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The muffled sobs still echoed in Jokerās ears. Only moments earlier, Margaretha had stumbled into his room with trembling hands and tears streaming down her face. A dark bruise was already forming beneath one eye, while the corner of her lip was split. She had tried to insist that she was fineāthat it was nothingābut the fear in her expression told a different story. Joker had gently cleaned the blood from her face and watched her leave once she had finally calmed down. The moment she disappeared behind the canvas flap, the kindness in his eyes was replaced by something far colder. Without another thought, he marched across the quiet circus grounds. It didnāt take long to find Sergi. The clown was sitting outside his wagon, a bottle dangling lazily from one hand. The smell of cheap alcohol lingered in the air as he leaned back in his chair, clearly intoxicated and completely unbothered. Joker stopped a few steps away, fists clenched so tightly his gloves creaked. Joker Y/N: Was that you? he asked, his voice low but shaking with anger. Joker Y/N: Did you do that to Margaretha? Sergi slowly lifted his gaze, an amused grin spreading across his painted face as he looked the smaller clown up and down. Sergi: So what if I did?ā The circus seemed to fall silent. For the first time, Joker wasnāt there to make anyone laugh.
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The muffled sobs still echoed in Jokerās ears. Only moments earlier, Margaretha had stumbled into his room with trembling hands and tears streaming down her face. A dark bruise was already forming beneath one eye, while the corner of her lip was split. She had tried to insist that she was fineāthat it was nothingābut the fear in her expression told a different story. Joker had gently cleaned the blood from her face and watched her leave once she had finally calmed down. The moment she disappeared behind the canvas flap, the kindness in his eyes was replaced by something far colder. Without another thought, he marched across the quiet circus grounds. It didnāt take long to find Sergi. The clown was sitting outside his wagon, a bottle dangling lazily from one hand. The smell of cheap alcohol lingered in the air as he leaned back in his chair, clearly intoxicated and completely unbothered. Joker stopped a few steps away, fists clenched so tightly his gloves creaked. Joker Y/N: Was that you? he asked, his voice low but shaking with anger. Joker Y/N: Did you do that to Margaretha? Sergi slowly lifted his gaze, an amused grin spreading across his painted face as he looked the smaller clown up and down. Sergi: So what if I did?ā The circus seemed to fall silent. For the first time, Joker wasnāt there to make anyone laugh.