Clown? Possibly.

Funny? Definitely.

[pale-mans-smile]

Gotham is a city built on legend. It thrives on secrecy, on shadows. Chaos, entropy is the city’s life blood.

The oldest legend in Gotham, is The Pale Man. Perhaps man, perhaps not. No one knows.

Have you seen The Pale Man?

AU’s:

Lovesick Au: Love is the funniest joke of all, and Jeremiah Arkham is the punchline.

Please beat Pj with a stick, he’s evil.

Trigger warnings ( will also be updated as needed): Drugs, murder, death, suicide, abuse.

Bigotry of any kind will not be tolerated.

[ruinedchildhood]

[phantomrose17]

[silly-jellyghoty]

[lenacraft]

March

[abstractandedgyname]

[pale-mans-smile]

There’s something to be said about colors. How they can define themselves without shape, just mere presence. Unless you’re colorblind. As much as he enjoyed purple, it was not his favorite. Despite his coat being a lovely shade he adored, the red accents of his rose he loved more. Bright red petals. So very eye catching.

It was time for a change. He was the ringmaster after all. He deserved to be eye catching. Isn’t that right?

“Mmmm hehehehahaHAHAHA— ahhh that’s better! Much more vibrant, don’t you all agree?”

[pale-mans-smile]

Katherine hadn’t wasted much time in making her way to Amusement Mile. Something about that Court Jester of Insanity called to her like a wound she could not resist picking, digging in to feel the familiar ache. So much felt uncertain for her; too many voices and whispers in her mind crowded out the surety of action she used to have, the concision of her conscious turning to confusion.

But this? This would always be something she could be certain about. Maybe a fight with the Clown Prince would set her right, or piss her off enough that equilibrium would be restored.

Knock, knock!

She calls out at the entrance of the abandoned amusement park, the eerie fog draped across the scenery adding to its ominous aura.

@batwoman-or-whatever

The fog was thick, leaving only silhouettes of the long dilapidated rollercoasters, fun houses, and even a Ferris wheel. It was silent beyond the quiet creaks of rusted metals.

There was a chain linked fence, cracked open with a No Trespassing sign— crooked and rusted.

In the fog all around her, there was a whisper of a laugh— like the wind itself was mocking her.

“Who’s there?”

No hint of apprehension. No lick of nerves or terror like a sensible rogue. No, he was happy to see her. Thrilled.

[batwoman-or-whatever]

Take a wild guess.

Katherine tapped her cowl so her thermal vision would take over while the computer system processed her environment through the fog. In one hand she held her python coil, poised to strike; in the other, a poison-laced Batarang with a new chemical formulation she was eager to try.

Surely no one thought she’d let all those chemicals at the plants she destroyed go to waste? That would just be foolish.

With the practiced poise of someone who’d moved into enemy territory many times before, Kate began a systematic sweep of the amusement park, hunting her quarry.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

She sang in an eerie singsong voice.

[pale-mans-smile]

The thermal vision only gave the cool outlines of the ruined, sad rides and games all around her. Like the park was rotting from the inside out. Perhaps it was. Perhaps it’d cave in with one wrong move, and that’s why he chose it.

As she stalked through the Amusement Mile, she could finally see the outline of a body. It warmer than the area around her but… far too cold to be living. The head turned and looked right at her.

Its laugh echoed all around.

“Little bat, little bat, fly away home. Your house is on fire and your friends are all gone.”

He sang right back to her, moving away— almost dancing.

[batwoman-or-whatever]

The body moved with an unnatural grace as it appeared to dance away from her, no doubt leading her further into the decaying stomach of the amusement park. Surely, some kind of trap laid in wait for her, its wide, gaping mouth poised to clamp down on her the moment she stepped within range.

Kate did not immediately follow the body. Tunnel vision would get you killed in Gotham. Rushing would you get killed too, just faster.

Instead, she began following the path of the body and the laughter accompanying it slowly, sweeping from left to right, right to left, systematically, just as she had done before coming across him. In some ways, she was dancing to her own tune, just as he was his - not a jaunt, but a waltz.

