#i forgot how much i loved jonathan crane

[givemeureyes]

he’s a 10 but he doesn’t bow to fear, fear bows to him

#hehe i’m relistening to rogues the podcast #i forgot how much i loved jonathan crane #and edward nygma #and their relationship #rogues the podcast #codotverse #jonathan crane #scarecrow dc #dc scarecrow #dc comics #dc universe

[pictureinme]

hcs for taking care of cillian charcters when they’re sick & when you get sick in return?

thank you thank you for this! i decided to put a few more characters for this, i love the concept LOL

patricia 'kitten' braden

» she is the epitome of 'woe is me' when she's sick - pillows upon pillows, tissues everywhere, a hand upon her forehead as she wears her most extravagant nightgown... she has appearances to keep up! » she requests you to dote on her every need - spoon-feeding her soup, putting on her favorite records and lighting the loveliest of candles when the overhead light is just too much to bear » once she recovers, you've fallen just as ill - she apologizes PROFUSELY for making you kiss her constantly, but how could she abstain from you?! » she cooks for you, making sure you're getting every single nutrient to heal fast - picture soups full of veggies, assorted fruit, and, frankly, disgusting smoothies because she read about it in cosmo

neil lewis

» honestly pathetically arrogant, let's be real - swears he's just fine, tries to keep running the store but he sneezed on a copy of 'dr. strangelove' a customer was trying to rent and lucien kicked him out (for everyone's benefit) » once you have him at home, he wears three masks and gloves, spraying everything down with lysol for fear of getting you sick - the only thing he accepts from you is little snacks and the meds he forgot » you somehow get sick despite his best efforts ... even though he did make you throw out all of his various tissues - he immediately goes to webmd with whatever symptoms you present & definitely micromanages your meds schedule » asks marcia and her husband for advice, but only kind they've got is related to their little bundle of joy - they do, however, send him back home with a fuck ton of goodies for you to wake up to from your sickly nap

emma skillpa

» hides her sickness from you as long as possible, to the point of her passing out mid cleaning - luckily you catch her, and she is beyond embarrassed. "oh, please don't worry, i'll be back on my feet in no time!" » you carry her up the stairs, laying her on her bed, and she can't help but swoon at your control of the situation - she tells you exactly the things she needs, sometimes attempting to get out of bed herself to get them. she already has some soup frozen in the ice box, so all you have to do is thaw them » she goes full emma mode when you've fallen ill after taking such good care of her - calls your place of work, telling them you've fallen deathly ill and need a week off (what a gem she is). makes sure you drink every last bit of soup, no ifs or buts » genuinely does not let you leave the bedroom for the entire week, even if you've already recovered by that point - spends time with you, of course, but she has lots to do around the house! maybe being held captive by emma wasn't so bad, hm?

jackson rippner

» cannot STAND being sick, especially with the delays in his job that could occur - however, he very much enjoys you doting on him like his little caretaker. he can't resist playing house » makes sure you attend to his every need, especially while wearing a cute little outfit (nurse costume unnecessary, but not out of the question) - "come on, do a little spin for me, it's the least you can do. i'm a sick man who needs his meds from his oh so sexy wife!" » you falling ill was not in the itinerary, but he loves how cute you look bundled up in the sheets - he pokes fun at you, but still gets you all the stuff you need » if he has to leave for a job in the middle of your sickness, he leaves you with a nest of items you could ever possibly need, as well as an on-call doctor he knows for... reasons - "i'll just be a few states away, but if shit gets serious, don't hesitate to call my burner. yes, i need it for this job, i don't know why. please stop asking so many questions."

jonathan crane

» you can barely tell he's sick for the first few days, but you notice the redness around his nose - when you bring it up, he immediately shoots you down. "darling, if i was sick, i couldn't be doing my job, now could i?" » meanwhile, the next time you see him, he's passed out in his office chair with tissues stuffed in his pocket like a lapel. you bring him back to your place so he can properly rest - he wakes up confused, but silently grateful for the glass of water and medicine you placed on the nightstand next to him » having him stay at your place got you sick pretty fast, and you couldn't believe how he was surviving with the level of congestion you're having - he stays home from work enough to dote on you in his own special way, taking note of your symptoms to properly take care of you » he only goes to the office a few times to bring you back some high doses of medicine you couldn't get over the counter at a cvs, so you could heal as fast as possible - "i know the pills are bigger than normal, but you only have to take them once a day for the rest of the week. don't be such a crybaby."

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #neil lewis x reader #emma skillpa x reader #jackson rippner x reader #jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader

[dutchess-of-fear]

Dinner and a Dance

Jonathan Crane x Reader

A/N: I thought of this while I was listening to dream a little dream of me by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. And plus I am so obsess with Jonathan Crane from the the dark knight trilogy lately and so I made this.

Masterlist

You had a very stressful day at work and didn't left work until 6:30 that evening. Mentally cursed yourself as you forgot to get some take out for you and Jonathan as you made it to the driveway of your shared home. But was so tired, 'Maybe once I'm inside I could ask for home delivery, Probably get a pizza' You thought as you slowly walked up to the door and opened it.

You were then taken by surprise by a delicious smell of food coming from the kitchen and 1950s love songs playing from the living. You didn’t want to disturb your husband from his cooking so you softly closed the door behind you before then placing your coat and bag on the couch,

"Oh My Love! How's was work, you were late home" I heard from behind me.

I turned around to see my handsome husband Jonathan Crane, wearing a simple black long shirt and black jeans, he was leaning against the doorframe of the living room, I didn’t say anything, but the silent response answered his question, "oh. Work was bad was it?" I slowly walked over to Jonathan and gently hugged him as he invited me in his arms.

"It was just so annoying, especially some of my co workers. But I'm happy to be back at home with you" I said as I slick back Jonathan's hair feeling his soft fluffy hair.

He then press his lips soft against mine before pulling away smiling "well luckily I made you dinner. Hope you like spaghetti?" I smiled wide and nodded my head, I then walked over to the kitchen to looked at the food and it's smell so amazing "here have a seat my love, dinner is getting ready".

You both finished dinner as you both sat in the living room drinking the wine you both had for dinner, just then as you both were relaxing a beautiful song you love started to play, Couldn’t help yourself you got up and asked Jonathan to dance with you as he accepted with a smile you love so dearly as you both sway to the music as you softly sang.

Stars shining bright above you

Night breezes seems to whisper, I love you

Birds singin' in the sycamore tree

Dream a little dream of me

He then gently spun me around before going back to just swaying back and forth, looking into each other eyes lovingly.

Say Nighty night and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

While I'm alone and blue as can be

Dream a little dream of me

Then to my surprise he lean his head to my ear and softy sang the next part with me

Stars fading but I linger on dear

Still craving your kiss

Now I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear

Just saying this

"I love you so much (Y/N)" no matter how many times he say those words. It still make your heart swell with just love for this man in front of you as you held his face, and lean forward our lips barely touching and before I closed the gap between each other "I love you too, Jonathan, forever and always"

#jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy #jonathan crane #dc comics #the dark knight #the dark knigth rises #batman begins

[2-guns-b1tch]

Midnight Visitor

Rating: Explicit +18

Pairing: BTAA! Scarecrow x F!Reader

I really wanted to write something about the Scarecrow from the Audio Adventures. I love his voice and his mannerisms so much. Sorry if this a little OOC, i think i wasn't able to portray him exactly right, but I hope you like this and let me now if I forgot to mention a trigger warning.

Ao3

+18 Minors DNI!!! Fear Play, Mildly Dubious Consent, Breathplay if you squint, Vaginal Sex.

The waiting room is practically empty when you come in. The only person in there is Miss Gold and she seems to be getting ready to leave for her lunch break.

"Hello, Miss Gold," your voice breaks the silence, making her jump on her chair.

Miss Gold snaps her head in your direction, laughing softly with a hand on her chest when she realizes is actually you.

"Oh, hello, Mrs. Crane. I was sou caught that you startled me."

Miss Gold has been Jonathan's secretary for almost two years. She was a little shorter than you, wearing high heels to make up for the missing inches. Her round, rosy cheeks reminded you of a peach, matching her plumper silhouette. Her clothes were often pastel and soft, which made her stand out in the dull environment of the clinic.

Although Miss Gold was sweet and helpful, she always had this nervous expression on her face, looking like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack constantly. You needed to have a conversation with Jonathan to find out what kind of pressure he was putting on the poor secretary.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to sneak in like this," you say, approaching her table. "I came to bring Jonathan's lunch. Is he here?"

Miss Gold nods, "Yes, he is, dear. Would you like me to let him know you're here?"

"You don't have to, thank you. Go enjoy your lunch, Miss Gold. I will take care of the doctor now.”

You say goodbye before she leaves and you knock on Jonathan's door, his voice on the other end signaling you to come in.

"What's so important, Miss-" Jonathan lifts his head towards you, the annoyed expression on his face being washed away when he lays his eyes on you, a small smile forming on the corners of his lips.

You can't help but shiver as you walk over to his desk. The old, dark furniture gave the room a gloomy air, the dim lights creating strange shadows. But what made you feel more uneasy were the old Argus Studios posters hanging on the walls. Basil Karlo's wicked gaze followed you wherever you went.

You try to shake off that feeling when Jonathan gets up and meets you halfway.

"What do I owe the pleasure of your honorable presence?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

You pull him by his orange tie – the same one you had gifted him last Christmas – until he was at your level and you could kiss him on the cheek.

