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“Your father broke your heart.” Joker's pale fingers gently run over the displayed viscera, caressing innards almost, almost lovingly. “It was only fair that I reaped you his.”
The black dagger once again finds its way to Joker’s deft hands, layers of fat and muscle parting under the elegant dance of his blade.
It’s haunting.
It’s beautiful. -
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Akira closes his eyes. Joker’s cold body is his safe harbor of choice, the lifeline Akira moors himself with. His anchor against the waves of terror threatening to swallow him whole. After rising from the dead so many times—and desecrating the only version of himself Akira loved so many more—forcing himself to face Joker takes a great deal of determination. That much, at least, Akira has in spades—and hearts, clubs, and diamonds. It's all about seizing opportunities; humanity desperately needs a trump card, and Akira is nothing if not adaptable.
He built Joker from the ground up once. He surely can do it twice.***
A Blood of a Villain Zine submission.
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Akira can't hear the siren's song but can feel it in his bones all the same. The bewitching cadence of the beast's voice pulsates through the brine, every vibrating note matching the beat of Akira's heart as the crescendo reverberates through his skull. A weak, distant echo of lost inhibitions.
Were Akira anyone else, the siren's guts would have been his coffin, and the shallow shores of an unnamed island his grave.
Provoking a mindless monster won’t do him any favors, never does, but he can’t quite resist the temptation either. Eyes never leaving the seachild before him, Akira offers it a smirk, resting a finger on his temple and tapping his ear.
His deaf ear.
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"Well," the newcomer—KID, Shinichi reminds himself—settles right next to him, sounding way too cheerful for someone who had just stopped an in-game possible murder, "We should start heading to the Arena. If we bail things will only get worse."
"We," Shinichi echoes, voice flat, "I think you mean you."
"What a wonderful way to thank your savior," KID sniffs, affronted, "Yes, we. You have to come too or else they will hunt you down out of the Plaza either way. The set you got there is worth a house and then some. Maybe more. I'm not that up to date with the selling prices."