Kate was foolish but she was not stupid; the Pale Man's depravity surpassed even the scope of his legend. Coming alone was ill-advised enough as it was, but she was not going to embarrass herself by careening after him recklessly. Still, as she followed through the fog that only seemed to thicken, his words prodded at her skull, burning themselves as she considered their meaning.

Better to burn than drown by a mile. What good is a corpse if it can't wear a smile?

[pale-mans-smile]

The Pale Man continued to dance, twirling as his deep purple coat spun with him. The inside was checkered with lighter shades of purple. His suit was black, perfectly fitted as if he wasn’t one of Gotham’s most infamous villains. He laughed, and laughed all the way to the Funhouse Mirror Maze.

He waited at the gaping mouth of the building, shaped like a clown’s head. The mouth was open, and the dull pink carpet that rolled out resembled a tongue. It was filthy. The entire building was filthy. Paint chipped away from its balding head, the eyes having faded to a grey with no pupils, and makeup only remained in patches of faded colors.

He stood, waiting for her to join him.

“The Glasgow grin will be the last thing you see. Now please my dear bat, come follow me.”

With that, he waltzed inside. Now, the game began.

[pale-mans-smile]

Katherine hadn’t wasted much time in making her way to Amusement Mile. Something about that Court Jester of Insanity called to her like a wound she could not resist picking, digging in to feel the familiar ache. So much felt uncertain for her; too many voices and whispers in her mind crowded out the surety of action she used to have, the concision of her conscious turning to confusion.

But this? This would always be something she could be certain about. Maybe a fight with the Clown Prince would set her right, or piss her off enough that equilibrium would be restored.

Knock, knock!

She calls out at the entrance of the abandoned amusement park, the eerie fog draped across the scenery adding to its ominous aura.

@batwoman-or-whatever

The fog was thick, leaving only silhouettes of the long dilapidated rollercoasters, fun houses, and even a Ferris wheel. It was silent beyond the quiet creaks of rusted metals.

There was a chain linked fence, cracked open with a No Trespassing sign— crooked and rusted.

In the fog all around her, there was a whisper of a laugh— like the wind itself was mocking her.

“Who’s there?”

No hint of apprehension. No lick of nerves or terror like a sensible rogue. No, he was happy to see her. Thrilled.

[batwoman-or-whatever]

Take a wild guess.

Katherine tapped her cowl so her thermal vision would take over while the computer system processed her environment through the fog. In one hand she held her python coil, poised to strike; in the other, a poison-laced Batarang with a new chemical formulation she was eager to try.

Surely no one thought she’d let all those chemicals at the plants she destroyed go to waste? That would just be foolish.

With the practiced poise of someone who’d moved into enemy territory many times before, Kate began a systematic sweep of the amusement park, hunting her quarry.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

She sang in an eerie singsong voice.

[pale-mans-smile]

The thermal vision only gave the cool outlines of the ruined, sad rides and games all around her. Like the park was rotting from the inside out. Perhaps it was. Perhaps it’d cave in with one wrong move, and that’s why he chose it.

As she stalked through the Amusement Mile, she could finally see the outline of a body. It warmer than the area around her but… far too cold to be living. The head turned and looked right at her.

Its laugh echoed all around.

“Little bat, little bat, fly away home. Your house is on fire and your friends are all gone.”

He sang right back to her, moving away— almost dancing.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sat as still as he could, considering this for a long moment.

"Perhaps, you have just yet to find the name that suits you best.

"It need not be traditional, it can still be glamorous whilst also being... well, more. More than just a word to be called. It can have meaning and care behind it"

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker looked at his word. Watching the paint dry. It never settled on makeup well, it worked so much better on bare skin. He wondered what Jeremiah hid underneath. Scars? No. It was too plain to be anything of a preference. Hmm. Either way. It was drying nice enough. Oh. He made a fantastic clown.

“Hehehe… like the Jack of all trades, hm? No. That’s still rather plain isn’t it? I don’t need a name, dear Doctor. I’m happy to just be Joker.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"What about Anansi?"