"You forgot that at home, so I thought I'd stop by to deliver it to you," you lift the lunchbox, handing it to him.

He slaps a hand on his forehead, giving a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. "What would I do without my dear wife?"

"You would probably end up forgetting your head somewhere," you pat him at the shoulder before sitting down on the therapy couch.

Jonathan just nods, sitting next to him. He opens the package, admiring for a few seconds what you had packed before he started eating.

You watch him finish the salad in just a few bites and then stuff his mouth full of spaghetti. He licks his lips, letting out a few moans of delight between bites.

"Good to know you still like my food," you comment out Loud.

"How could I not? That was one of the main reasons I married you."

You try to look offended by giving him a weak slap on the arm, but you can't hide your smile when he starts laughing.

"You're terrible!"

"You can't go back now. Until death do us part, remember?" he shrugs as if there's nothing you can do. “Besides, we both know you’re crazy about me."

You roll your eyes at him, but your fingers troke your wedding ring, a warm sensation spreading across your chest.

"You look hungry. What would you have eaten if I hadn’t brought your lunch?"

He shrugs as he finishes chewing. "I probably would have asked Miss Gold to buy me something. Don't worry."

But it was impossible not to worry. In these last months, Jonathan left early in the morning and returned only late at night. He said he was too busy at the office and that you shouldn't wait for him awake. Even then you always woke up when he arrived home and helped him take off his clothes, only being able to talk for a few minutes until he fell asleep exhausted.

Of course you were grateful for the comfortable life his jobs provided, and you were very proud of his career as a doctor and professor, but you didn't want him to work until he killed himself.

You run your fingers through his hair, brushing a few strands off his forehead. He definitely needed a cut. On top of that, he looked even thinner and the dark circles under his eyes were getting bigger. But even after all these years together, he was still the man of your dreams. A little mean and weird, but you didn't want it any other way.

Jonathan stares at you, his gaze as warm and loving as ever. But at the same time it seemed so far away, as if he wasn't really there.

"Today they're going to reprise some classic horror movies. What do you think? You, me, a bucket of popcorn?" you propose.

"I'm sorry, dear. Not today. I have some tests that I need to go through and-" Jonathan begins to explain himself, but you interrupt him.

"It's okay, you have work to do. I get it.”

You bite your tongue, hating how angry you sound. You didn't want to take your frustrations out on him, but you missed Jonathan so much. You missed dancing with him as he hummed some silly music he made up. To watch the classic horror movies he loved so much. To simply be able to talk to him without Jonathan falling asleep in the middle of a sentence. And you missed the sex, too.

Jonathan was still affectionate, of course, but the caresses and touches boiled down to a quick kiss before he left or a hug when he arrived. Nothing more than that. Now, Jonathan left a void around the house, like a ghost walking in the halls.

He places the lunch box on the coffe table, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You're upset, I understand.”

You move your gaze to your lap. "I'm not upset. I'm just... tired. I’ve barely seen you these last few days."

He puts his hand over yours, his skin feeling cold against your own.

"I know these past months have been difficult. But I'll make it up to you," he strokes your cheek, tilting your chin to look into your eyes. "I promise."

You really want to believe him, but a part of you suspects that these are empty promises. This behavior will keep repeating itself and you will keep forgiving him, until eventually you drift further apart.

A paranoid little voice in the back of your mind suggests a hypothesis for Jonathan's absence and you hate yourself for thinking about something like that. What if he was cheating on you? What if all this distance over the past few months was actually someone between you.

Jonathan wasn't that kind of man, but the voice kept repeating. What if? What if he had grown tired of you? What if that person was more beautiful? Or more interesting? What if they made him happier than you?

The idea makes your stomach turn and you swallow dry. You pull your hand from his grip, getting up from the couch.

"I should go," you say as you put the lunchboxes back in the bag. "After all, you have a lot of work to do."

You feel numb as Jonathan follow you to the door, barely feeling the goodbye kiss he places on your forehead.

You wish you had walked out of the office hoping that things would get better or at least satisfied that this is just a temporary crisis that all couples have to face at some point.

Instead, doubt and a feeling of distress accompany you all the way home.

——

You stir awake, being pulled slowly from your dreams. Everything seems hazy and fuzzy as you run you fingers over Jonathan’s bedside, but you only find his side cold and empty. You sigh in frustration, letting your head sink against the pillow again. You should be used to it by now.

The alarm on your bedside table signals that it's past midnight, the numbers on the digital clock flashing through the darkness of the room. You snuggle under the covers again, almost forgetting what woke you up in the first place. Sleep is so tempting and you start to drift off.

But an insistent sound keeps you awake. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes getting used to the darkness as you begin to make out what exactly the noise was.

Steps. Someone was walking around the apartment.

You pull the sheets, the sole of your foot meeting the cold floor. You try not to assume the worst as you get out of bed. Maybe it was just Jonathan coming home from work.

You step into the hallway, turning on the switch, but the light bulb flickers a few time before the shadows envelop you once more. You sigh, cursing yourself silently. The hallway light wasn’t working properly and you were supposed to change it weeks ago.

You walk slowly with your arms extended in front of your body so you don’t bump into anything until you can reach the bathroom door. You turn the lights on and a momentary feeling of safety rushes over you. Everything looks okay in the bathroom, so you decide to let the lights on and the door open to let a little bit o the light illuminate the hallway.

After that you go to check the living room and the kitchen. Your thin nightgown isn't enough to keep you warm on that cold night and you hug yourself, a shiver running through your skin.

You finally go to the front door to test the handle. To your relief, is locked and the bolt was in place. Even though you lived in a safe neighborhood you still had your fears, after all, Gotham is Gotham. You can never be too sure.

Maybe it was just a dream? You wonder for a second until you notice the light in Jonathan's office leaking through the small crack in the door. As you get closer, the sound of mumbling and papers being flipped through becomes more noticeable. Jonathan was really incorrigible. After hours at his office, he brought even more work home.

"Jon, you should go to bed," you stop in front of the door, rubbing your eyes until they get used to the brightness of the room.

You had the clear image of Jonathan in your head. He'd be sitting behind his desk with a tired expression on his face, pen hanging loose in his hand while he is finishing giving grades fos his students’ tests. You would whisper in a sweet tone and stroke his hair until he agreed to follow you back to bed.

Instead, your heart sinks as your eyes fall on the stranger leaning over Jonathan's desk, papers scattered everywhere. He was tall and thin, wearing a brown suit. His face was covered by a patched mask, a rope around his neck.

You've heard and read countless stories about him, but you never expected that one day you'd come face to face with the Scarecrow.

Sleep is a distant thing now. The adrenaline coursing through your veins makes your whole body tense, your feet stuck on the ground. Your instincts scream at you to run, fight, do anything, but the idea of moving seems impossible. All you can do is watch transfixed as Scarecrow stares at you from across the room, a heavy, suffocating silence forming between the two of you.

For some reason he seems as surprised as you do, as if he didn't expect someone to show up.

He walks around the table with slow steps, his hands raised in the air. "Hush. I didn't come here to hurt you," he sounds calm and... strangely familiar. But the grim smile sewn into his mask doesn't help to reassure you.

This is like a nightmare. The kind where you stay in the same place while running, unable to distance yourself from the monster that chases you, no matter how hard you try. But now, the monster wouldn't disappear when you opened your eyes. No matter how much you blink, he's still there.

He's only a few inches away, his hand almost touching your arm, when your feet finally work again and you run out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.

You can hear the Scarecrow right behind you through the rapid beating of your heart, his footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor, but you don't dare look back.

Your first extinct is to open one of the drawers to grab the biggest knife you can find. You turn just in time to see the Scarecrow standing in the kitchen doorway, your trembling hands gripping the handle of the knife as you point the blade at him. The shadows cast strange shapes on his face, making the smile on his mask seem even bigger. For a moment he looks like one of the monsters from Jonathan's movies.

"Don't come closer!" you scream.

He ignores your order, taking one step toward you and then another. Approaching in the same careful manner that a predator approaches its prey.

You swallow, your wobbly legs seeming to be unable to bear your own weight. "If you come any closer I-I... I'm going to hurt you."

He pauses for a moment, tilting his head as he studies you. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves ma’am. You don't want to make any rash decisions."

"Stay away from me! My husband is going to arrive any moment and he's going to-"

The Scarecrow throws his head back in a cruel laugh that sends a shiver down your spine, as if you've said something stupid.

"Look at you, trying to rationalize with fear. So brave," he shakes his head, approaching again.

With every step he takes, you take another step back in a futile attempt to increase the distance between you. You keep retreating until you're backed against the kitchen counter and that's when it lunges at you. He slaps your hand, throwing your knife across the room.

You try to scream, but he presses his hand over your mouth to muffle your cries for help. You flinch at the sensation of the cold leather of his gloves on your skin, his fingers sinking into the flesh of your arm.

You're like a deer at headlights, too scared to fight for your survival. He was so close now, you could see his eyes through the holes in the mask, deep brown circles staring back at you. His pupils were dilated, he was enjoying it.

To your horror, he presses his face against your neck. He inhales deeply against your skin, letting out a satisfied hum. The hair on the back of your neck stands up and you shiver against his grip.

"You’re afraid, aren’t you? You’re afraid, and it’s delicious,” he whispers close to your ear, his voice becoming dark and low as he takes a sharp inhale. "Mmm. You fear is so sweet, I can almost taste it on my tongue. Oh, darling. You're terrified," he laughs hoarsely.

