Sidney "Onyxx" Green (_onyxx) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-08-13 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | candy quackenbush, onyxx |
Who: Candy and Onyxx
What: Another reunion.
When: Day after Joker got stuck in holding.
Where: Their home.
Warnings: Cuteness, most likely.
Onyxx sat in the comfort of his own home again, but he was not restful. He’d been alone in the home since he returned the day before, and he’d had time to think. The problem was…his mind was so muddled. He hadn’t said anything, not a word, but his mind was, really and truly, a mess. The life he’d lived without her, it seemed so real, and all of that – all of the stolen knowledge, all of the loss, the pain, the rage, the years upon years of endless suffering – had been dumped into the mind of a sixteen year old boy. A boy that didn’t have what most would call well-developed coping mechanisms. He’d slowly been working it out, untangling the mess that was his mind, safe in the knowledge that he would not lose Candy.
And then the sniveling little jester that thought himself an agent of chaos showed up. He could have crushed his skull without a second thought. He’d done much worse without hesitation and without breaking a sweat. He wouldn’t even be troubled by the slightest hint of remorse in this case. But he hadn’t. Not because he gave a damn about how the high and mighty Batman would feel about it, but because Candy didn’t seem to want it. However much it confused him, however much he hated feeling utterly helpless hiding in dingy motel rooms, if Candy wanted it this way, it would be done this way. And now they were reuniting…
…but he couldn’t shake the nagging fear in his mind, not now. He’d thought the reunion would be permanent last time, that they would never have to lose each other again. And then the clown arrived, and they were forced to hide in separate places, left on the verge of losing each other again.
It had taken every ounce of self-control not to storm into the police station the Joker was being held in and smash his head into paste. Somehow, he thought the police would only put up a token resistance, if that. And if they did? A few of them might end up in the hospital. So what? To remove a threat like the Joker, if he had to cause temporary pain to a few civil servants, well…he wouldn’t cry for them.
He’d locked the door to the bathroom. After a meeting with Jack Daniels last night, Onyxx had trashed it, and he was in the process of getting it cleaned up. So perhaps he wasn’t coping as well as he should have been, but he was doing better. Slowly.
Now he sat, his fingers steepled in front of his face, his eyes glazed over as he thought. If she could see him now, Candy would have sworn he’d been replaced with his elder self again, his frown lines deep and a strange sort of tiredness about him. Of course, she wouldn’t. The minute he heard the door open all of this would be put back in the little box in his mind and be just as normal as ever. She might be able to tell that something was wrong, she was very perceptive, but he would brush it aside as the last stresses of recent events.