#sorry i'm just obsessed with the fact he got those nervous hiccups
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lyxchen · 5 days ago
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Kept thinking about this moment so I had to draw it :>
(Other version + reference is under the cut)
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elusive---ivory · 5 years ago
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Circus Act - 11
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Y'ALL THIS TOOK SOOO LONG I APOLOGIZE!! Like I said this thing is crazy, I hope y'all enjoy.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11
Sandy drove Arthur up to his apartment. Arthur got out of her vehicle.
"Arthur, wait." Sandy called, stepping out of her car.
Arthur paused, turning his head.
"Could I stay with you? Just for tonight. I don't mean to be an inconvenience, but I just don't want to be alone." Sandy said. She looked stressed.
"Of course." Arthur said.
Arthur wanted Sandy around more. He had notice her unusual behavior, especially after she had told him about her medication.
Sandy had trouble sleeping in Arthur's apartment. Arthur had invited her to sleep in the bedroom with him, but she was too nervous of what he'd think of her night terrors.
Arthur couldn't sleep, mainly because his mind was yelling at him for things that were out of his control.
He embarrassed himself with that clip. He felt stupid. Sandy couldn't possibly still like him now. Insecurity filled his mind. It was unbearable.
Arthur walked out of the bedroom, hearing soft sobs from the living room.
Sandy was crying in her sleep. Soon, her cries turned into wailing. Arthur ran to her side, gently waking her up.
"Sandy." He whispered.
She woke up, distressed, holding onto Arthur.
Arthur kissed her forehead softly, leading her into his bedroom. He held her close throughout the night. Keeping Sandy close to him ms
Sandy felt safe as she laid with Arthur. She was able to slept with him snoring beside her.
She'd never felt this safe before. She couldn't possibly sleep with Dennis in the bed. Dennis would try to make advances on her, or pretend to be cuddly just to whisper mean and horrendous things to her.
Sandy woke up in Arthur's arms, staring at his angelic face. He looked so peaceful. His eyes fluttered open. Arthur smiled at Sandy kissing her lips gently.
Arthur still couldn't believe Sandy was in his arms. Even after the humiliation from last night didn't turn her away.
"Ugh, I just remembered something." Sandy groaned, breaking the kiss. Arthur pouted.
Sandy giggled. "I have to go to Thomas Wayne's Campaign gala tonight."
This peaked Arthur's interest. "I thought you hated Thomas Wayne?"
Sandy took one of Arthur's cigarettes from the bedside table, and lit it. "I do. I have to go for my cousin, Destiny."
Sandy took a long drag from the cigarette. It had been a while since she had one. She didn't have the mental capacity to really go to the store to buy cigarettes.
"Do you have to go?" Arthur asked, looking up at her with his green puppy dog eyes.
Sandy giggled. "Yes, I do. Or else, Des will guilt trip me for not going." Sandy handed her cigarette to Arthur.
Arthur was still concerned, but it seemed reasonable to go. He took a long drag from the cigarette, tasting Sandy's lips on the butt.
Sandy walked into the kitchen, seeing newspaper clippings tapped around the kitchen. She turned on the coffee pot, feeling a slight jump from Arthur, who was hugging her from behind.
"Thank you for letting me stay." Sandy said, hugging him back.
Arthur hummed, still holding her close.
Arthur clinged onto this moment for a while. It was so foreign to him that he even had Sandy in his arms. Arthur thought a lot about what he did during the subway murder. Half of him did feel guilty about it, but he couldn't feel guilty for Dennis.
It disgusted him, knowing that Dennis almost had a baby with Sandy.
Arthur couldn't feel sorry for the bastard, yet he pretended to feel pity for him. Pitiful that his girlfriend was so much happier with Arthur, then she ever was with him.
Sandy was his now. No one else. He was obsessed with that fact. After Sandy had left Arthur's apartment, she accidentally left her coat. It was smaller than Arthur, but he held onto it for a while.
It was like she was still there, holding him.
"Oh, Sandy." Arthur whispered. He needed to give her coat back, but she was at the gala.
'Thomas Wayne.' He thought. This was his chance.
The town hall was massive. Sandy couldn't believe her eyes.
"Sandy!" Des said, sipping on champagne. Her dress was long and flashy, along with that her perfume just smelled of money.
Des gave Sandy a light hug before eyeing her outfit.
"Your prom dress, huh? I wouldn't expect you to wear anything different." Des sneered.
Sandy rolled her eyes. She didn't come here to be insulted right off the back. "Where's Dee? You told me she'd be here."
"She's over there at the buffet table." Des scoffed, disappearing into the crowd.
Sandy struggled getting through the crowd. Her heart started racing as she pushed through all the rich people in the room.
Finally, Sandy met up Dee at the table.
"Talk about flashy, huh." Dee commented.
Sandy nodded. She hated crowds, especially crowds of hundreds of rich people who couldn't give two fucks about anyone, but themselves.
Des began to start the event by getting up on stage, and tapping on the microphone.
"I'd like to thank my cousin, Sandy, for coming. It's been so rough for her since her boyfriend, Dennis, died, but the good news is he doesn't have to look at her anymore." Des laughed, meanly.
Everyone laughed as well, except Dee.
Sandy should've expected this, but she went anyway. Her nerves were bouncing all over the place. How could a large hall feel so goddamn small?
