Reach
"I'm a dog chasing cars."
Society is temporarily on mute, and the screaming silence is deafening, set apart from what defines quiet. It is a portrait, painted in splashes of gray across the horizon's breast, the pale sun's face being hauled upon its heartstrings to watch before the moon has even fully retired.
And yet there is some mumble amongst the calm as time becomes locked between dawn and sunrise, pale fingertips of rose and carnation light trying to reach out across the city. There is a silhouette amongst the intersection.
A figure hangs out of a swerving police car. The blaring siren slices through the hushed city, the flashing lights illuminating the blurred shapes. Blue and red make soft violet, and the siren's azurite and carmine make a violent purple; it is his color that is splashed across passersby, and dawn and sunrise's glows do not exist. Violet is royal, purple is sublime.
He is drinking in the soul of the city— of his city.
" I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it."
Disclaimer: I do not own the Joker, Gotham, his motives, or anything to do with the Dark Knight or Batman.
A/N: This is a complete re-write of "Patrol." I re-watched TDK, and realized I had my timeline wrong. I also fixed some other small tense errors.