Dancing With My Demons (Joker x Frankenstein)
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Última publicación dom, nov 17, 2024
"You think I'm monstrous?"
"Darling, you're every shade of beautiful twisted into one."
Victor loathes the Joker, his chaos, his recklessness, that grin that never fades. To the Joker, Victor is just another 'experiment,' another soul on the edge. Right monster, wrong mind; right mind, wrong monster. They're caught in a wicked dance.
Victor despises him, wants to cage that madness, to never let it infect him again. But he also wants to trace the Joker's grin with trembling fingers, to glimpse what lies behind the painted mask, to find himself in those unhinged eyes. The Joker's laughter fills his nights, haunts his days.
Victor is bound to him, consumed by him, well and truly damned.
---
"Do you think I'm insane?"
"Sanity's just a cage, and you're the only one brave enough to break free."
The Joker doesn't despise Victor. There's a strange fascination with this man who walks the line between life and death, calm where Joker is chaos. Victor's precision draws him in, makes him want to unravel every mystery Victor hides.
Joker wants to understand Victor's world, to touch the scars and secrets no one else has. He longs to see past Victor's walls, to show him that maybe madness isn't something to fear. They're pieces that shouldn't fit, but somehow, they do, like jagged edges finding harmony.
Victor is steady, grounding, and for the first time, Joker feels something almost gentle. A connection, a thrill that's more than chaos. He could lose himself here, in this strange pull, this beautiful mess. Victor doesn't realize it, but he's already Joker's.
And for once, the Joker doesn't feel alone.
Joker x Frankenstein
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