Janace Stories

Nace had painted many, so many faces. Never before had he been as captivated, as fascinated, as dizzy with admiration and inspiration than with this one. It was made to be traced with his hands. Distant, mysterious, harmonious, now frozen in the grains of paper. Vaporous, imprecise, dark, so exact but still imperfect. He wished he could reach more than that. // an Au fanfic that can be read out of its fandom // [ from my Janace fanfic based in the Joker Out fandom ]