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly, smiling.

"A trickster god from some mythologies-- he was common with spider imagery. Neither evil nor benevolent. He acted for his amusement."

[pale-mans-smile]

He paused at that. Oh. His smile looked perfect with that look. The way those lines curved perfectly with his lips, making the smile bigger.

“Anansi hm? Am I a spider to you, is that what I’m hearing?”

His tone was teasing, thoughtful about the name. No one had ever given him a name like that. It was… he really liked the name.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Cunning, intelligent, capable of beautiful craftmanship? Yes-- I would certainly say so. Your art is reminiscent a spider's web."

His words were polite, matter-of-fact in their delivery.

[pale-mans-smile]

A soft, nearly fond chuckle. He shook his head.

“A spider web hm? Well that’s indeed a compliment. Now do you have a mirror in here, Doctor? I’d like to show off another web of mine.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I should have one on my bookshelf, Ansi, dear-- next to the photograph, second shelf from the top."

[pale-mans-smile]

Ansi? A nickname already for his new name? There wasn’t any guarantee he’d even accept his name. Yet, a nickname. He stepped away, grabbing the mirror and bringing it back to Jeremiah to show off his new face.

“Well, what do you think? I think I did a pretty good job. Maybe I should’ve done a dark blue, but for a first try— I didn’t do half bad.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He smiled, admiring the makeup. The beautiful hues of blue and the careful lines.

"I have never looked better, dearest Anansi. Thank you. This is wonderful-- the blues are perfect."

[pale-mans-smile]

“You look… fantastic, Doctor.”

“You’d make a great clown with that smile.”

For the first time— he faltered. It was like being thrown onto a stage without any lines to say. The spotlight blinding. Jeremiah looked dazzling like this. His smile looked gorgeous like this.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Oh, you are much too kind. I could never, I fear... I get bashful under spotlight or direct attention."

He wrote something else down, squinting ever so slightly-- his glasses still on the desk next to him.

"But, truly, I thank you. I have never had this experience before. I see the passion you have for your creation-- and I can see that you have the capabilities to channel this energy and artistic talent in ways outside of causing harm or committing crime."

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker hummed, picking up the glasses Jeremiah wore and examining them. Cracked little things. Ready to shatter. He looked back at the man, tilting his head.

Opening the glasses up, he gently made Jeremiah look at him, and slid the glasses back into place.

“There. All better, Doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"He smiled, and was thankful that the white paint hid the heat that was rising in his face. This was unprofessional. So deeply unprofessional.

"Thank you, dear... You are too kind."

[pale-mans-smile]

He smiled back, gently adjusting the frames so they wouldn’t be crooked. Yes, perfect. His doctor must look his best. Anansi— Joker wouldn’t settle for anything less.

“Only the best for Doctor Arkham. You’re a fancy man, with a name that commands respect. It’s only appropriate I treat you with such.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sat as still as he could, considering this for a long moment.

"Perhaps, you have just yet to find the name that suits you best.

"It need not be traditional, it can still be glamorous whilst also being... well, more. More than just a word to be called. It can have meaning and care behind it"

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker looked at his word. Watching the paint dry. It never settled on makeup well, it worked so much better on bare skin. He wondered what Jeremiah hid underneath. Scars? No. It was too plain to be anything of a preference. Hmm. Either way. It was drying nice enough. Oh. He made a fantastic clown.

“Hehehe… like the Jack of all trades, hm? No. That’s still rather plain isn’t it? I don’t need a name, dear Doctor. I’m happy to just be Joker.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"What about Anansi?"

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly, smiling.

"A trickster god from some mythologies-- he was common with spider imagery. Neither evil nor benevolent. He acted for his amusement."

[pale-mans-smile]

He paused at that. Oh. His smile looked perfect with that look. The way those lines curved perfectly with his lips, making the smile bigger.

“Anansi hm? Am I a spider to you, is that what I’m hearing?”

His tone was teasing, thoughtful about the name. No one had ever given him a name like that. It was… he really liked the name.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Cunning, intelligent, capable of beautiful craftmanship? Yes-- I would certainly say so. Your art is reminiscent a spider's web."

