It was the smell that his him hardest, the putrefied yellowing rotting milk, infiltrating the cortex of his brain howling into the darkness of his mind. It filled the room overwhelming his senses a single tear rand down his cheek and his hands twitched and twisted in their restraints.
Ripped pornographic magazines littered the floor, stained pages curling at the edges of insanity, the broken beautiful girls with dead eyes tossed aside in fits of self-gratification. Dampness welled around the edges of his misty consciousness the rot of the floor crept up his legs tendrils of corrosion winding itself around him, penetrating to the centre of his being corrupting, infiltrating, and corroding. The wooden boards below, damp with mould and decay was a stark contrast the bleached ceramic tiles of Arkhams high security wing the Lector has just been wheeled into.
"Welcome to the madhouse freak" the guard whispered into Hannibal's facemask.
A racking cough crippled the guard hunching over as the stale air swept over them as the cell was pealed open. Momentarily a goggled face appeared in Lectors vision, and the restraints around his ankles and wrists vanished.
Hannibal gravitated from the plinth of the transportation unit, icy blue emeralds of calculating systematic manipulation turned towards the guard glittering in in his sunken eye sockets. As the door swung ominously closed and the final click of the shutter in place.
Then he was there. Exploding from the blood covered sheets of the bed, a grin wide, white makeup, green sparkling eyes the clown prince the rabid dog the Harlequin of Hate, the Ace of Knaves. A furious attack, no words, no context anger hate and fury filled the stale air.
A huge lolling tongue slobbering from the side of a giant grin, blistering green eyes spinning in their sockets. He was eating him, tearing strips of flesh from his stomach, biting down snapping, tearing feasting. Blood and gristle crunching exploding inside the barely human maw. A giant mouth wider than ever possible, more teeth than could possibly fit in a human mouth it wasn't human it was animal fury and ferocity . The joker was more animal than man his head almost fully inside Hannibal inhuman strength pulling chunks of muscle intestines away from the ravaged body. Blood splattering the walls and floor dripping over his body . Then Hannibal was doing the same. A mad dog shredding tearing devastating fury to the almost willing body. Hannibal trembled reaching down ripping shreds from his own body forcing them into his mouth eating much as he could putting his lips to the wounds drinking the life's blood. His hungry hands forcing the meat into his to the insatiable appetite.
Then a moment of clarity, a beautiful silent moment from the fury of the attack the air tensed and cooled as they locked eyes. Blood dripped from the widening grin falling almost slow motion joining the shoal of other droplets that formed the ever winding ocean of Hannibal's life.
It passed almost as if an instant could ripple the fabric of time, perhaps the slightest of grins, almost shy, removed Hannibal's mask. Meat hanging ravaged from the corner of his mouth. His dripping fingers wiping away the pearl of a tear that appeared in the corner of the jokers eye collecting in the creases of his face. Hannibal's finger left a blessing of his blood across his cheek of the joker wiping away a small portion of the makeup that hid the joker from the world.
Then it was gone and the feasting continued