♡️️️️️️️️️️️️️ ℬ 𑁊 Interactions ៸ Chaoticjoke ／ Joker. - Blog Posts

every  cloud  has  a  silver  lining  ;  but  there’s  still  hope,  even  in  the  strangest  of  circumstances,  coming  from  the  uttermost  unexpected  individuals.  for  a  moment  there,  all  hope  seemingly  dimmed  into  nothingness,  overshadowed  by  the  fear  of  not  attaining  her  goal.  it  was,  after  all,  beyond  barbie’s  subjectiveness  since  all  barbielanders’  lives  could  be  at  stake.  as  soon  as  he  responded,  relief  comes  washing  over  her,  a  burden  no  longer  weighing  on  her  shoulders  –  and  she  finally  exhales  the  air  that  was  chocking  her  just  a  few  moments  ago.  he  was  also  so  kind  to  have  noticed  she  was  a  doll!  therefore,  the  chain  reaction  of  sheer  kindness  pulls  at  the  rims  of  her  rosy  lips,  her  smile  growing  wider  in  return.

❝  oh,  wow,  thank  you!  that’s  seriously  amazing  of  you  to  help  me  out,  i  really  appreciate  it!  ❞  ceruleans  flickered  to  look  at  him  properly  –  after  all,  he  was  the  savior  she  needed  in  this  time  of  crisis.  and  she  notices  the  eccentric  makeup  upon  his  visage  in  a  quick  but  meticulous  scan.  the  bright  smile  stayed  still,  as  if  engraved  on  her  own  countenance  ;  what  a  time  to  be  a  plastic  doll,  right?  barbie  shifts  her  position  to  stay  beside  him  –  a  showcase  of  equality  and  amity  intertwined.  ❝  i  love  your  makeup,  by  the  way!  you  know,  when  i  was  still  studying  to  become  an  actress  in  the  theater,  i  used  to  go  beyond  the  lines  i’ve  been  given.  kinda  like  your  makeup.  it  was  bold,  but  it  got  me  the  role.  are  you  also  a  performer?  maybe  we  can  play  together  sometime.  ❞

innocence  envelops  her  body  and  it  leaves  with  the  words  she  has  spoken.  despite  hearing  stories,  this  barbie  doesn’t  know  much  about  the  real  world.  sure,  she  has  learnt  scripts  by  heart  and  she  poured  out  emotions  she  doesn’t  naturally  feel  –  and  all  for  the  cameras.  despite  her  notoriety,  barbie  was  only  a  doll.  she  was  manufactured  to  be  kind  and  friendly  and  definitely  not  aware  by  the  reality.  she  was  made  to  give  little  girls  hope  –  and  to  be  played  by  little  girls.  her  knowledge  didn’t  expand  much  further  than  what  a  kid  knows.  there  was  kindness  and  recklessness  and  happiness  and  also  politeness.  cue  the  alarm  that  rings  in  her  mind,  and  she’s  quick  to  follow  up,  ❝  i’m  sorry,  i  completely  forgot  about  introductions.  i’m  barbie!  and  you  are?  ❞

He didn't believe in coincidences.

The thought sent him back to one of his recent bank heists. A very busy day, lots of customers. The whole operation went smoothly, none of the hostages acting foolishly brave, nothing remarkable. Except one thing. The girl looking at him with those enormously big blue eyes. She didn't look scared of him like most kids would. Her gaze was full of sheer curiosity that was impossible to miss in the whimpering crowd. He stopped right in front of the girl crouching a little to her level making her mother scream and pull her daughter closer to her chest. The little girl, though, gave him her most charming smile, a smile that was missing a baby tooth, but pretty nonetheless, and lifted her arms to give him her most prized possession - a Barbie doll.

He mouthed "For me?" and solemnly accepted the gift, throwing the doll in his blue duffel bag on top of the money bills and a couple of guns. In return, he fished a shabby-looking potato peeler out of his pocket and slapped it into the girls tiny hands. "For potatoes." He whispered conspiratorially, making all witnesses watching silently hold their breath. "And skin."

The doll would sit on his desk among various objects cluttering his workspace -- a collection of knives, a map of Gotham, a couple of burner phones, blueprints, duct tape, latest issues of The Gotham Times, a Mehron makeup kit, a bunch of crayons, piles of newspaper and magazine cutouts. He didn't pay much attention to the doll. Sometimes the toy would be tossed aside or fall on the dirty floor during the chaotic energy of his work in progress but life was never meant to be easy even for a doll, now was it?

The moment when he turned around and saw her made him blink. It couldn't be. He couldn't be imagining this. Even her clothes looked similar. He didn't believe in coincidences. He only believed in chaos. He also believed in Gotham. And she provided.

"Well, hello there, beautiful." He gives her his most amiable smile flashing the yellowed teeth. 'The sir' knew every corner of this city like a back of his own hand and he needed to act fast. "This is your lucky day, doll, because I'm headed there myself. Would ya care to join me?"

everyday  used  to  be  the  same  in  barbieland  until  it  wasn’t  –  a  rupture  of  some  sorts  occurred  about  a  year  ago,  when  stereotypical  barbie  had  to  go  to  the  real  world  and    solve  the  issue.  and  apparently,  it  was  this  barbie’s  turn.  she  waved  farewell  to  every  barbie,  ken  and  midge,  skipper  &  allan  too.  it  was  comforting  to  know  someone  was  waiting  for  her  return  before    she  even  left,  but  it  was  something  that  had  to  be  done.  urgent,  nonetheless.  no  more  barbies  should  bare  witness  to  these  horrific  conditions.  as  it  turns  out,  the  scenarios  get  worse  each  time!  barbie  found  out  the  hard  way  that  her  morning  milk  was  spoilt  and  that  water  is,  in  fact,  wet  (  also  that  showers  seem  to  work?? ).

and  off  she  went  into  the  real  world,  to  fix  this  catastrophe.  but  this  world  seems  duller  than  barbie  mentioned.  ceruleans  wander  in  horror  at  the  sights  of  …  she  squints  at  a  bill  barbieboard,  reading  G  -  O  -  T  -  H  -  A  -  M    .    E  -  L  -  E  -  C  -  T  -  I  -  O  -  N  -  S.  interesting  name,  she  thought,  wondering  who  gotham  was.  as  she  walked  down  a  busy  street,  barbie  tried  to  stop  individuals  to  ask  them  about  mattel  headquarters,  but  everyone  seemed  to  ignore  her.  weird,  definitely  weird.

🙶  excuse  me  sir  -  sir!  sir?  🙷  another  failed  attempt  and  melancholy  started  to  set  in.  this  was  harder  than  stereotypical  barbie’s  encounter  with  the  real  world.  🙶  sir,  excuse  me,  🙷  she  tried  once  more,  this  time  lightly  patting  @chaoticjoke's  shoulder,  unlike  the  previous  attempts  which  were  exclusively  verbal.  🙶  hi!  can  you  tell  me  where  to  find  mattel?  🙷  a  bright  smile  flashed,  she  couldn’t  let  down  courtesy,  even  if  time  was  important  and  ruth  knows  what  would  happen  if  she  took  too  long  to  fix  the  rupture  in  barbieland.