GIRL / NIGHTMARE !

i'm the reincarnation

❛❛  look at me. for once in your entire life. look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.

of virgin-fucking-mary!

indie & selective

katherine
krueger

from the ANOES franchise
canon divergent
headcanon based


written by lenny
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+  THE JOKER .

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 OH HOW RIGHT YOU WERE!   these bars would not hold, Him EVER, he would think the BAT would realize that & just kill him, break his own rule and toss away his morals for the betterment of GOTHAM, but alas, THE BAT was a COWARD, he thought of himself above the law, yet he would not even take that one step and rid the world of the MENACE before her, raising his hands and presses the tips of his fingers to his temples, painted lips agape, chromed teeth shown to her.  Really makes you think doesn’t it?!  His voice is raised as his flair for theatrics comes to a head. “ Why, why why WHY, won’t the BAT just put me down? is it because he is a coward, or is it something else, that needs me to feel validated…..why won’t Gotham’s dark knight strike down it’s biggest MENACE!? “ 

   His voice was hoarse with rage, eyes hidden beneath lids as he stares at her, listening to what she spoke before he drops his hands to his sides and seizes the bars, gripping them tightly, a glint of gold showing the rings he was wearing, he would NEVER  remove them, they were a sign of his ROYALTY in the criminal Underworld.Of his STATURE above all others in his Kingdom.  he then snaps his head to the side, grins stretching across his lips, hair  a complete mess as he spreads his arms wide and laughs loudly again.  he aims his index finger at her, wags it.   now…. there’s that intelligence I knew you had….God, GOD is nothing more than a joke, a fuckin’ lie created by people who want to control every aspect of a person’s light, the devil, the devil was his favorite….his only child… As he spoke, he turns around, slightly turnt to the side.  revealing a tattoo on his ribcage that read GOD’S ONLY CHILD. 

 At her final statement, he smiles tilting his head to the side, clicking his tongue, leaning forward, arms raised, hands gripping the bars as he tilts his head downwards, hair hanging to the left side of his face. Again, the masque of madness he wore was painted on his features.  “ you’re so…smart…. and exactly right…. he pauses, hand raised to comb through emerald locks and smooth them back as a door burst open, and the shouting of guards could be heard..  why don’tchya….just wait n’ see…it’ll be one HELL of a show. 

YOUR  GOD’S  A  COWARD  IN  A  COW          bond   to   a   false   set   of   morals   that   let   lay   his   head   down   on   a   pillow    at   night     &     sleep      isn’t   it   obvious   ?         isn’t   it   clear   ?            all    of    them    are   .         THERE   ARE   NO   HEROES   ,       no   one   worth   saving   ,           no   souls    left   untouched   by   the   fires   of   battle   in   this   battleground   .         do   you   mistake   selfishness   for   love   ?      or    do   you   mistake    fists    for   kisses   ?          maybe   you   do   .       maybe  that’s  why  your  mind  has  rotten .       but    she   won’t   tell   you   that       ——  if   you   pay   close   attention  ,        you’ll   see   a   hint   of     satisfaction   in   those   void  ,    cold   brimstone   eyes  .        it’s   almost    funny  ,          how   easy’s    to   get   people   all   riled   up      &    they   always  look   their    best    while   seething   in   anger   with   blood   trickling   off   their   knuckles  .

      GOD’S   ONLY   CHILD           ]          your     pride's   imprinted     on    your   flesh       &       dangling   from   your   scrawny   fingers  ,       in    gold    &    dark  ink  ,          you’re   anything    but        subtle   ,        carrying   your   ego    around   you   like   an   infectious    disease   ,       spreading   this   idea   of   omnipotence    from   host    to   host   ‘till    every    citizen   in   gotham   is   cowering    under    their   beds    .            she  sees   it   ,          the        madness    in    those     cold   waves    of   ice   blue   that   stare    down    ,                DEATH    &     CHAOS      GREED  ,        it’s   all    around   you  .       it’s        impressive       really    —   you  certainly   lives   up   to   expectations  .           i’m         sure   …             that    sounds   like   a        PROMISE      she   can’t    help    but   feel    anxious   to   see   come  true .

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reality   comes   knocking    with      shouting    &    commotion   ,       a    swarming    of    uniformed   working   bees  all   pointing   their   shiny   new   toys    &      yelling   at   her   to   get   away  —    which   of   course   ,     begrudgingly   agrees  to  do  ,     with   outstretched    palms      &     a  look  of   sheer       disdain  ,                 c’mom  guys  …          i’m  a         tiny   little   girl  ,          don’t   you  think   think   this   is   a   little  —             sentence’s   left    hanging    as     SOMEONE     fires   their   stun gun   prematurely  ,        flinging   her   body   into   the   hard    floor          &         ripping   a    wince    out    of     sore   vocals   .             drowsy   lids   remain   half - open   ,           a     blur    of    shapes    &    dull   colors   hover   over   her   like   vultures   on   dead  meat   .