His words were polite, matter-of-fact in their delivery.

[pale-mans-smile]

A soft, nearly fond chuckle. He shook his head.

“A spider web hm? Well that’s indeed a compliment. Now do you have a mirror in here, Doctor? I’d like to show off another web of mine.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I should have one on my bookshelf, Ansi, dear-- next to the photograph, second shelf from the top."

[pale-mans-smile]

Ansi? A nickname already for his new name? There wasn’t any guarantee he’d even accept his name. Yet, a nickname. He stepped away, grabbing the mirror and bringing it back to Jeremiah to show off his new face.

“Well, what do you think? I think I did a pretty good job. Maybe I should’ve done a dark blue, but for a first try— I didn’t do half bad.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He smiled, admiring the makeup. The beautiful hues of blue and the careful lines.

"I have never looked better, dearest Anansi. Thank you. This is wonderful-- the blues are perfect."

[pale-mans-smile]

“You look… fantastic, Doctor.”

“You’d make a great clown with that smile.”

For the first time— he faltered. It was like being thrown onto a stage without any lines to say. The spotlight blinding. Jeremiah looked dazzling like this. His smile looked gorgeous like this.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Oh, you are much too kind. I could never, I fear... I get bashful under spotlight or direct attention."

He wrote something else down, squinting ever so slightly-- his glasses still on the desk next to him.

"But, truly, I thank you. I have never had this experience before. I see the passion you have for your creation-- and I can see that you have the capabilities to channel this energy and artistic talent in ways outside of causing harm or committing crime."

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker hummed, picking up the glasses Jeremiah wore and examining them. Cracked little things. Ready to shatter. He looked back at the man, tilting his head.

Opening the glasses up, he gently made Jeremiah look at him, and slid the glasses back into place.

“There. All better, Doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sat as still as he could, considering this for a long moment.

"Perhaps, you have just yet to find the name that suits you best.

"It need not be traditional, it can still be glamorous whilst also being... well, more. More than just a word to be called. It can have meaning and care behind it"

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker looked at his word. Watching the paint dry. It never settled on makeup well, it worked so much better on bare skin. He wondered what Jeremiah hid underneath. Scars? No. It was too plain to be anything of a preference. Hmm. Either way. It was drying nice enough. Oh. He made a fantastic clown.

“Hehehe… like the Jack of all trades, hm? No. That’s still rather plain isn’t it? I don’t need a name, dear Doctor. I’m happy to just be Joker.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"What about Anansi?"

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly, smiling.

"A trickster god from some mythologies-- he was common with spider imagery. Neither evil nor benevolent. He acted for his amusement."

[pale-mans-smile]

He paused at that. Oh. His smile looked perfect with that look. The way those lines curved perfectly with his lips, making the smile bigger.

“Anansi hm? Am I a spider to you, is that what I’m hearing?”

His tone was teasing, thoughtful about the name. No one had ever given him a name like that. It was… he really liked the name.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Cunning, intelligent, capable of beautiful craftmanship? Yes-- I would certainly say so. Your art is reminiscent a spider's web."

His words were polite, matter-of-fact in their delivery.

[pale-mans-smile]

A soft, nearly fond chuckle. He shook his head.

“A spider web hm? Well that’s indeed a compliment. Now do you have a mirror in here, Doctor? I’d like to show off another web of mine.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I should have one on my bookshelf, Ansi, dear-- next to the photograph, second shelf from the top."

[pale-mans-smile]

Ansi? A nickname already for his new name? There wasn’t any guarantee he’d even accept his name. Yet, a nickname. He stepped away, grabbing the mirror and bringing it back to Jeremiah to show off his new face.

“Well, what do you think? I think I did a pretty good job. Maybe I should’ve done a dark blue, but for a first try— I didn’t do half bad.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He smiled, admiring the makeup. The beautiful hues of blue and the careful lines.

"I have never looked better, dearest Anansi. Thank you. This is wonderful-- the blues are perfect."

