𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑶𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑵 𝙊𝙉𝙀

ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒, stay dead —— ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ

all my life my heart has yearned for a thing i cannot name.

I didn’t replace you, I never could. Not any of you. You’re still hurt, I know. Let’s talk.

⠀⠀ 𝓲t's not who 𝓲 am underneath, but what 𝓲 do that defines me. ⠀⠀

ᅠ the little mechanical box whirs , followed with a tinkering melody — the ‘ pop goes to weasel ’ song . once it gets to the end , a little plushie pops out . except it looks just like jason . ᅠ

You still don’t understand even to this day. I don’t think you ever will.

Clown’s are the parasites of Gotham.

“ no need for that, I'd lose the sight of your ass and that would be criminal ”

swatted his hands when he went to fix her hair , reaching back to do it herself, scoffing loudly too. go home and i’ll meet you there. this isn’t up for debate. she’s already up and on her feet to walk over to the stolen bike , speeding off before he could argue.

Hurry up then .. I’d like to finish my 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒔.

( The clown rolled her eyes but held still as he moved her ponytail out of the way. The blood is still actively dripping. ) Get it over with , Red.

I can’t feel it so, I think it’s fine. ( Rubbing in the lipgloss and wiping the blood from the side of her face. )