My Scars Are Yours Today
Chapter Fourteen;
Water poured down his body and washed his pale skin of blood and grime. His new cuts were cleansed and his aching, bruised joints were massaged under the spray of hot water. The Joker leant back against the wall and rested his head against the tiles. Closing his eyes he sighed deeply and rubbed at his face.
He hadn’t had a proper shower in so long and he wouldn’t admit it but the hot water felt so good on his abused body. Figuring he’d wasted enough time, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel. The Joker shook his hair out and water sprayed out around him. He rubbed at his hair, face and body viciously with the towel until most of the water had been absorbed.
Regretfully he glanced across at the mirror in the bathroom and just stared for several seconds at his reflection. His hair was blonde again with only a slight tinge of green to be found in it and all of his makeup had been washed off except for a slight rim of black around his eyes and a tinge of red to his lips and scars. When he shaved he usually still had his green hair but now he felt exposed.
Dark circles were beneath his brown eyes that had become so haunted over the years. His soul had truly been lost inside of him when he had turned eighteen. Anger suddenly swelled within him and before he could stop himself he punched the mirror in fury and killed the image of Jack Napier
He hadn’t had a proper shower in so long and he wouldn’t admit it but the hot water felt so good on his abused body. Figuring he’d wasted enough time, he turned off the water and grabbed a towel. The Joker shook his hair out and water sprayed out around him. He rubbed at his hair, face and body viciously with the towel until most of the water had been absorbed.
Regretfully he glanced across at the mirror in the bathroom and just stared for several seconds at his reflection. His hair was blonde again with only a slight tinge of green to be found in it and all of his makeup had been washed off except for a slight rim of black around his eyes and a tinge of red to his lips and scars. When he shaved he usually still had his green hair but now he felt exposed.
Dark circles were beneath his brown eyes that had become so haunted over the years. His soul had truly been lost inside of him when he had turned eighteen. Anger suddenly swelled within him and before he could stop himself he punched the mirror in fury and killed the image of Jack Napier
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Really short update again. I know, I suck. But comments are nice :')Random update as well. But there you go, a little insight into the guy.