Circus
A Joker fanfiction of song series. I do not own anything Batman related.
Layer 1: Fashion
Ohhh ohhh
La la la
I am, I'm too fabu-lous
I'm so, fierce that it's so nuts
I live, to be model thin
Dress me, I'm your manne-quin
j'adore vivienne I really want.
gucci, fendi, and prada.
valentino, armani too.
madame love them jimmy choo
Fashion put it all on me
Don't you want to see these clothes on me
Fashion put it all on me
I am anyone you want me to be
Ohhhh ohhhhh
La la la
We love designer
I need, some new stile-ttos
Can't walk, down the street in those
You are, who you wear it's true
A girl's just as hot as the shoes she choose
j'adore weitzman i really want.
louis, dolce gabbana, alexander mcqueen, eh ou.
madame love those minolo
Fashion put it all on me
Don't you want to see these clothes on me
Fashion put it all on me
I am anyone you want me to be
Fashion put it all on me
Don't you want to see these clothes on me
Fashion put it all on me
I am anyone you want me to be
~Lady Gaga~
The Orchestra took a break, set down their instruments for the musical interval; the string group sharpened and tuned, Brass polished, Percussion tightened. The Maestro bowed before the crowd, the curtain fell; job well done. Done? I think not. Maestro slipped out the back, unnoticed, as the performers gossiped and drank amongst themselves.
Out into the alleys and streets. His fingers trembled, lighter fluid ignited and sparked the shaking cigarette between his lips. Sexual tension. Sweat blends with rain and no one catches the difference until ingested – like a good poison or explosive.
Fumes curled into the musty air.
Dogs barked. Concrete, growling, footsteps echoed with the crowds. Fluid cracks pierced air with lightning.
And The Maestro took down the street laughing.
Foiled again – hardly. The Bat – Batsy – cornered and chained the maestro – 38th time now, I believe. I hold the keys in my hands. A ride around the court carousel and he slipped off the horse and moseyed down to the confectionary – Bread bought monthly already tasted, I crave Gobstoppers. Every face at the institution had a flavor and constitution, and The Maestro had an appetite for psychologists. Candy for Intermission.
God wondered how much longer he could keep himself entertained – I know; I'm not one for fashion shows. Boredom and abandonment came sometime in the future.
Newest treat: More blonde, white and female – but silver. Steel and Glass. Black glimmered because of harsh lights. "Evening Doctor Jones." He greeted, grinning. Rhymes with Bones.
"Evening Doctor Jones"
He broke her concentration, and her gaze flickered from paper to person.
"…Evening." She replied, echoing void.
Gunmetal dulled from dust - boredom. Earlier conversations slipped in and out of her head.
"Julie, we want you to take this case."
"Why? I'm not experienced enough!"
"No one else will take the case!"
"But it's the most dangerous case file!"
"Look, if you do, we'll give you a pay raise!"
Her mouth scrunched and tilted, eyes narrowed, displeased. "…You really don't want to waste your more experienced psychs on him, do you?"
"That's not-"
"Fine, I'll do it, but only because I mean nothing."
Having polished eye played more a curse than a blessing.
"Tell me more about yourself."
"No. We're here for you. Let's start with the usual questions, shall we?"
Her fingers fidgeted with paper as she spoke, her mouth in constant motion and knocking back cola after cola. Her whole body moved back and forth and all around.
She didn't even play present.
Observant, Active Minded, and Spatial – ingredients for Ixpetz: polished eye.
The Maestro swayed to her rhythm, melded to her mindset. Lets dress in Philosopher costume.