#!Joker!

[argentarrogance]

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 || @fallesto × ] acceptingㅤ➠ ㅤJOKER

Ten years from now on would crawl through faster than than immovable queue of petrified hydra he got himself stuck in. Poising elegantly with crown of indifference or gliding down mound of ashes -- his punishment walks abreast with indefatigability. Waiting made even the air taste of brine. Woe to him, for six more people couldn't decide whether they wanted a large menu or a light snack down their stomachs. The only thing he wanted right now was that one pack of warm cheese-coated nuggets desired greatly once in a blue moon and what he couldn't get from regular store. Now, how hard was that to get?

Of course, on spot he could violate the law of motion divided by time ... but whilst endearingly taken by such oblique tergiversation to hold -- defiant of winds and walker on seas was sure he hardly flinched to give pretext for suspicion or exposure even though there was always time for degustation of forces. Coincidental or maybe not but rather sensational is the reflex that guides his vision to stray and not root on thoughts cultivating understatement. There was someone who visually did not seem to quite fit into locality frame of context, someone bluntly ignoring portion of food behind the table and rather tracing with mapping eyes; a count down to ease tightness in his face. This Gotham city sure was one hella suspicious place. Out of the whole line, he was the one he was looking at, and while it certainly wasn't prohibited by law to gaze at anyone he was piqued by ambiguity of such long pointed degree of fixed stare which he had noticed several times before. A curious amalgam of the anti-traditional and the modern.

Painted face pale ceruse, denoting suit once violaceous engulfed in a crumpled shade of defiled mulberry. His inner thunder rising. Lipstick smeared upon brim-contours reaching parabolic heights. Additionally, another thing that irked him more than green hair ( and a whisp of 'yoohoo~' lying unspoken but resonating so much from his countenance he expected to hear it aloud any minute ) he so tried to ignore when eyes ran over him ... not something that had to do with personal conception but rather a presentation of the external form reminding him of a clown ... but the worst part? The more Pietro looked at him the more he was smiling ... and it was that kind of smile that would prettily put on you lavallière decorated by poisonous malachites of distress.

― Huhh??? He compounded the problem by trying to make wrong things right. Pietro's sharp intake of oxygen via nostrils resulted in a brisk 'look-away' for a solid moment until secretion delivered recurrence and certainty that maybe this time the funny chap got bored of his prolonged act of ignorance except no ... still. Why. Why was he still staring?! ... past bearing, full of holes, intolerable. Eyes cerulean like wintry gales exposed with a slide of sun-dodging lenses, and as terrible as it was fascinating within absurdity of the moment the situation created a fusion of disparate elements; eye lock at length finally happened under timing such as pop of soda can that seemed louder than ripple of noises withindoors.

[hauntingrabbits]

comic

[animentality]

[jacocoon]

I forgive you Joker, U are a good boy

[animusrox]

"You Missed the Point by Idolizing Them" Starter Pack

[mildelectrocution]

Inspired by Darwyn Cooke's iconic Batman & Robin illustration, and the New Batman Adventures.

[jokerjokinghahaha]

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[mysterycitrus]

lbr he doesnt stand a chance against a real clownoisseur

[gentlemenprefergirlbloggers]

Tumblr halloween costume idea UwU

[paintedimagery]

This is stupid, I spent too long on this lmao

[onebadnoodle]

🃏 hero villain 🦇

[argentarrogance]

📜 !!

Send in 📜 and I’ll use this incorrect quotes generator using your muse and my muse. || @chaoticjoke

Joker, tending to Quicksilver's wounds: How would you rate your pain? Quicksilver: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.

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Joker: Am I in trouble? Quicksilver: Take a guess. Joker: No? Quicksilver: Take another guess.

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Joker: Gets down on one knee Quicksilver: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. Joker: Falls over Quicksilver: The poison is kicking in.

!! Is this now 'till poison do us part'??

[ideas-ideasideasideas]

Batman gives each of his Robins a different code to use when they’re in trouble and need immediate extraction. He promises that when they call, he’ll drop everything just to get to them, come hell or high water.

Jason, during his time with the League, shares his code with Damian, to be used “only in the direst of circumstances, when you have exhausted all other options.” He doesn’t know if Bruce will answer, given how fractured their relationship was before he died, but it is better than nothing. Every tool counts when they live such dangerous lives.

Damian uses it exactly once, and Bruce, who still feels the loss of his son like a yawning chasm in his chest, responds to it even though he knows it can’t be Jason because Jason’s dead. What he finds, instead of Jason, is a boy in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-small feet, with a face that Bruce sees himself and Talia in, requesting asylum from a grandfather who wishes to possess his body. Bruce doesn’t question how this boy who is so clearly his son knew the code. Talia al Ghul is resourceful and places family above all; the code is not beyond her abilities to discover, and she is not above using Bruce’s desperate love for his dead son to ensure that hers does not meet the same fate.

Bruce takes Damian in, because of course he does, and since Jason is dead he allows Damian to keep using the code. After all, it’s not like Jason is alive to use it, right? If someone uses the code, there’s no one it could be but Damian, right?

The next time the code is used, Bruce traces the location to Gotham even though Damian was supposed to be in Bludhaven visiting Dick. But whatever happened that resulted in Damian being in Gotham can wait, because he has already failed one son and he will not fail another, his son is in trouble and he needs to get to him, he needs to—

What he finds, instead of Damian, is a boy (just eighteen, too young, but also too old, but also he will always be a boy to him) in League garbs, drenched in blood from the tips of his midnight-black hair to his too-large feet (when had he gotten so big), wearing the face of his dead son.

(Who, maybe, just maybe, may no longer be so dead.)

[obiwan]

[livs-cooke]

ALIEN (1979) dir. Ridley Scott