytelling (Come sit I'll tell you anything you didn't know you wanna hear) | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | yoga | gaming | surfingblah blahblah boring.

now it's your turn~

❝Yer not as light as ya look, Reeels,❞ to himself, because she's probably going out by now — oh, or not. Whoever slipped her that spike must not'a done a bang-up, did he? She's basically only half-drugged. Dramatic side-a tipsy, really. Nothing to worry about.

Looks like a guy.

❝ Well, you have a good eye, ❞ huskier, grittier, the paint-encased tongue goes, because this little unknown's leaning there like she doesn't mind an uninvited doorstop-gnome one bit. Yet.

Fluorescent light sends a couple blisters along the doctor's lenses, catching the drop of laughter sheltered underneath.

"Follow me?"

The Joker turns his chin, or it turns of its own accord, like a spasming tendon. Regardless: the slight motion is a point made.

"What, you think I ask these people to abandon their lives, their careers, their ideologies? Hm? Do you think these . . . innocent, modest people hear a few disorganized statements from a guy like me, a few little jokes, and decide overnight to turn to the dark side?" Wiggling fingers lined in purple leather. Spookyyy, says his wide, bottomless stare, but his voice doesn't.

"You got any idea what happens to the dreamers when their dreams die, Goldilocks? They corrode. And the thing about corrosion is it bleeds - keeps on going, spreading everywhere. Which is the point. See - me, I'm just a . . . messenger. Or a little footsoldier." Nods. Joker's eyes even glow, with the formulation of his rebuttal as it comes together. His very especial symphony. "I just spread what's already plain for everybody to see. If anything, you know . . . these people, yeah, these so-called innocents. . . . Well they were never really all that pure to begin with. Me; I just set them free."

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Sound of the overhead entry/exit detector coming on. Red sound, red as its light and just as angry.

"You know," as he was closing a door that bore an uncanny similitude to the inside of a vault, "they told me I wasn't right to come in here alone. Said I would have to come with an armed escort - well-meaning, but incorrect, of course. I have all the clearances."

Dr. Jonathan Crane relaxed both hands around the handle of his metal briefcase, in front of his body. The expression he wore was one of transparent, nigh on blissful triumph. He almost looked peaceful.

"The Joker," he said, velveteen voice welcomed by claustrophobic walls in a little white box. "In the very conspicuous flesh." One table. Two chairs. Handcuffs - and the hands they held were, somehow, still smeared with paint. "You've been in Arkham eight hours, without a single incident or conflict with inmates, staff, or guards, and you've already set off a stir."

You could feel it. Step inside the premises and it was like the place itself had been reconfigured on a chemical equation of unease.