[pale-mans-smile]

“You look… fantastic, Doctor.”

“You’d make a great clown with that smile.”

For the first time— he faltered. It was like being thrown onto a stage without any lines to say. The spotlight blinding. Jeremiah looked dazzling like this. His smile looked gorgeous like this.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sat as still as he could, considering this for a long moment.

"Perhaps, you have just yet to find the name that suits you best.

"It need not be traditional, it can still be glamorous whilst also being... well, more. More than just a word to be called. It can have meaning and care behind it"

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker looked at his word. Watching the paint dry. It never settled on makeup well, it worked so much better on bare skin. He wondered what Jeremiah hid underneath. Scars? No. It was too plain to be anything of a preference. Hmm. Either way. It was drying nice enough. Oh. He made a fantastic clown.

“Hehehe… like the Jack of all trades, hm? No. That’s still rather plain isn’t it? I don’t need a name, dear Doctor. I’m happy to just be Joker.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"What about Anansi?"

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly, smiling.

"A trickster god from some mythologies-- he was common with spider imagery. Neither evil nor benevolent. He acted for his amusement."

[pale-mans-smile]

He paused at that. Oh. His smile looked perfect with that look. The way those lines curved perfectly with his lips, making the smile bigger.

“Anansi hm? Am I a spider to you, is that what I’m hearing?”

His tone was teasing, thoughtful about the name. No one had ever given him a name like that. It was… he really liked the name.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Cunning, intelligent, capable of beautiful craftmanship? Yes-- I would certainly say so. Your art is reminiscent a spider's web."

His words were polite, matter-of-fact in their delivery.

[pale-mans-smile]

A soft, nearly fond chuckle. He shook his head.

“A spider web hm? Well that’s indeed a compliment. Now do you have a mirror in here, Doctor? I’d like to show off another web of mine.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I should have one on my bookshelf, Ansi, dear-- next to the photograph, second shelf from the top."

[pale-mans-smile]

Ansi? A nickname already for his new name? There wasn’t any guarantee he’d even accept his name. Yet, a nickname. He stepped away, grabbing the mirror and bringing it back to Jeremiah to show off his new face.

“Well, what do you think? I think I did a pretty good job. Maybe I should’ve done a dark blue, but for a first try— I didn’t do half bad.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sat as still as he could, considering this for a long moment.

"Perhaps, you have just yet to find the name that suits you best.

"It need not be traditional, it can still be glamorous whilst also being... well, more. More than just a word to be called. It can have meaning and care behind it"

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker looked at his word. Watching the paint dry. It never settled on makeup well, it worked so much better on bare skin. He wondered what Jeremiah hid underneath. Scars? No. It was too plain to be anything of a preference. Hmm. Either way. It was drying nice enough. Oh. He made a fantastic clown.

“Hehehe… like the Jack of all trades, hm? No. That’s still rather plain isn’t it? I don’t need a name, dear Doctor. I’m happy to just be Joker.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"What about Anansi?"

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly, smiling.

"A trickster god from some mythologies-- he was common with spider imagery. Neither evil nor benevolent. He acted for his amusement."

[pale-mans-smile]

He paused at that. Oh. His smile looked perfect with that look. The way those lines curved perfectly with his lips, making the smile bigger.

“Anansi hm? Am I a spider to you, is that what I’m hearing?”

His tone was teasing, thoughtful about the name. No one had ever given him a name like that. It was… he really liked the name.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Cunning, intelligent, capable of beautiful craftmanship? Yes-- I would certainly say so. Your art is reminiscent a spider's web."

His words were polite, matter-of-fact in their delivery.

[pale-mans-smile]

A soft, nearly fond chuckle. He shook his head.

“A spider web hm? Well that’s indeed a compliment. Now do you have a mirror in here, Doctor? I’d like to show off another web of mine.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sat as still as he could, considering this for a long moment.

"Perhaps, you have just yet to find the name that suits you best.

