Demon Joker and the Artificial Lake
This isn't a cosplay post, but I think you might want to know about this dream I had last night, because it was STUNNING. I didn't want to wake up, I was so intrigued by what I was seeing/experiencing. I don't always dream like this, but yeah, sometimes my brain conducts some heavy-duty shit. It happened a lot more when I was a kid, not so much now, so when it does, I'm like wow.
So it was like an AU to Suicide Squad. Joker was a monster, or a demon -- I'm not sure. The story I gathered is that he used to be locked up, but Harley set him free. He was huge, like 7-8ft tall, lean, long-fingered and SO gorgeous. He must have been part bat or spider because he could fly and cling to structures, hang upside down or sideways underneath bridges, with eyes aglow. And he could infiltrate people's thoughts. He was almost like Dracula - if you came in contact with him and he wanted to possess you, he could make you think his thoughts and go looking for him no matter how dangerous it was. People could be momentarily possessed by his powers and climb, fly, or levitate. There was a woman looming at the balcony on the ninth floor of a hotel, overlooking the lobby, and she just plummeted with utmost serenity, to the horror of everyone else. I was that woman, and I survived unscathed.
The other main setting: a big, round, man-made lake with fair attractions at the center of town. Many went there to try and spot the Joker, as it was his haunting grounds. The lights are sparkling every color. There is an elaborate and mysterious structure at the center of the lake where a clown's mouth gapes into the water. The Joker keeps being drawn there, but resists, sensing danger. He does not know it, but his mind is being penetrated by an underground institution beneath the lake. They have bottled his powers, are using them against him, and wish to study him further.
These thoughts and inclinations, which are not his, are troubling him. He sits on the heads of stone figures at the city park's fountain, cradling his head in his hands, rolling his neck around, but he's losing control. There are onlookers as he dashes from the fountain and propels himself past the iron rails. He glides above the lake water, stirring the black and glowing ripples, and circles erratically about the structure at the center before he reaches the clown's mouth. He can't keep himself above the water. He falls beneath it as the water begins to sink inside the mouth's shaded opening.
Harley can no longer sense his thoughts. He goes out like a blip on the map. She must find and rescue him!
If no one else wants to draw this, I will, because ugh. It was something.