You close your eyes so tightly that you can see little white spots. The whole world seems to spin and you feel dizzy. Would he drug you with the fear gas that all the news have been talking about? Or maybe force you to swallow some of the drugs he makes that look like Halloween candy? You can only think of Jonathan coming home to find your lifeless body lying on the kitchen floor.

The sob you let out goes almost unnoticed and you think he'll just ignore you, but the Scarecrow leans back, your eyes meeting as tears roll down your face.

"Shhh. No crying. Those aren't the kind of tears I want from you," he says in a soft, almost soothing tone as he strokes your hair. "I'll let you talk now, but don't scream. Got it?"

You nod as best you can and he finally pulls his hand off of you. Your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you try to speak.

"Wha... What are you going to do with me?" you ask.

"I'm still deciding," he shrugs.

"I don't have anything you want."

"Maybe I don't want something you have. Maybe I want you to do something for me. Have you thought about that?"

His words take a second to fully hit you. You wish you had misunderstood, but it was impossible not to notice the way he looked at you, how his eyes traveled up and down your body. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you shake your head.

"Please don't. I... I have a husband and he-"

Scarecrow interrupts you with a loud sigh. "You keep talking about your husband, but where is he?"

You open your mouth to answer him, but close it right away, pressing your lips into a thin line. You didn't know where Jonathan really was. Maybe he wasn't even in the office. What if he had lied to you?

He continues in a low tone, as if he's telling you a secret. "What kind of husband leaves his wife like that? So lonely. So vulnerable," one of his hands goes down slowly to caress the bare flesh of your thigh while the other grips your waist. You are startled by the feeling of his hands on you, how his touch is surprisingly slow and sensual. You find yourself thinking about Jonathan for a second before remembering that he's not the one touching you.

"Were you waiting for him? That's why you're wearing this nightgown? How lovely," his laugh makes your cheeks heat up. "Lucky me."

He drags his hand up your stomach, running along your sides, teases one of your breasts until your nipple is a stiffen bud underneath your nightgown. You try to look distant on the outside, but it’s impossible to deny the wetness forming between your legs. You bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to hold in any noises.

You don't want that. You don't want his hands on you. You don't want his body against yours. But you can't remember the last time you felt wanted. It's been so long since you and Jonathan had sex. You're so tired of feeling alone.

Even with these ideas running through your head, you place a hand against his chest, opening up a bit of space between the two of you.

"No. That's not right," you say, "I don't... I don't want this."

"Oh, don't be like that," he whispers, rubbing his face against you neck. "That could be our little secret. I'm not going to tell anyone. I promise."

The air is drawn out of your lungs, as if you've been punched in the stomach. You turn your head slowly, the words stuck in your throat.

"Jonathan?" you mutter.

His body tenses suddenly, and he tilts his head back, staring at you wide-eyed, like a child who just got caught with his hand inside the cookie jar. How could you not have noticed before? Maybe it was fear confusing your senses, but all the signs were there. The same tall, slender silhouette, the long limbs, the deep brown eyes. The same voice. The same laugh.

He breaks the silence with a low laugh, shaking his head.

"I knew I couldn't fool your forever. You always have been so smart."

He lifts the mask slowly, revealing every bit of his face. The face you knew so well. Jonathan's face.

A million questions cross your mind, but before you can say anything Jonathan presses you against the counter again, capturing your lips.

You gasp and throw a fist into his chest, pressing your teeth against his bottom lip, biting hard enough to hurt, but this jusy makes Jonathan growls like a mad dog. His hands run all over your body, not knowing where to stop. He tugs at your nightgown, the cold air sending shivers through your skin as he grabs and squeezes every bit of flesh he can reach.

The kiss is demanding and sloppy, his hot tongue trailing across your lips and invading your mouth. All you can do is hold on to Jonathan as if your life depended on it, making him grunt as your nails sink into his covered back.

There's something familiar about how your bodies move in sync. A sensual dance that the two of you had done thousands of times before. But now there's a hunger behind Jonathan's movements, something possessive, as if he won’t let you escape. Maybe you were as hungry as he was.

The next moment your world changes perspective as Jonathan turns you around, lowering you down onto the kitchen counter until your cheek is pressed against the cold surface. You moan softly as he lifts the thin material of your nightgown, his mouth leaving warm kiss on the skin of your back.

He pulls your panties down, kicking your legs apart. You were practically naked, while Jonathan was fully clothed, having only taken off his mask and gloves. You feel so exposed, nothing to hide yourself while Jonathan stares at you laid bare before him.

You can hear him shuffling behind you, undoing his own belt and pants in a hurry. You turn your head just in time to see him approaching, his flushed cock pressing against your pussy, making you both grunt together. You don't even care if it hurts, all you want is Jonathan inside you. Filling you completely. Fuck, you want him so bad.

He gathers some of your wetness, his dick sliding in between your folds in slow movements. You moan softly when the tip catches on your clit, the sweet sensation making you buckle your hips towards him.

"Johnny..." you whine, "Please."

Jonathan laughs in a mocking tone, but you know he's not in the mood for teasing either.

You’re wet enough so there is no resistance as he presses intou you, your walls stretching to accommodate his cock. Jonathan moves slowly, leaving you’re both panting when he’s fully inside you. The pain and the pleasure mix deliciously, you missed him so much.

The first thrust takes the air out of your lungs. The second makes your legs tremble. The third makes your back arch and a sweet sound leave your lips. He keeps rutting against you, slow and deep. The wet sound of your bodies combined and your moans reverberate through the walls.

"You're the perfect victim, you know?" he says in between grunts, "You're so beautiful when you're scared. Oh, and when you started running – Fuck... I almost lost my mind. I wanted to take you right there on the floor."

You clench around him, driving him even deeper into you. Jonathan realizes the effect his words have on you, giving you a breathless chuckle.

"Did you like that? Do you like the idea of a maniac fucking you?"

The idea shouldn't be so tempting, but you can't stop thinking about Jonathan hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself and pull you into the darkness with him, where he could do whatever he wanted to you.

You nod weakly and he grips you tighter, his nails leaving half-moon marks on the soft skin of your waist.  His pace is brutal now, your body moving everytime his hips hits your backside.

"Next time... Hah... I'll give you some of the toxin, just enough to keep you on the edge and a little scared," he takes a sharp breath, throwing his head back, "And then... I'm going to put on my mask and I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

You open your mouth, but you can’t form words to save your life, so you reach out behind you

to something to hold until your fingers find the rope around Jonathan’s neck and you pull him towards you. He lets out a surprised sound, turning into a sinful moan. His chest is against your back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

It’s good. It’s so fucking good. You can’t believe you almost forgot how good it was to have him inside you. You make a silent promise to never let him leave again.

One of his hands moves around your body, his fingers meeting your throbbing clit. He makes quick circles around it, pinching and pressing on it hard. For a moment it all seems too much and not enough at the same time. His cock moving inside you, the pressure on your clit. It was overwhelming in the best kind of way.

With your cheek pressed against the counter and tears streaming down your face, you can feel your orgasm approaching. Behind you, Jonathan's movements get more and more out of rhythm and you know he's not that far away either.

He keeps one hand in between your legs while the other lays flat on your mid section, pulling you close to him, your bodies still glued together.

"Tell me -Ah... Tell me who I am,” he mumbles, cheek nuzzled in your temple. “Tell me what I am,” almost sound like he is begging and you could never say no to him.

"Scarecrow!" the word leaves your lips before you know it. "You're the Scarecrow."

"Yes! That’s right! That’s right, good girl. My good girl,” his praise goes straight to your pussy and you squeeze him impossibly tight.

You throw your head back, stretching your neck until you can kiss him. It’s all teeth and tongue while he keeps moving inside you with shallow thrusts.

Your orgasm hits you so hard that almost hurts. The knot in your lower belly finally snaps and the wave of carnal bliss washes over your. Jonathan comes right after you. He curses between clenched teeth, his hips curling, his breath hot on your skin as he fills your cunt with hot wads of cum.

 You both breathe heavily in the middle of the kitchen, your sweaty bodies intertwined perfectly. Thank God he is holding you, because you barely can feel your legs and if it weren’t for him you know you would be on the floor by this point.

Jonathan snuggles up against your neck, murmuring something sweet, but your mind is too hazy now to hear him. You bring a hand up to his head, stroking his hair.

As you come down from you high, reality finally hits you. One of Gotham's most wanted criminals just came inside you and now he's cuddling you. Oh, and coincidentally, he's your husband... Fuck.

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow smut #btaa scarecrow #batman rouges #rogue gallery #jonathan crane x you #scarecrow x you

[crimsonv1]

Coffee with Peter Parker☕

TASM!Peter x GN! Reader fluff

TW// bruises + mentions of crime

A/N- I have some notes at the end of the story I'd appreciate if you read. Ty!

It was yet another failed study date in New York for Y/N. All they wanted was to 'complete a science review', when in reality, they just wanted an excuse to hangout with their ever-busy boyfriend, Peter Parker.

Sure, it was hard being Spider-Man,

-but it was even harder missing your boyfriend. Well, mentally, atleast. Just when Y/N was about to get up and leave, backpack in hand, an exhausted Peter came running through the door with his clothes sloppily thrown on and his glasses on the verge of falling off. "Heyy, y/n, Sorry- I'm late- it's just, there was a... a guy who just wouldn't let it up I mean-" he huffed, sitting in his chair awkwardly after causing the ruckus from people looking at him.