"It need not be traditional, it can still be glamorous whilst also being... well, more. More than just a word to be called. It can have meaning and care behind it"

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker looked at his word. Watching the paint dry. It never settled on makeup well, it worked so much better on bare skin. He wondered what Jeremiah hid underneath. Scars? No. It was too plain to be anything of a preference. Hmm. Either way. It was drying nice enough. Oh. He made a fantastic clown.

“Hehehe… like the Jack of all trades, hm? No. That’s still rather plain isn’t it? I don’t need a name, dear Doctor. I’m happy to just be Joker.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"What about Anansi?"

Jeremiah tilted his head slightly, smiling.

"A trickster god from some mythologies-- he was common with spider imagery. Neither evil nor benevolent. He acted for his amusement."

[pale-mans-smile]

He paused at that. Oh. His smile looked perfect with that look. The way those lines curved perfectly with his lips, making the smile bigger.

“Anansi hm? Am I a spider to you, is that what I’m hearing?”

His tone was teasing, thoughtful about the name. No one had ever given him a name like that. It was… he really liked the name.

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sat as still as he could, considering this for a long moment.

"Perhaps, you have just yet to find the name that suits you best.

"It need not be traditional, it can still be glamorous whilst also being... well, more. More than just a word to be called. It can have meaning and care behind it"

[pale-mans-smile]

Joker looked at his word. Watching the paint dry. It never settled on makeup well, it worked so much better on bare skin. He wondered what Jeremiah hid underneath. Scars? No. It was too plain to be anything of a preference. Hmm. Either way. It was drying nice enough. Oh. He made a fantastic clown.

“Hehehe… like the Jack of all trades, hm? No. That’s still rather plain isn’t it? I don’t need a name, dear Doctor. I’m happy to just be Joker.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"It merely concerns me that you do not have any name or identity separated from your crimes. You did not even truly know what hobbies were until I introduced you...

"I adore your name, truly, I do. But it is something more of a moniker, and I fear that might impact your treatment and the way you respond once you are eventually released."

He hummed, closing his eyes.

"I have never been much of a performer, my darling."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well. It’s the only name I have. My first name isn’t much more than a title.”

He was extra gentle painting around Jeremiah’s eyes, making sure nothing would be irritated. He was methodical, taking his time to paint Jeremiah’s face properly.

Black diamonds over his eyes, a pause. Then a black smile. Pastel blue dotted the bottom and top of the diamonds, then his nose.

A heart on his cheek as well. Fitting for the director of an asylum.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short, dear Doctor. Anyone can preform.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Blue is indeed my favorite. Take creative direction, amaze me."

He paused, his expression turning thoughtful. His voice even more soft and kind. He smiled and watched him look through the art supplies.

"You have not given me your proper name yet."

[pale-mans-smile]

“What do you mean? You have plenty to call me, Doctor. Joker, John Doe, clown. You’re practically spoiled for choice, dear.”

He grabbed a palette, and began to get his paints ready. He mixed blue and white, creating a pastel hue. Then more white, black, and finally red. He grinned as he walked around the desk and with a larger paintbrush- he began to gently paint Jeremiah’s face white.

“I’ll make you a fantastic clown. Yes, maybe I’ll give you a name if one strikes me!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"I suppose there is no harm in it."

He smiled; he could not help how infectious the joy was. The good doctor took off his glasses carefully and set them to the side.

"I have no doubt that your talents exceed even the greatest artists of our time, dear."

He ignored the nagging worry in his mind about his foundation being ruined-- about his bruises becoming visible; but he pushed it aside. It will be fine.

"Go right ahead. I shall be your canvas today, it seems."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh he missed having a canvas like this. Though that was more gruesome, and more of fun little taunt to the flying rat. This? This was just for him. A selfish, fun little thing. From the box of art supplies that still sat in the room, he pulled out skin safe paints and a few brushes.

“Blue’s your favorite, yes? A softer blue? Blue and white like the sky. Oh black would be a fantastic accent wouldn’t it? Nice and popping.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

He sighed, shaking his head fondly. It was not professional.

"Oh, I am unsure..."

His patient had been well-behaved since he had arrived, however... and he rarely asked for anything...

