Specs of Red | Book of circus Story
Pairings will be Joker x Reader and Sebastian x Reader
To be honest, I've already written the entire story lol, and I need to kinda just let it go into the wild.
It's not long at all, but what makes me want to really put it out is the fact that I've drawn it out. I have little fanarts and this has been since Book Of Cirus was released. So it might be kinda corny and stuff.
I debated on doing an oc instead...but idk that means I’ve got to give her a name. Yikes.
Idk I'm not that ready to commit to that kind of thing haha.
The only consistency with her appearance that must exist is the costume / Make up which includes the bells.
The bells are a staple.
Be kind, yeesh, I made this during 2014 - 2015.
I thought it’d be nice to share the original design since I do like it. Throughout I will share other fanarts I have made, maybe I might do recent ones with better quality and y’all can tell me what you think!
Maybe one day I'll redo this entirely and make it an Oc type thing. But for now, enjoy the beta I suppose.
Word Count: 2483
Pt. 1 Missing The Crowd
‘ It's such a wonderful sight…’ the young woman thought to herself, all while mesmerized with the scene her eyes fell upon.
Her sight was graced by the view of wondrous colors that she was certain were bliss to the young children that happily gaped at their surroundings with glee.
However, it was not only the pleasant hues that gave life to the scene but also the repeating, awed sounds of “oohs” and “aahs” as the performance went on, the routine while scheduled and the same as every other day, still charming and fascinating.
If anything the repeated coos of astonishment were what really sold it for her.
The lively nature of the crowd brought her joy, and it sweetened her heart, sugaring it up much more than All the unhealthy treats that were sold throughout the night put together.
Her pink tongue ran over her soft, red-painted lips, just imagining the taste of the sugary snacks plopping right into her watering mouth, easily putting her tongue on a sweet high as they always did,
‘Much more… ‘ she went on, as elated, (e/c) eyes dashing from child to child, both boys and girls cheery and joy-filled, having what seemed to be permanent smiles etched onto their sweet, innocent, features.
‘ They are so precious !’ She thought to herself, hugging herself with happiness, living for the wonderful atmosphere.
Oh, how she loved the crowd most of all, especially when every other face was that of a little one!
If there was anything she cherished most, it was the radiant smiles of the young children.
She loved the circus down to its last detail, appreciating it with every sense she had, never once taking for granted the wonderful life she'd been granted, even if it wasn't ideal for others.
'I get to live an experience others could never come to understand,' she thought to herself with pride, hardly ever wishing to trade her position with any of the other young women she'd kindly greet.
'I have everything I need,' she added.
On stage, she felt like a different person.
She became someone that could do the impossible, becoming extraordinarily incredible, and unique, separating herself from other people, from the common folk.
Her (e/c) colored eyes enjoyed the lively atmosphere around her, the same one that she so loved and lived for, all with a giant smile gracing her.
Admittedly, it was like a magical dream to her, being a place where amazement and awe were set at every corner.
Gradually, her smile became soft and loving, 'This has been my haven,' she started.
'This has been what saved me from the clutches of the unforgiving streets.' (f/n) went on with true, cherished affection.
The sound of frantic voices and rushing steps then caught her full attention, pulling her from her musing thoughts.
It wasn't long before a small sound of amusement escaped her in response to the loudly wailed curse that reached her ears.
‘Ahh...as it should be,’ She thought to herself with familiarity, knowing that not a hair was out of place.
The backstage in comparison to the outside was another story.
Hidden away backstage, everyone was in a mess, running left and right seconds before the show and even during the performances as well. It was hectic, downright catastrophic, and even with that, she wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
All the performers she passed had their own demonstration of talents, making her feel even more prideful in her work, a perk in her step beginning to show as she openly revealed her giddiness.
She was a first-tier member, putting her at the top of the performance scale, making her someone to be taken notes from by others.
And it had been no easy feat because she worked hard to be given the position, tirelessly working to be set apart, in both appearances, as well as actual overall performance.
‘- Practice makes perfect,’ She’d repeat constantly, that being her one true advice because it’s what let her rise in the ranks.
The chiming sound of small bells that traveled with her became her staple, as well as the red-painted dots decorating her cheeks.
It all belonged all to her as no other red matched the little vibrant circles, not Dagger's smaller specks, nor Beast’s fierce Scarlett.