"oh- ah, my bad. I believe you though." You said, laughing a bit as you sat back down. You reached over to his shirt, leaning close to fix it, because his suit was still evident due to his rush. He thought he was gonna get a kiss, so he closed his eyes, just when you sat back in your chair. He awkwardly laughed it off and stared down at the cup in front of him. "No way, you got my favorite! I owe you whatever this cost-" he laughed, it's true- his favorite coffee was an Americano with 3 spoons of sugar and a lot of half n' half.

"No worries, I'm the one who invited you after all, bug boy." He blushed at that name, looking around and laughing. "So, what did you need help with?" He perked up, drinking the coffee carefully. "Well- the science review, but I can see how you obviously forgot to bring your textbooks." You grinned, pulling out your own paper. "Oh...uh...I forgot them on the way out because I was-" he stuttered "Right, the way out- the way out which you must've banged yourself up on pretty hard." You giggled, looking at all the scratches and bruises on him.

"Hey, will I at least get my favorite nurse to stop by and heal me up tonight?" He grinned mischievously "Oh, I didn't know you see other nurses?" You laughed jokingly, he blinked, no response.

"So- the review," you continued, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he dazed off on the sight of you. "Are you- wearing (perfume/cologne)?" He asked, "The one I got you? It smells so good" he smiled, pulling your wrist back to his face with frail hands, inhaling and kissing where your veins were prominent.

"Alright, now focus" he hit his cheek lightly and playfully.

After about 35 minutes of studying, Peter had his leg bouncing and his head in his arms , folded down on the table as he told you the answers and how to solve the questions. When it was time to go, you patted his thigh, stopping his bouncing knee and ran your hand through his hair, which he closed his eyes at. "Hmmm," he murmured, exhaling softly. "You're getting sleepy, huh?" You smiled, taking his glasses off "As much as I hate to tell you that you have to get up- I have to get home." You laughed softly "I know, I love you." He said softly, raising his head up and looking at you. "I love you too, bye Pete." You stood up, kissing his forehead, and soft lips. "oh- i- I forgot to give you this," he looked rushed, reaching for his pockets, and pulling out a torn - up red rose. It was still precious. "Oh, thank you!" You smiled, keeping it in hand. He gave you one last hug, taking in your smell from your neck. All the customers had basically left by now, and it was your turn as well.

With that, you left with a rose and another cute memory of your spider-boyfriend.

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A/N!!!: OKAY, SO ERMM I JUST WANTED TO TRY SOMETHING NEW I HOPED YOU LIKE THIS! Anyways, about requests. I've been getting a lot for Albert, and I'll TRY writing a new one- but idk and I'm sorry. Also I might hold off on smut- idk? Also Jonathan Crane and Teen Titans characters can be requested now tooo. Also for the other requests, I'm working on them! (Whoever said Brock Hudson, etc) And can y'all give me challenging au's to write?, like hanahaki disease or soulmate string etc? Thank you!

#fluff #x reader #tasm peter imagines #tasm peter parker #andrew garfield #spiderman #peter parker

[madame-fear]

I’m happy to see request are finally opened again! Besides that, since it’s October and the leaves are turning into those pretty red,orange and yellow color 🍂 I wanna make a image/fanfic request with Dark Knight’s Jonathan Crane with his s/o.

They both like on a walk together, while on their walk the air starts to get colder and unfortunately for Jon, his hands get cold. He doesn’t say it but the reader knows his hands are freezing so.. since the reader is warm enough and not effected much by the cold,they hold both his hands to warm them up a bit, causing Jon to get flushed by their sudden action. Then the reader starts kissing his knuckles in a way to still keep his hands warm, which makes Jonathan’s face all red and him getting all shy/nervous. The reader notices and teases him on this and compares him to a red left 😂💕

(damn I forgot to mention the readers fem!! I thought about this while walking my puppy with my brother and saw a black cat while on our walk, long story short, I chased the cat and the kitty let me pet em🥹🤍)

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A/N: hhh so so cutee!!! This is literally ADORABLE and it was so fun to write!!🥺❤ I especially loved the CAT STORY AT THE END OMG I LOVE IT, I LITERALLY DO THE SAME WHEN SEEING A RANDOM CAT ON THE STREET🥲🤧 Anywaysss! Hope you enjoy this my dearest!! <333

Pairing: DK! Jonathan Crane x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff. A bit too much. 🤭

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Red, as a Leaf | DK! Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

The sound of children laughing, combined with a soft breeze that made orange leaves fall from the trees and delicately end on the concrete floor of the park formed a beautiful environment, which was pretty unusual for a morbid, and corrupt city such as Gotham.

Holding yourself from your boyfriends arm, you looked at your surroundings as a contented sigh escaped your lips, noticing how rarely calm the moment was. “I wish Gotham could be like this more often, rather than being in constant mayhem. Don't you think, Jon?” Breaking the peaceful silence between you and your boyfriend, you turned around to look at him – who seemed pretty satisfied with how calm everything was. Jonathan nodded in agreement. “Absolutely, my dear.” He placed a loving kiss on the top of your head before you kept walking around the park, making you smile and even, slightly blush.

The breeze started to slowly increase as minutes passed by, without you realising. As you were focused on the beauty of the sight, a sudden windy cold gently hit on your face, slowly blowing your hair a bit – which, of course, you had to tuck behind your ear some strands of hair so it wouldn't cover your eyes! Even if you did feel how cold the environment was getting, it didn't affect you as much as it usually would, since you were covered with a warm dark red coat that matched some of the leaves that were laying on the ground. You adjusted yourself a bit better to your boyfriends arm, until your hand accidentally grasped his – surprising you with how cold it felt. Not much to your surprise, he didn't even mention, or made a slight comment about how cold his hands were.

“Your hands are cold!” You exclaimed, causing Jonathan to turn around to look at you. You released your grip from his arms, and with both your hands, you held his. They looked perfect together, and created a nice temperature together, like puzzles pieces that fit. Jonathan lifted his sight to look at you, a warm reddish colour rosed on his cheeks at your loving act. “You shouldn't have bothered, love.” Jonathan quietly spoke, causing you to unconsciously shaking your head in disbelief at how little he asked for help. “Shush, your hands are a bit warmer now.” Before he could even open his mouth to once again protest against you worrying so much for him, you turned around to look at your surroundings – noticing a free bench that was available for the two of you to sit and rest. “Come, let's sit. I'm going to need to warm your hands a bit more.” Your voice was playfully teasing as you led your boyfriend to the bench, holding a tight grip on his hand. Of course, you noticed right away how his cheeks started turning into a more crimson coloured, and you loved it. You made him sit first, then, you sat by his side and focused once again on his cold hands.

“Poor baby, your hands are so cold! Next time, just tell me.” Jonathan pretended to be annoyed by the way you babytalked to him, but he couldn't deny that he quite enjoyed it when you did that, and often hoped for you to do that more often. Suddenly, you lifted both his hands – raising them to your lips – and placed a delicate kiss on his knuckles, provoking an even stronger blushing reaction as you kept peppering his hands with a bunch of small kisses as a way to keep his hands with warmth. “They're warmer, now. I prefer your hands this way.” You lowly cooed at him, lifting your sight to look into his icy blue eyes, and into his practically flustered as hell face. “Aw, would you look at yourself, baby! You're red, as a leaf.” Jonathan playfully rolled his eyes, but the blushing was still creeping on his cheeks. “Look at that leaf over there, you see it? Well, you're redder than it, even!” A soft chuckle escaped from you at how badly he was failing in hiding his blush. “I'm not blushing, love. It's just that–” Jonathan paused for a brief moment, trying to think of a proper excuse to his crimson-coloured cheeks. “Your warmth is contagious, and I'm red because....I'm warm now.” Now it was your turn to teasingly roll your eyes at his notoriously lame excuse, as his cheeks got even redder. “Oh, please. Listen to yourself.” You said, with the most teasing voice tone you could reach, only to keep provoking his flustered reaction.

Leaning closer to his body, you were practically inches away from his face, soft air coming from your lips hitting against each others faces. Tenderly, you placed a quick, and gentle kiss to his cold nose, which was as cold as his hands previously were; and even colder, if that was any more possible. Then, you stole a quick kiss from him, placing it now on his pinkish lips. Oh man, he loved it when you teased him this way, especially when he knew you know you have that strong effect on him. After having given him some more small kisses on the rest of his face, you re-adjusted yourself on your spot – looking with admiration at how lovestruck he seemed, and how blushy he was. It was truly a sight to appreciate.

“Your cold facade can't trick me anymore, Dr Crane. I know deep down inside, you're a soft, lovable boy who gets red as a leaf when kissed.”

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@wittywitchness @anemic-royaltyy @imagine--if

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane x you #gotham x reader #jonathan crane imagine #batman villains x reader #jonathan crane headcanons #scarecrow x reader #scarecrow x you #Scarecrow headcanons #Scarecrow imagine #Batman villains imagine #Batman villains headcanons #Batman begins #Nolanverse #Dark knight #Dark knight trilogy #Dark knight trilogy x reader

[just-an-enby-lemon]

AU were Riddler gets deaged during a massive united underwolrd heist. No one knows how to get him back without alerting Batman (Bruce's major rogues lack in magic users tbh) and they all ending in either Arkham or Blackgate. So until someone figures out they will have to keep him.

