A young circus, staring fresh from the bottom. Funds added, everything supported by their Father's money, and the money a few people had donated by their advertising. Edmund, now called Joker, was ecstatic beyond belief as he watched some of the new people—– who had showed up on their own, no less!—– train around the tent. Along with the first newcomers were his own family- Peter and Wendy were on the trapeze, Mally, now called Beast, was taming a tiger, and Dorothy, now Doll, was up on the tightrope, lifeline attached. She saw him watching, and gave him a big smile, a wave, and a thumbs up to let him know she was ok. Joker waved his newly attached prosthetic back at her, and she kept walking.
His eyes wandered from Doll to Beast. Much like how Doll was trusting the lifeline on her tightrope, Beast was trusting her instincts, staring down the tiger and whipping at it when needed. After making the animal sit, her red eyed gaze caught his, and she blushed. That only made him wink, in which she turned her head away from him.
Violet eyes trailed up to the smaller members of the circus on the trapeze, almost completely in sync. The trapeze astounded Joker, truly. To trust in one another was like being on a trapeze. Or in other situations, attached to a tightrope with a lifeline on your waist. Or maybe another situation where you have to trust yourself and stare staring down a 'tiger' of your own imagination.
Trust was the very principle in which circuses were bound on. It was the foundation for every performer; to work together and trust one another.
It brought a true smile to Joker's face—– one that lasted throughout the rest of the day.