LunaLore has got chaos painted on her face and Gotham trembling in its boots. The smeared white makeup glows under the lights, red grin stretched wider than a bad decision (of which there are many), and black circles under the eyes deep enough to hide a body or two.
The vibe’s pure Joker energy: too much eyeliner, not enough therapy. She doesn’t tell jokes because she is the punchline and the creator at the same time. Somewhere, Batman’s already tired. But there’s not much happening in the clothes department since she has taken off the jacket and is showing her tattoos instead. Because what’s one Puddin’ to do without a little bit of spice?
Gotham wanted order, but LunaLore showed up with a smudge brush and said, why so serious?
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