Cue to Jervis deciding this is the perfect learning experience for Jonathan since Jon doesn't understand kids and just takes Eddie and keeps trying to raise him with Crane. Ed is very confused and slightly distressed and Jon just wants Jervis to get rid of Riddler. It last until Jonathan ends up making Eddie cry (while I do think fics make adult Riddler too much of a crybaby wich he rly isn't, child Riddler is a child, they are not made to handle it even if they are used to it). Scarecrow proceeds to have an existencial crisis over caring and conceeds to let Ed stay with him until they find a way to reverse it. The fact that it may get to a point were they won't want to reverse it isn't dicussed.

On the other side Jervis forgot to tell people he is with child Riddler so Harley, Selina, Oswald and all Ed's henchies (because he is a great boss and they love him) are all looking for Nygma.

On the other other side an unenthusiastic Ivvy looks for a cure with some unusual help (and some usual help as well).

#fic ideas #silly #united underworld #edward nygma #riddler #batman #edward nasthon #edward nigma #jervis tetch #madhatter #jonathan crane #scarecrow #dork squad #ig #hattercrow #harley quinn #selina kyle #catwoman #riddler's henchman #and yes that includes querry and echo #pamela isley #poison ivvy #gotham city sirens #i love them soo much #batman rogues gallery #batman rogues #au #deaging au #fluff i think

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Another having a crush on another villain henchperson because I love this trope.

Top 5

He walks into an abandoned building for some reason and he hears.

"Oh, hey Mr *His name* "

When he looks up he sees Crush dangling from the rope wrapped around the legs looking casual. 

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

"Boss wanted something from here so he sent me to track traps. Found one. I've been like that for 2 hours so I kinda gave up. How was your day?"

I am SCREAM LAUGHING.

The Riddler: "Oh, hey Mr Riddler!" He just about had a heart attack, eyed darting to the source of the greeting...only to find you dangling from ropes off the ceiling. You gave him a small wave. "(Y/N)? What are you doing up there!?" The Riddler moved to your side of the room, staring up at you. "Well, Mr Two-Face wanted me to clean up the traps meant for the Batman that the others set up but they told me there was five...there was six and now I'm here!" "How long have you been up there?" The Riddler asked. "What time is it?" You asked. "Nine thirty." He replied. "About two hours then. Anyway, how has your day been?" "Clearly the blood has been rushing to your brain for far too long. Hang on, let me get you down from there." The Riddler mused. "Okay just be careful with the stuff down there, Mr Riddler, those are the other traps I dropped when this happened." You warned and he nodded. He's tempted to offer you a job just so he can keep an eye on you.

Scarecrow: He was talking to Ragdoll when he suddenly heard a voice. "Hi, Dr Crane!" He paused, looking at Ragdoll momentarily before looking for the source. It was Ragdoll who laid eyes on you first. "Oh, hi!" Jonathan could hear Ragdoll's grin behind his mask. You smiled at him, dangling by rope from the ceiling. "What...happened?" Jonathan blinked a few times in disbelief. "Well I was to collect the rest of the traps for Mr Riddler but the other guys forgot to mention this one...now I swing from the chandelier without the chandelier...or maybe I am the chandelier." "I...I don't even know how to get you down from there." Jonathan said softly to himself. "I'm on it!" Ragdoll declared loudly before he began to climb on machinery and anything else to get closer to you. "Get ready!" He called out to you. "Get ready for wh-AHH!" You cut yourself off as Ragdoll leaped onto you. Before you knew it a fully grown man had coiled his limbs around you. "Wow, your ass is very close to my face!" You declared with slight panic. Ragdoll climbed up you like a rope and you yelped. "That's my ass!" "Peter, don't push your luck." Jonathan clenched his jaw. "Relax Johnny-boy! I'm untangling them!" Ragdoll twisted his hand and arm around the rope. "Brace yourself!" You furrowed you brow in confusion. "Brace myself for what?" Suddenly your untangling at a fast rate and dangling by your arm. Ragdoll was now coiled around the rope and holding you up. "Be a dear and grab our little friend, would you Jon?" Jonathan reached out to you almost immediately, helping you down. "So...How's your day going?" You asked. "How long have you been like this?" Jonathan ignored you as he reached out to grab you. "Meh, if I had to guess, about two hours."

Two-Face: "Hi, Mr Two-Face!" Two-Face whirled around to look up and see your dangling. "What the hell, (Y/N)!? What are you doing here and why are you upside down!?" Harvey demanded. "Well I was clearing traps like I was asked to by Mad Hatter...I -hehe- I may have chosen poor footing and now here I am! How are you? Did you have a good day today Mr Two-Face?" "It...it was fine." Harvey replied looking you over. "How am I going to get you down from here?" "I mean if its too much trouble I say just leave me, they'll notice I'm gone eventually." You shrugged. "Don't be stupid, of course we're not leaving you like this!" Harv' replied gruffly. "How long have you been here?" You checked your watch. "Two hours." Two-Face gaped at you for a moment before deciding to say nothing and focus on getting you down. He'll need to have words with Jervis Tetch.

Mad Hatter: "Oh hey, Mr Mad Hatter, sir! How are you!?" Jervis spun on his heel in alarm. To find absolutely no one. That one had sounded very real. "Up here!" Jervis looked up and his face lit up with glee. "Ah hello, little rabbit! What a peculiar predicament you appear to be in!" "Yeah, I was collecting the traps set for the Batman by Mr Scarecrow. I didn't think he'd use a rope trap thing but...here we are! How's your day been?" Jervis slowly nodded. "Rather maddening oh but in the most wonderful way!" He blinked. "Oh! Do you need assistance?" You looked at yourself before back at him. "I wouldn't say no." "Wouldn't you like to join me for tea?" Jervis asked. "Only if its actually tea." You smiled.

Black Mask: "Oh hey, Mr Sionis!" He looked up. "Doll? What you doing up there?" "Mr Penguin asked me to collect the traps we left. I was told five...there was infact six." You explained. "Anyway, how's your day been?" You asked. "Pretty good, doll face, pretty good. Let me help you out." "Aww, thanks Roman...I don't have anything to give you in return though." You replied. "I'll take it up with your boss." He said smugly. "Nice! Thank you!" You grinned. He chuckled lowly as a few henchmen got to work. To your surprise, Roman caught you fairly easily. "Hi again." You blushed. "Stop being cute or I won't be able to give you back to Cobblepot." He warned playfully.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #request #scarecrow #two face #mad hatter #black mask #ragdoll #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #jervis tetch #roman sionis #peter merkel jr

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

More of Crane and his adopted son, Chris. Riddler’s introduction. [Ko-fi commission]

Chris is in high school, but does his schooling on the computer at home. Jonathan actually brought a laptop from Edward, as he doesn’t own much modern technology. Even his television is old.

Chris really likes Edward and is happy that he is friends with his father, because Edward is really cool in his eyes. I mean, what teenager wouldn’t like the Riddler??

Jonathan eventually organizes time for the two to hang out at a local coffee shop. Eddie actually teaches Chris how to code and make simple games during their visits.

One visits, Edward slyly admits to Chris that he has a crush on his dad. Chris, thinking the gay shit, immediately comes up with a plan to get the two men together.

He decides that he’ll give both of them letters from a secret admirer, and trick them both into going on a date. After all, he wants to see his father happy.

And it actually works! Jonathan meets Edward at a nice restaurant wearing his best ugly brown suit and when the two men realize who set it up, they have a good laugh and decide to try this boyfriend thing.

Chris loves spending time with Edward and now he gets to spend EVEN MORE time with him -- it’s a good thing. Even though he’s enamored with his father, the friendship he gained with Edward is invaluable.

As time passes, Chris and Edward grow closer and he considers Edward like another father/ Two dads? That’s pretty fucking cool in his eyes.

Now, Chris doesn’t have to organize dates for the two men, they end up going themselves. Sometimes they do bicker, but that’s normal. It’s a bit of an opposites attract thing.

Edward also tutors Chris in things that Crane can’t -- such as math and some history. They two find that learning together is a good father son bonding experience.

READ MORE HEADCANONS BELOW THE CUT

Slowly but surely Jonathan and Edward grow closer, they’ve been dating for about a year when the two decide they want to make things more serious -- is marriage in their future? Well, Chris sure hopes so!

But before that happens, Chris has a problem. He begins to realizes he might be asexual. This would be scary if you had normal parents, but surely his gay dads wouldn’t have a problem with this?

Well, you know how the mind goes to dark places. Chris is afraid his fathers might force him to have a lifestyle he doesn’t want, despite that never being the case with Jonathan and Edward. Our minds always assume the worst, however.

So he’s scared. He’s heard thing online from other ace teens and the horror stories pray on him like fear toxin.

One day, he swallows his fears and gets his two dads together for a talk. This is where he, scared as can be, admits his sexuality.

The two men look at each other and then back to Chris. Crane smiles with a nod and says he always knew and that he was just waiting from Chris to say the word. Edward leans in for a hug and they both comfort the boy.

He was so worried about being accepted that he forgot his own parents went though similar struggles, but now Chris knows that he is truly loved.

Edward, being more people oriented finds a group of lgbtqia+ teen group for him, and Jonathan makes a ace flag patch for his jacket.

And these two proud fathers will do anything to protect their son, so they arm him and teach him such things as Jonathan’s “Crane Kong-fu” to defend himself from bigots.

Chris knows now that he is loved, he found his family and that he really admires his two fathers.