"But you have been doing quite well in our sessions, have you not?"

[pale-mans-smile]

“I like to think I have. I feel like I’ve made progress as well. Certainly spending one session with this kind of art therapy wouldn’t be too terrible. Would it?”

He batted his eyes, grinning even more. If it wasn’t for the topic at hand, his grin could’ve looked malicious. It was too big, his eyes crinkling with near manic intensity. Excitement like a dog chasing a rabbit. Yet it was about face-paint.

“I’m not the half bad artist, doctor.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

Lovesick AU.

Another day, another session. Well, no that wasn’t true was it? Today was by far one of his favorite days. There was so much you could do on the day of romance and love, all sorts of fun little things to celebrate. Exploding chocolates. Swan rides across the waters that were rigged to go too fast until you crashed. Chemicals that melted a person’s brain into obsessive goo at the nearest object or person of significance— leading to juicy drama. Anything to keep Bats on his toes.

Unfortunately this year he was trapped in Arkham. At least it wasn’t nearly as dreadful as it could’ve been. He had been rather enjoying art therapy after all. His doctor, Arkham himself, was quite the lovely man to chat with as well! He liked the color blue.

Joker preferred red himself. But he saw the appeal of blue. Today was another therapy session. The poor doctor never took a day off! Really someone should tell him it’ll drive him crazy. Walking into the office, he gave Jeremiah one of his best grins.

“Good day to you, Dr. Arkham. Lovely day, isn’t it? Though I do prefer my hearts in card decks than in chocolates. Hahaha!”

@pale-mans-smile

Admittedly, Jeremiah did not remember the date. He saw no reason to after the death of his wife-- after all, it was highly unlikely he would ever meet someone who made him feel so loved again; so he stopped trying. The holiday always left him with a hollow, mournful feeling, so he had blocked it out. He smiled when Joker entered his office, inviting. Fond.

"Hello, Joker, my dear. It would be lovely if it were not bitter cold outside. Please, enlighten me as to how your day has been."

[pale-mans-smile]

The pale man sat down legs crossed. His arms were covered in colorful little doodles from the markers he had in his room. Of course all safe and washable. Most of the doodles were themed after cards. The diamonds, clubs, hearts and spades all over his pale arms in red and black and green and well— just about every color.

“Terribly bored if I’m being honest. Usually today I’m out having some fun, but unfortunately… I’m stuck here. So I distracted myself.”

He chuckled, showing off all the doodles across his arms.

“I think I did rather well with these. Though I do miss my face paints… in my younger years I did enjoy messing around with various looks. Then bats decided to keep ruining my work.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"That is rather unfortunate, dear. I am quite sorry to hear that. Perhaps in these upcoming weeks we can transition so you can have more time outside?"

He scribbled down a note for himself and continued talking.

"Yes, your designs are quite wonderful. Reminiscent of a deck of cards. Have you ever tried things like colored henna? It is all skin safe and longer lasting-- I do believe it could be something of interest to you."

[pale-mans-smile]

“Well I certainly wouldn’t complain about some more sunshine— hahah-! Though I do enjoy all the art supplies I have.”

He watched Jeremiah. Dark green eyes never blinking, smile never waning. It was like he was staring through the other man, through flesh and blood and deeper.

“I wouldn’t complain about henna. Though if I get that, could I also have some proper face paints?

…

Y’know, have ya ever had your face painted? It’s practically a rite of passage for every circus or carnival.”

[jeremiah-e-arkham]

"Then I will be certain to look into that for you-- and the face paints, as well. I see no issue with expressing artistry through such means. It is innocuous enough."

He tilted his head. Curious.

"No, I have not. I rarely leave my house, you see. Even as a child. I am much too busy for leisure activities."

[pale-mans-smile]

Oh, the man looked betrayed, aghast at such information that his doctor had never gotten such a simple activity done. Also the implication of not even going to the circus! A hand clutched his chest, as if he had been wounded. By all means he could’ve been, he called himself a clown after all.

“We have to fix that! I won’t stand another second until you understand the fun of having some face-paints!”