❛ Any fool can pray. ❜
* 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : OPEN
❝ Do I dare ask? ❞ It is more of a question to himself than to the clown standing on the opposite side of the glass . Victor had a tendency for the theatrics but THE JOKER was on a whole different level . He had been pinching the bridge of his nose , trying to ignore the alarm which echoed through the halls of the Asylum in warning . But it was quite difficult to ignore the atrocity staring at him , very much like a child would stare at the dying polar bears left to rot in the depths of some zoo’s still watered ponds . Victor thought of himself as weak then , because he couldn’t resist glancing at the clown . Pale blue eyes found him and , by god , he was horrific . The flashing red lights , which were supposed to indicate the nearest emergency exit , had turned the runaway patient into nothing short of a devil . One moment there , the next gone . In those short intervals of darkness , Joker ceased to exist . But his face had remained imprinted in Victor’s mind , always ━━ A SMILE HE COULD NEVER FORGET .
He would have claimed to be scared of the madman were his nerves not stilled by a thick layer of ice . There was very little of the soft man he used to be . Even without his suit , Victor had become more machine than man , still able to copy human sentiment but incapable of truly committing to the part . The Joker BOTHERED HIM ; little more could be said . Still he preferred to remain seated , far from the glass and from the clown that taunted him for speaking to himself . This was the closest thing to normalcy he could find in that place . Having pretend conversations with Nora in the limited privacy of his frigid cell .
❝ What god do you pray to? ❞