BONUS RANDOM CHRIS HEADCANONS

Chris’s first coding game is actually a mock up flappy bird clone but with Riddler Trophies

His favorite snack is Swedish Fish and he likes to dip them in hot coco

He takes after Jonathan in that he likes coffee, black with no flavor.

However he really likes tuna sandwiches, a sample in Edward’s diet

Chris really likes to drive Jonathan’s motorcycle, did I mention Jonathan has one? Because Chris is so jealous and sometimes sneak out late at night for a joyride. 

This family is a family full of acceptance, Chris, despite being scared to come out, normally doesn’t feel anxiety over asking his fathers for help and especially not now. Now he knows he can come to them for anything.

Chris’ favorite color is a tie being orange and green. gee I wonder why ;)

He is elf taught in sign language

Chris likes reading a whole lot, thanks to his dads buying him comics and graphic novels.

He really wants to adopt some rats, but is unsure if his dads would approve lol (also there’s the crows to worry about)

#Jonathan Crane #Scarecrow #Riddler #Edward Nygma #Scriddler #Crane and Chris #I hope you like it!! #Mistress' Headcanons

[korereapers]

Title: Reich mir die Hand (part 2)

Rating: E

Pairing: scriddler, Edward Nygma/Jonathan Crane, riddler/scarecrow

Tags: Vampire AU, expect blood and. You know. Look at the rating

AO3

Edward wouldn't be able to say if it's morning, the bedroom dark, only illuminated by the faint light of several candles scattered across the chamber.

Jonathan's figure looks like a ghost, long limbs tensing a little as Edward wakes, bony fingers caressing his cheek, his jaw, and then his chin.

"Feelin' better? Well rested?"

Edward makes a noise, like a sleepy cat, but nods nevertheless. Jonathan's fingers are on his hair now, tangled in it. He looks for Jonathan's face, and he smiles when he discerns his features, a smile on his lips when Jonathan bows down a little, his lips on Edward's own.

"I'm hungry," he complains, his stomach complaining silently. It's then when Jonathan points at the bowl on the bedside table, his expression a little shy, refusing to meet Edward's eye.

"I didn't really know… I forgot most of what humans eat, so…"

Edward wonders, for a second, how long has it been since Jonathan stopped being a human being, how it happened. What was his life like, before. He takes the bowl between his hands, and it's warm, but not warm enough. He snorts when he sees its content, because it's almost sweet of Jonathan. Because it smells sweet.

"Milk and oatmeal? Really?"

Jonathan purses his lips.

"And cinnamon."

Edward takes the spoon, a smile on his lips. He knows that if he could, Jonathan would be blushing. He finds it, him, frankly adorable.

As he expected, it’s a little colder than it should be, but it’s sweet nevertheless. Jonathan seems to find the feeding ritual fascinating. Maybe he is reminiscing of older times, when he used to eat, when he could actually have something that’s not warm, fresh blood.

“Did you like oatmeal and milk, back then?” Edward asks, not without a hint of heartache. He wonders if he misses his old life, if he feels lonely, condemned to a survival against everything he may have ever loved.

“Yes,” is the eloquent answer, and Edward knows that if Jonathan doesn’t elaborate, it is because the thought, or the memory, is too emotional for him to handle. Centuries of living haven’t given him enough abilities to deal with his emotions, apparently.

“I’m glad you wanted to share that with me,” Edward confesses, trying to cheer him up a little. It works, Jonathan’s smile small but noticeable. “You’re sweet.”

At that, Jonathan laughs bitterly.

“Should I remind you I am a monster who fed on your blood not that many hours ago?”

Edward groans, rolling his eyes.

“Because I allowed and even asked you to?”

Jonathan raises an eyebrow, as if dealing with an overgrown child throwing a tantrum.

“If I had wanted to take your blood by force, you wouldn’t have been able to defend yourself.”

For that, Edward has the right answer.

“But you didn’t.”

Jonathan’s silence is everything he needs to know he has won their little argument. He keeps eating, Jonathan’s eyes lost somewhere in the nearest wall, thinking about who knows what. Edward would love to know, he would pay to be able to read his thoughts, his worries.

“You didn’t only feed on my blood, you know.”

Jonathan coughs noisily, visibly embarrassed. One of Edward’s hands cups his face, cold skin warming up against his touch.

“I still want to make you feel good.”

“You’re still too weak and tired to-”

Edward silences him, a single finger on thin scarred lips.

“You know that’s not true. You’re just worried. And I can take it easy, if it means that much to you.”

Jonathan purses his lips, unsure if he should talk or not, until Edward removes his fingers, considering the silly curse lifted.

“What’s on that clever mind of yours…”

Edward smiles, white teeth shining against the candlelight. Full of promises, and mischief. Jonathan loves every second of it.

“I want you to ride me.”

Jonathan opens his mouth, and if this were some kind of silly cartoon, his jaw would drop to the ground for comical purposes.

“You want me to… what? Why?”

“You’re hot,” Edward says, matter-of-factly, “You would look even hotter riding me.”

The vampire’s orange eyes get glassy, and Edward gulps slightly.

“Anything else?”

Edward sighs in defeat.

“And I want to make you feel good. Are you happy?”

Jonathan gets closer, practically on top of him. He looks menacing, dangerous, with that smile that becomes wider, twisted. Showing his canines, like a warning.

“Very.”

He momentarily gets off the bed, and Edward almost groans in frustration. He knows what Jonathan needs, what he is looking for.

“Do you wanna have sex with me unprotected? Remember I am kind of… undead.”

“Are you asking me if I want to fuck you raw?”

Jonathan does sigh, passing him a box of condoms. With heat effect.

“Christ, Jon. I’m going to come in two seconds with this.”

He doesn’t have to see Jonathan’s smile, still too busy looking for the small bottle of lube. He knows he is doing it for his sake. Vampires are almost immune to pain, their bodies stronger but also more rigid. Colder. Well, deader.

Jonathan Crane is sweet. Behind the legends told about him, about his cruelty, about how many he has killed mercilessly, only for daring to trespass his dominions. Edward wonders why he is alive, and about to fuck the vampire for a second time, after a night of sweet touches and gentle games. Nothing lethal. Nothing he wouldn’t be able to take.

“Do you want to get me ready?”

Edward lets out a small chuckle.

“You are ready. I can’t hurt you. But I want to make it easier… for both of us.”

Jonathan’s orange eyes look at him hungrily, looming over him with the small bottle in hand.

“Come out and play, then.”

Edward kisses him, and his skin may be cold to the touch, but their hearts have enough heat for both of them. Edward helps Jonathan get undressed, the endless buttons frustrating him to no end, which earns him a snort that he cherishes in the bottom of his heart.

They hungrily kiss each other again, Edward’s hands clumsily looking for the bottle of lube, until he finds it and opens it with trembling hands. He is dexterous at this, for God’s sake, why is he so nervous? Jonathan parts his legs, still on top of him, looking at him with such inhuman curiosity that makes Edward’s blood burn in desire. Jonathan must be feeling it too, frowning slightly, and Edward knows, he knows deeply, how easy and natural it would be for him to just bite his neck, break his spine, and feed himself until he is satisfied.

Jonathan does nothing of the sort, though. He sighs softly when one of Edward’s fingers enters him impatiently, still slowly, as if he were dealing with a mortal, soft and weak and fragile. Jonathan cups his face lovingly, and Edward feels himself getting dizzy with something that’s not just the blood loss from the night before.

“You’re so warm…” Jonathan mutters, and Edward shudders. “So warm to me. So sweet…”

“Jon…”

“Add another finger,” he commands, licking his lips in concentration. “I want to see how desperate I can make you.”

Desperate. That’s the word, and Jonathan is right. He is desperate for his touch, to be inside of him. To get tasted again, to be…

“Yeah, that’s it… That’s a good boy.”

Jonathan’s voice sounds oddly broken when Edward curls his fingers inside of him, a breath he doesn’t have to take making Edward realize just how much he wants him. How badly. How ardently.

As much as Edward does.

“Jon, if you talk to me like that…”

Jonathan lets out a dry laugh, getting the box of condoms himself, seeing how much of a mess Edward feels. If only he knew. How nervous he is, too, how much he wants to make him feel good, how much he doesn’t care if he comes way too soon, because he is dedicated enough to get his body to its limit.

“I haven’t told a single lie.”

“Still… you’re too sweet to me.”

There is nothing sweet about Jonathan. Nothing sweet in the way he wraps the condom around Edward’s cock, long fingers testing just how hard he is. Nothing sweet about how he coats him in lube, because Edward needs it. Nothing sweet about the way he positions himself on top of him, letting those warm hands cup his face before he kisses him again, entering him slowly.

“Fuck… Jon, Christ…”

Jonathan wholeheartedly agrees.

“Rest. Let me do the hard work.”

He moves slowly, testing the waters at first. He grinds softly against Edward’s sweaty body, so weak from the blood loss Jonathan feels a ting of guilt. He is going to need a little more, sadly. If everything goes alright.

Jonathan’s movements become quicker, more insistent. Edward moans softly, the sounds of their bodies entwining being more than enough to make his skin get so pink Jonathan wants to kiss it.

So he does.

Cold lips are on blushing ears, whispering compliments only for him to hear. About how pretty he is. How sweet. How warm. How fucking good.

Jonathan himself is close, too, but a vampire’s orgasm is nothing spectacular, really. It’s just pleasure, an unused nervous system coming back to life temporarily. No fluid loss. No exhaustion. He could go at it for days, weeks even, only pausing to eat. He could fuck Edward’s brains out and he could die of exhaustion a hundred times in between.