'It's mine,' she thought with a touch of pride.
It was her pride, her glory.
Watching the other first-tier members finish up their performance makeup and vesture, she blew some air from between her pursed lips and formed a small pout, her mood beginning to slowly deflate.
She then looked down at her leg where just a week ago she had sprained her ankle, and with an upset pout, she lamented over the events.
Beneath her tights, hidden out of sight were the bandages that were still wrapped snugly around her ankle and foot, binging forth uncomfortable itchiness that she had to fend off tending to with sheer willpower alone.
‘ what a bother,’ she thought halfheartedly glaring at the injured limb.
The Good part was that she felt a lot better now, the wounded joint being much better than it had been the previous weeks, the ugly swelling finally going down.
On the downside, her own analysis of the injury was not valid, at least not to the temporal ringleader.
He'd put off her act as long as he could.
Even with the Doctor giving the ginger-haired man his own approval, Joker still insisted she lay off for yet another week, just to play it safe.
“Just to be safe!” He said while pinching her cheek, giving her no room for argument as he left the tent with a dismissive little wave that was meant to ward her off while he escaped the conversation because he just knew how determined she was to convince him otherwise.
He knew she'd be nothing but fussy pouts and bratty pleas which would, unfortunately, break through part of his armor until she got what she wanted from him.
Admittedly, his only true device of defense was to avoid her.
“Do nothing…” She murmured dejectedly, knowing that not even practicing or helping around in the background was an option for her because Joker had been specific in his instructions.
He'd been sure to give everyone else the heads up as well, and even the neediest crewmember gave her refusal.
Her shoulders drooped as the futility of her state fell upon her full force.
Her attention was drawn then out of her gloomy thoughts as an eccentric voice range throughout the area, it being the very man that she'd just been thinking of,
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Welcome to Noah's arc!” announced the enthusiastic, loud voice that echoed throughout the ring with just as much excitement the leader performed with.
Joker introduced himself and (f/n) couldn't suppress the giggle that had escaped her as he juggled the colorful balls, purposely letting them fall onto him for the crowd's enjoyment.
The charismatic glee which he emitted never ceased to amaze her, making her smile grow into a grin as she watched him act, witnessing as each movement of his was perfect, and overall charmingly entertaining.
Joker then introduced the first act, which was Jumbo’s fire breathing, filling the air with blazing red.
The giant man came from behind the other first-string members and in a comical fashion, they all ran, basically launching themselves to safety.
Second up was Peter and Wendy with their trapeze act. The two flew through the air as though they were meant to have wings, being right at home together and in perfect sync.
They were then preceded by Dagger the knife thrower, his perfect shots landing just as he intended with not a missed beat.
- As always.
Snake was next, his performance executed along with his scaley serpents, the creatures moving along his slim figure in harmony and trust in an act that would have to take one years to perfect as elegantly as he had.
With tightly clasped hands (f/n) watched with joy as her friend took the spotlight, doing what was only natural to him,
‘Magnificent as always snake…’ She mused, soon coming to the final first-tier performer of the night,
“ Look above ya ladies and gents,” Joker advised, “ A death-defying tight rope walk by the circus princess, doll!” He exclaimed, bringing all the focus onto the lovely figure, her light steps falling onto the rope, gracefully and skillfully as she always did.
(e/c) colored eyes fell onto the youth, almost unblinking as she stayed glued to the female's elegance.
Truthfully, (f/n) felt like a child with being able to see the show for herself, a perk that could only come with her little accident.
She was at least grateful for the opportunity now, seeing it as one of the only benefits that came from the unfortunate situation.
Usually, she'd be on stage too, a different perspective being the one she looked through. But now she could see the performance through the same eyes their crowd did, and she felt prideful at the performance.
'This is my family,' she revered.
By then the final act of the night was now being introduced,
“Last but not least, the star of our troupe! I’ll Bring ‘ee the famous tamer of wild cats, Beast!” She heard Joker rave with excitement.
The crowd cheered with enthusiasm, mesmerized by the close proximity of the dark-haired beauty and the large feline.
Beast stood tall, showing her dominance over the tigress, a leather whip in hand willing to crack if disobedience was shown during the act.
“We’d love some audience participation for this act, are there any volunteers? “ Joker asked, speaking out to the attendees, looking out for any enthusiastic hands.