"I think that we all agree that we're all going through a difficult time, but we're all here for Mr. Thomas Wayne, and we're here to support him as he starts his campaign for mayor. So everyone give it up for Thomas Wayne." Des got off the stage after she introduced Thomas Wayne.
Sandy could care less what Wayne was saying. It all was the same.
Throughout his speech, he'd mention the subway killings, giving Sandy the final straw.
She felt captive, suddenly. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Sandy pushed through the crowd, trying to escape the hall.
Sandy found herself in the nearest bathroom, hyperventilating as she was having an anxiety attack. Her makeup was ruined from the tears that feel down her face.
After a while of panicking and crying, Sandy finally composed herself. She had to retouch her makeup, so that Des didn't make fun of her more.
Sandy walked out of the bathroom, still feeling miserable. In corner of her eye, she saw a bell hopper that looked that Arthur, walk into the theater by himself.
Arthur snuck into the gala, wearing a clever bellhop disguise. He saw Sandy walking out of the bathroom. God, did she look like an angel. He needed to focus. He had to confront Thomas Wayne.
He walked into the theater. Playing on the screen was an old Charlie Chaplin movie that everyone really seemed to be enjoying.
Arthur laughed, not the painful laughter, but a genuine laugh. He laughed at Charlie's antics on screen.
This was a rare moment for Arthur. He was happy, and joyous.
He had noticed Thomas Wayne from across the aisle of the theater.
Arthur followed him to the bathroom. While he was in the bathroom, he undid his disguise.
It was just Arthur and Thomas in the bathroom.
"Can I help you, pal?" Thomas asked, while standing at a urinal.
Arthur paused for a second, nervousness overcome him.
"I don't know what to say." Arthur said, in disbelief.
Thomas flushed the urinal, and walked over to the line of sinks across from the urinals.
"Do you want an autograph or something?" Thomas seemed annoyed, and kind of dismissive of Arthur.
Arthur took a gulp, and gently said "no."
He walked up to Thomas, as nervous as he was. Arthur needed to know the truth.
"My name is Arthur," he said, "Penny Fleck is my mother."
Thomas stopped washing his hands. His expression changed from annoyed to a more concerned look.
"Jesus." Thomas said. "You're the guy that came to my house yesterday."
Then, his look turned annoyed again.
"I'm sorry I just showed up, but my mother told me everything. I had to talk to you." Arthur's voice cracked.
"Look, pal, I'm not your father." Thomas interrupted.
Then, Arthur stood there confused.
Thomas chuckled. "What's wrong with you?"
Arthur was still confused, and a little hurt that Thomas was denying the fact that he was his father.
"Look at us." Arthur whispered. "I think you are."
"Well, that's impossible because you're adopted, and I never slept with your mother." Thomas blatantly said.
Arthur was taken aback. He stuttered, nervously. "No, I wasn't adopted."
"Your mother adopted you while she was working for us." Wayne explained, but Arthur already heard enough.
"Why are you saying this?" This was news to Arthur.
Thomas was saying all these things that didn't even make sense to him. It was madness.
"I don't need you to tell me lies. I know it seems strange. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable I don't know why everyone is so rude. I don't know why you are. I don't want anything from you, maybe a little bit of warmth. Maybe just a hug, Dad." Arthur yelled, almost about to cry.
"She's crazy." Thomas said.
Arthur started laughing. His painful laugh.
"You think this is funny?" Thomas proceeded to punch Arthur in his face.
"Touch my son again. I'll fucking kill you." Those were Thomas Wayne's last words before he walked out of the bathroom.
Arthur's laugh turned into hiccups as he looked at himself in the mirror. He had a bloody nose
Sandy walked back into the hall. Des was already drunk out of her mind.
"Hey, I'm sorry about the introduction. It was dumb and I'm sorry." Des yelled, even though she didn't have to yell.
"Yeah, it's fine." Sandy muttered.
"But, yeah it's true though." Des slurred. "That's why he always came to me."
"What?" Sandy was confused.
"Yeah, Dennis started fucking me after you went to hospital because he didn't want your crazy." Des confessed. "I'm telling you now that he's dead, because I didn't want to hurt your feelings."
Sandy couldn't believe her ears. "Are you fucking serious? He fucked you while I was locked up on suicide watch."
"Yeah, but you understand right?" Des said.
"Oh, I understand." Sandy grabbed a wine bottle, breaking it on her head.
Sandy walked out of the hall, while Des was screaming with blood streaming down her head.
"What did you do, Sandy?" Dee demanded as she confronted her.
"I did what I had to do, Dee." Sandy mumbled, with a cigarette in her mouth.
"You didn't have to do that. Look, I understand that Des is a dick. She stirs up old drama all the time. Why is this any different?" Dee asked.
"It's different, because she slept with Dennis. I already knew Dennis never fucking loved me. He destroyed me, Dee. He destroyed me without a purpose." Sandy screamed at the top of her lungs.
"So what, Sandy? You need to fucking grow up. I have to take Des to the hospital." Dee ran into an ambulance, not before Des flipped Sandy off.
Sandy sighed as she lit the cigarette.
She looked over and saw Arthur sitting on the curb.
"Hey." Sandy said, walking up to him. "Let's get you home."
Taglist: @princessgeekface, @gloomyladyy, @joker-flecked-me, @jokerflecker, @memory-mortis, @mr--clown
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