That’s not what he wants, though.

Warmth fills his heart when Edward’s unfocused eyes look for him, for his face, his body finally reaching its peak as he kisses him, a trembling hands between Jonathan’s legs, pumping him with abandon. Only to make him feel good. Only because that’s all he has ever wanted.

And no, the orgasm of a vampire is nothing exceptional, but Edward seems to disagree, mesmerized at the way his body spasms, raspy sounds almost becoming growls. Brutal, inhuman, and still sweetly kissing Edward’s knuckles as soon as they are both done, but still not rational.

“That was… fuck.” Edward says eloquently, still having trouble with breathing. Jonathan gets by his side, caressing his warm cheek.

“It was.”

Edward lets out a chuckle, looking at the ceiling with tired eyes.

“Is this when you get tired of me and decide I’m only worth it as food?”

He knows it’s a joke, but Jonathan still rolls his eyes.

“Is it that hard to believe that I genuinely like you?”

“How pretty I am? Nah. My personality? I’m sure you’re nuts.”

Jonathan does laugh at that, but it seems that Edward isn’t done talking.

“Also a riddle for you. Is it that hard to believe that I genuinely like you?”

Jonathan stays silent for a couple of seconds. Deep in thought. He looks at the ceiling, too, like he used to do too back when he was alive and he had to think. When he was looking for words, or answers. When he already had them, but they were too scary to say out loud.

“Point taken.”

Edward gets closer to him, and Jonathan finds that he really does feel like cuddling. So he lets himself be pampered, soft kisses on his cheek, his temple.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

“I wanna be with you.” Jonathan says, without thinking, because if he thinks about it too much, he will be too scared to even utter it again.

“But we-”

“Forever, Edward.”

It’s time for Edward to open his mouth, his jaw dropping slightly, his smart brain working on whatever Jonathan is trying to say.

“Do you mean…”

“I can turn you. If you drink my blood, and I drink yours…”

There is no rejection in Edward’s clear eyes. A warm body hugs him closer, not afraid, never afraid, not anymore. Eager for him, longing for him, wanting to be with him.

“Will it hurt?”

Jonathan smiles, happier and more relieved he has ever been.

“And I’ll be with you through the whole process.”

It’s time for Edward to get on top of him, his body tinier, more fragile. For now.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

He reeks of impatience, and Jonathan laughs, gesturing to him to get closer. To show his neck to him. Familiarity fills him as Edward lets out a choked complaint, because yes, it hurts, but it will the last time it does.

“Bite me,” Jonathan asks, his lips bloody, pupils dilated in both pleasure and anticipation.

And without a single ounce of doubt, Edward does.

#my stuff #scriddler #nsft #edward nygma #riddler #edward nashton #edward nigma #jonathan crane #scarecrow #riddlecrow #vampire au #it's not bad i swear

[babybluebex]

just wanted to thank you for doing god's work and writing for all the other cillian murphy characters. i only found you thru one of your thomas shelby works but your robert fischer one fucked me up. so little people write for him and i completey forgot about how much i loved him in that movie until i saw your masterlist. and don't even get me started on jonathan crane bc i already know i'm about to lose my mind when i read the yandere hcs. n e way- i love you now and i would sell my soul for you

aw thank you! i really appreciate it, i love writing for his lesser known/loved characters ☺️

#bex answers #anon ask

[enigmatist17]

Prodigy (Jonathan Crane and Scarecrow) (1)

So, I headcanon Scarecrow being an alternate personality. However, I wanted to try him as some sort of being that latched onto Jonathan, and his only goal is to keep Jonathan happy.

He first saw him when he was four years old. Mom and dad had been yelling again, and he had been hiding under his bed. Daddy was stomping up the stairs, and he knew that it would be pain until dad hit him so hard he fell asleep. His door was thrown open, unsteady feet going back and forth as dad searched for him. Closing his eyes for a moment he took a soft breath, opening them in preparation. Only daddy didn’t grab him, the little boy startled to see a second pair of feet, right in front of dad. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and soon daddy fell onto the floor. “ComE oUt LitTLe onE.” The voice was raspy, watching as the child crawled out from under the bed. Before him stood…a scarecrow, glittering black eyes staring into bright blue ones. Little Jonathan felt like he should have been afraid, that he should be screaming for his mother, and yet…he didn’t. He felt safe, the scarecrow kneeling without a sound. “Who are you?” Jonathan asked, head tilted slightly as the creature lay a hand on his shoulder. “I do nOT hAVe a NAMe.” The creature spoke, teeth glittering from behind burlap as it spoke. “Is daddy dead?” The creature now tilted its own head, unaware the child understood the concept of death. ”dO yoU WAnT hIM tO bE?” Jonathan glanced over at his unconscious father. ”I cAn.” “Will you leave me if you do?” The creature shook its burlap covered head, a long-gloved hand reaching out to tuck some stray hairs behind Jonathan’s ear. “Not yet then, I don’t wanna be an orphan.” ”He wILl noT hURt yOU aGAin.” Jonathan smiled at the promise, allowing the creature to tuck him into bed. It soon lumbered away, dragging his father into his own bedroom before returning to the child. Jonathan was rather drowsy, smiling a bit as the creature settled beside his bedside. “I’m gonna name you…Scarecrow.” He yawned, blue eyes fluttering shut as the creature, now known as Scarecrow, leaned forward to press his “lips” against Jonathan’s forehead. He was gone when the four-year old woke, a single piece of straw lying on the nightstand. Scarecrow had been born from his fears, and true to his word he returned whenever Jonathan was in danger. When he was in his teens, Scarecrow did not come around so often, watching Crane from the shadows. He seemed to excel at causing terror in others, something the creature had helped cultivate throughout his childhood. On the eve of his 21st birthday, Crane called for him. He was deep in the wheat fields that had once filled him with terror, eyes snapping open when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. ”wHaT do YoU deSIRe?” Crane gave him a wry smile, his eyes shining with something Scarecrow could not place. “You once promised me safety, to fulfil a task you could not at that time.” Scarecrow tilted his head, black eyes glittering. “Will you fulfil it for me now?” ”yeS, I sHall. aRe YOu ready?” Jonathan nodded, taking in a breath of the cool autumn air. “Will you stay with me, even then?” He received a nod as a reply, turning the male around so they were face to face. ”I wILL StAy UNTil tHe end.” Jonathan smiled again, placing his hand over Scarecrow’s for a moment. ”wE ARe OnE.” “You are my only friend, thank you.” The two turned to look at the house in the distance, Scarecrow vanishing in the blink of an eye. The screams began when Jonathan was halfway home, the male entering the abode to see Scarecrow feasting on his father’s legs. His mother was shivering and screaming in the corner, eyes desperate and pleading as she looked to her son. “Jonathan save me! That beast will tear me apart!” She screamed, watching as her son only began to chuckle. His whole body shook as the laughter grew in volume, Scarecrow turning from his fathers’ corpse to his mother. As the beast advanced, only visible due to the terror coursing through her veins, Jonathan fell silent. “You do not deserve my help, mother.” Jonathan said the name as if it was poison, electric blue eyes fixated on hers. “Enjoy your feast Scarecrow.” The screams were silenced with a well-placed bite, Jonathan going up to pack his meager belongings. The local policed happened upon the gruesome scene long after they had gone, the male able to see Gotham in the distance after a long bus ride. For a time, Scarecrow was unneeded, the beast feasting upon those who dared to try and harm his charge. Jonathan made sure he never went without, going so far as to pick fights with lower ranked criminals to feed his guardian. It was like a game, Jonathan a student, then psychology professor by day, and a hunter of the wicked by night. His experiments of fear soon changed things, his university growing suspicious at the reports racking up against the unassuming professor. He was let go after ten years of teaching, the man numb as he went home and sat on his bed. ”sUch ANGeR…” Scarecrow appeared before Jonathan, who slowly looked up to look the beast in the eyes. He could see Crane’s anger, which seemed to be growing the more they stared at each other. “They fired me Scare…they fire me for being “too harsh” with my lessons of fear! Ten years I worked there! Yet with the signing of a pen, I am gone!” His voice shook with rage, hands clenching and unclenching as he tore his gaze away from Scarecrow. ”mAke tHEm pAy.” Jonathan paused, his breathing slowing as Scarecrow stared at him unblinkingly.  ”yOU ArE a GooD oNe…mAKe tHeM suffer.” “That…is a fantastic idea.” The grin that spread across Jonathan Crane’s face was one that would have sent a normal person running. Scarecrow grumbled, his tone light as they began to plan. Jonathan was going to make such a show, and Scarecrow would be there by his side.

#gotham #scarecrow #jonathan crane #I love my boy #also sorry mobile users #also sorry people who only watch me for gravity falls stuff #I will write more I promise #but I have fallen hard back into Batman hell #I forgot how much I love my boys

[roguesdepravity]

For Riddler and Scarecrow: They s/o wanted to spend day with them but they were busy and s/o said it's ok. When they came home at night, while their partner was sleeping, they accidentally knocked down their note book. They saw that inside was a note with lyrics (a song for them) and the page with today's date was written Anniversary (yes they forgot about it). They reaction and how would they fix it?

PS. Thank you for writing, it's really cool what you do with given ideas.