“This gent in the tailcoat sure looks eager,” joker pointed out, aiming his skeletal prosthetic to the crowd, and with interest, (f/n)’s eyes followed his boney index, her gaze falling onto a man dressed in black.
“ Please come on stage, Step up sir.” Joker insisted, not having guessed what the other male had in mind.
- no one would have ever figured.
Everything afterward became a wild blur for the (h/c) colored-haired young woman as panic arose throughout the entire setting.
It took a lot of reassurance before the crowd calmed, and it was only then that a thankful, little sigh escaped (f/n) as she could feel the tension in the air begin to lighten into nothingness.
A skeletal prosthetic touched her right shoulder, making her jump slightly in fright, but when she saw the boney hand from the corner of her eye, she released a tiny, welcoming smile.
“I don't know why you're still wearing that, “ The ringleader said while looking at her attire with displeasure.
“ I’m sure you knew I wouldn't let you perform tonight,” he said shaking his head, a slight look of compassion crossed him just before it was quickly masked with the same displeasure and disapproval from before.
“I know,” she mumbled, “it’s just that...I was alone. I was stuck alone in my tent while everyone else is out here bringing smiles to the crowd." she grieved.
"- So, I thought that maybe I could do something..” she said softly, offering a optimistic smile.
"Anything," she breathed.
“ since it's over...I’d be willing to clean up,” She added with hopefulness.
Even the most minimal thing would make her feel useful.
He tisked, chiding her, “You can’t be serious,” He said with an exasperated breath, “I don't know how you wish to get better when you're walking around aimlessly, looking for chores nevertheless." He added with an over-exaggerated groan.
“ Silly….stubborn...terribly adorable little girl, why don’t you just rest up?! ” he said while ruffling her hair, puffing out the words with an uncontained tenderness.
Soft pink bloomed across her nose as he did that, loving the feeling of his actual hand touching her with such familiarity,
“...But I'm better, I swear,” she said frantically, “in fact, I should be in tip-top shape for tomorrow!” She assured him as she stood straight, lightly patting her left foot to the ground.
“ look! I came to show you! I'm ready to go out and-”
Rather than take any consideration into the proposition, he shook his head and paid no mind to the demonstration.
“Make your way back to your tent, and I promise you I will be there as soon as I can, alright?” He assured her. “ And please no little adventures, I wouldn't want you to further harm yourself,” he said while he placed his gloved hand on her cheek, stroking it lightly, being careful not to smudge the adorable red dots on her face in the process.
“ For now...I have to go check on that gent that was bitten by Betty,” he informed her.
(f/n) then hung her head, “ Alright,” She muttered dejectedly. “I will wait for you, but...Joker...” She then said while offering him a quirky little smile,
“ - I don't think he was right to begin with,” she commented, making the male snort.
“ You’re right poppet … but still…” he mused, trailing off as he rolled his eyes with playfulness, leaving the rest to her imagination.
After a moment of consideration, he then opened his mouth to speak and say more, but instead, no noise left him.
His mouth shut and he just gave her a light-hearted smile instead,
“- Just wait for me,” he said softly with a distant look in his purple gems as he gazed down at her with tenderness.
“There is something I have to tell you,” He told her, finding it rather difficult to look straight at her, but doing so nonetheless, pulling through with every bit of boldness he could summon.
“O-oh ok” she muttered a soft pink touching her cheeks because there was a strange, little bit of tension that surrounded them, and it was always something that made her feel warm.
‘It’s been on my mind lately,’ (f/n) thought to herself, taking in the strange air which felt somewhat familiar to her because they’d lived through it for a while now that it was expected.
It was familiar, yet seemed as though it was growing overbearing with the more time progressed.
‘I wonder if that’s what you want to talk to m about,’ She mused. ‘ I wonder if… somehow… you also feel the same way I do,' she wondered, hesitant to draw back from him, anxious, fluttering butterflies floating in her stomach.
As she watched him go, the young woman smiled before turning back to her tent to wait.
"I'll wait for you Joker," she murmured, already knowing he was out of earshot, already well aware that the only person that could take in their words was herself.
Excitedly, her heart bounced, and sweetly, she continued to smile.
(I'm considering that perhaps the white side of the suit might be better as black. (: )