Beast has gone. She's moved from the circus because she couldn't stand being around you any more; you never returned her feelings, never listened to her. She left in anger. She's never coming back and everyone at the circus is blaming you. They all despise you now. You're not needed any more. Nobody wants you.
Joker said nothing, he simply sat in silence on the floor of his tent, juggling a few knives in his hands, not paying much attention. He dropped them all, picking up the smallest knife as tears slipped down his cheeks; smudging his makeup in the process so it streaked in the same manner as the tears.
"I'm sorry..." He murmured to himself; "I didn' mean to... I didn'... I only ever wanted t' protect yer' all..." He sobbed, not bothering to clear his vision of tears. He went to turn around to check no-one was coming but.... why would they? If they all hated him so much?
He released another sob, taking the knife, in his skeletal hand, to his wrist and quickly running it along the vein so the thick liquid began running out. The ginger lay himself down onto his chest, arm outstretched in front of him.
He didn't care if he was found in time, nor did he care if he wasn't.
He was numb.
