Incentive (Unknown)

“Insanity,” he says, eyes flitting across the milky-white pages. “Nothing but insanity.” Mirage smiles and flips a page. The book opens to a charcoal drawing– a faceless void with a sharp grin, and streaks of black across the page in distressed lines without rhyme or reason. Inside the creature’s hands death blooms. “I think it’s beautiful,” Mirage lets out a breathy voice, studying the art and running his gloved hands over the marks. “There’s always insanity somewhere inside the tortured artist.” He looks at Tommy with a soft honeyed gaze. “At the intersection of art and humanity, there is madness.” or; Your average vigilante!Tommy fic, but the villains are actually villains.