Sorry about last time! I will make sure to do them separately. I appreciate that you like what I do with stuff! Sometimes I have some good thoughts:tm:

Riddler (Edward Nygma)

- Edward was so upset coming home seeing you already asleep before he could return. He knows that it is mostly his fault for not paying attention to the time, but his pride wouldn't let him admit that to himself. He gets a bit huffy at seeing your notebook open in front of you in bed, but since it was clear you passed out writing he had to take a look at what you were doing.

-Horrified isn't even close to how he felt knowing that he had forgotten your anniversary. It was selfish of him to work so late, but he was even in a bad mood before he realized that you probably waited as long as you could just to see him.

-To try and make up for it, he works all night to try to make it up to you by making you a puzzle box for the both of you to solve together. All the riddles are related to things the two of you like or your relationship just to show how much he really does care.

-He doesn't like admitting mistakes, but he immediately apologizes when you wake up. His pride could take the blow since he would feel even worse at the implication that he doesn't care about something so meaningful especially when you poured your heart out in the song lyrics.

Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane)

-Jonathan is always focused on his work which often marks his days by achievements and failures rather than time and date. He didn't even realize it was night when he came home to you.

-When he was carefully putting your things away and carrying you to bed as he normally did at night, your notebook opened up to today's date. He felt a bit curious at the contents and read it.

-His heart sank knowing that this was obviously meant for him and that he had forgotten such an important date. Luckily enough, he had already picked out a gift, but he didn't know he needed to give it to you so soon.

-Knowing that you get up early, he forces himself to wake up to make breakfast for you to apologize. Once you have talked it out, he will give you a hand bound leather journal. He knows how much you love to write so it felt like the best way to show it. Even if now, he hardly felt like he deserved the words you had written before for him.

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[random-imagines-blog]

The Room {Jonathan Crane x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2603 Summary: An encounter with Bats leaves Jonathan seeing red - or rather, isn’t jealousy supposed to be green?

You had gone into the medical profession to take care of people. It was something that Gotham sorely needed. But it had turned into a profession nearly as dangerous as being a policeman in this town. Especially at your place of work. Arkham Asylum was far from the safest place in the city, but it was one of the few places where you might be able to do some good. And damn, you were good at your job as a doctor. You didn’t play into any of the things that the patients said unless it was directly to do with their physical health. You didn’t play any of their mind games despite how much they tried. You would give them their medical treatments and then would move onto the next, giving you the reputation of being like a stone. Rock hard exterior that they couldn’t chip away at, which of course caused them to think of it like a challenge. But around your boss and co-workers? You had the sweetest smile that most of them had ever seen. Even if they were used to ones such as The Joker’s and The Riddler’s. It had even caught the attention of the most stony-faced of them all. Jonathan Crane. He’d be looking at you constantly from behind his glasses. His bright blue eyes more fascinating than any of the patients.

“Good morning,” You said cheerfully to the Doctor as he walked past your office. Just like he did every morning. Usually he would walk by but today felt different. Today was different. Just nobody knew it yet. He had his cup of coffee in hand, mug steaming, the thick bitter scent of it filling the hallway. He drank it black. It kept the sleep away. It kept the nightmares away.

“Good morning," He said, stopping in your doorway. You were going through your files, your appointment book, seeing who you had to see today. It was flu shot day, an extraordinarily tough one because it meant that it was going to be a busy one. Even if each shot only took a minute, the patients made it stretch on and on with their behavior. Some of them could not help it, fear made them paralyzed when it came to needles. Others just wanted to play around with your mind, trying to chisel their way through. “Busy day today.”

“Indeed,” You sighed, looking at all of the paperwork for each patient you would have to fill out. “At least it’s pizza day in the cafeteria. Something to look forward to.”

Right, lunch, Something that Jonathan often forgot about. Skipping meals had become a habit. Probably why he was so tall, so thin, so lanky. “Right,” He nodded.

There was a silence in the air, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. He was just watching you as you started to make the checklist for the day. He sipped at his coffee. He adjusted his glasses. You looked over at him again and smiled. “Is there anything I can do for you, Mister Crane?”

Mister Crane, fuck, that was almost enough for him to start to feel like he was going insane. A little weakness in his knees. A trembling in his stomach. A few beads of sweat rose up under the hair which covered his forehead. He was well aware of the chemicals that made up love. The different things which clicked in the brain to make that feeling grow. It wasn’t something that was real. Not like fear. Love took thinking about. And he was doing his best not to think about it but when he looked at you, it was all that his mind would dwell on.

“No,” He would say after a full moment’s pause. “Get on with your work, Doctor.”

You nodded, and gave him another smile then went back to your paperwork. He lingered for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of the coffee mug in his hands, wondered if your hands were that warm. He was focused on them. The way that they held the pen between them. The scrawl of your signature on the bottom of the page. He left, the memory of it in his hands. He wondered what they would like if you had been using a feather and inkwell, like old days. A crow feather. He wondered what would scare you enough to make your hands tremble. He wondered if he was capable of that. So many thoughts, but he would leave them at the door of his office, and would concentrate fully on his work.

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Alarms were ringing. One of the patients had managed to escape. You were following the safety protocol, preparing the locks inside of your office, ready to trap yourself in when there was a skinny, familiar form right by it. Rather than deal with the patient, Jonathan had gone to you. To make sure that you were alright. He didn’t mind the chaos that these people, these monsters, brought to the city. He just liked to study them under a microscope. See how they think. How they ... how they make people fear them. “Let me in,” He said to you quickly through the door and you opened it just for him, and he heard it slam as soon as he was safe in there. He heard you engage the locks. The deadbolts that would keep even Killer Croc from being able to come inside. “Are you alright?” He asked, adjusting his glasses on his face.

“I will be,” You breathed out, stress wrinkles showing above your forehead. He had missed you looking scared. In fact, you looked more frustrated than anything else. A shame. He wanted to see what you looked like with fear in your eyes. But perhaps that was for the best. He might get addicted to such a sight. Might want to put the look in there yourself. “Are you? Where were you?”

“I was in an appointment,” Jonathan said, simply. “And then the alarms went off. I wasn’t sure if I could get to my office before the lockdown started.”

You nodded, and sat down on the examination table. You reached for the remote, turned on the television to see how things were going. The media would have been all over this by now. There was probably a van on site twenty-four seven in case it happened again. People were always coming in and out of Arkham, and not usually by legal means. A pretty woman in a pantsuit was talking into a microphone, and you turned up the volume.

“Basil Karlo, a former actor who now is known as Clayface, was said to escape from here twenty-minutes ago. Police are on the scene and are doing a search of the grounds, and all cars leaving the area are to be stopped and inspected. And - Yes, I can confirm, Batman is now here.” She looked in amazement around her. A black shadow far in the background. The bat himself, driving in one of his fancy cars. Ran out. Into the Asylum. Jonathan tore his eyes away from the television and looked at you, taking in your reaction. You had hopped off of the table, and were at the door, ear pressed against it, trying to hear what was going on out there.

“Do you know Mr. Karlo?” Jonathan asked, sitting on your chair. He was making himself at home in your office, not that you minded. He was the big boss after all. He could even go through your files if he so wished. But he didn’t. He was more preoccupied with how you were trying to listen to what was going on outside of the sturdy door. He would be surprised if you heard anything. He had picked those himself for how thick they were. Bulletproof.

“I gave him the flu shot this morning,” You muttered. “He didn’t seem any different than usual. But I suppose that’s normal. They’re always like that.”

“What do you think you’re going to hear?”

“Batman,” You said, your eyes lighting up. His heart felt like it sunk with the excitement that you showed. Over Batman. Over someone who did not deserve the fear that he got. Or the respect. He didn’t even use sonar, what good of a bat could he really be? “We’ll be out of here within the hour, if all goes right.”

“Perhaps,” Jonathan said. It finally hit him that he was alone, in an office with you. For a prolonged amount of time. He cleared his throat. He straightened his tie. He fixed his glasses. He smoothed down his hair. He tried to make himself look presentable. “What intrigues you about the Batman?”

“Everything,” You admitted. That feeling of jealousy like tendrils in his stomach. He felt it rising up in his throat. He choked it back. It actually felt sick. He felt a flash of fear - actual fear - that he was going to throw up in your wastebasket just with one word. It felt familiar despite it being for a new reason. “I’ve seen him once before. He drove past me and I caught a glimpse of him. I’ve never been in a situation where he had to save me, thankfully.”

“You are no villain,” Jonathan said, eyes glinting. “So you will never be anything to him.”

“That’s true,” You frowned, standing up, not being able to hear a thing, he guessed, a disappointed look on your face. “But you never know what the future holds."

He managed to catch your eye. You both were just looking at each other. There was a bit of fear in yours, which excited him greatly, and a calculating look in his. He should be outraged, but he was loving the fact that there was terror in his halls. That a prisoner was running amuck. The only thing he wasn’t happy about was the caped crusader. Batman. Stupid Batman. But at least he had you alone. He was very much aware of that, and trying to forget about the hero out there.

“We may be here a while,” Jonathan said, lowering himself into your chair since you seemed to adamant about staying near the door. “We’ve never had a proper chat. What made you want to go into the medical profession?”

As you spoke, not seeming to realize that he had just played you in with easy psychiatrist tricks, he was looking for any little cigarette burns in your story. Any little traces of fear in your childhood. But he couldn’t find any. It sounded as if you had a perfectly boring childhood. Just with a strong sense of wanting to help people. He wished that turned him off the way that it did in others but in you - it was just admirable. Disgusting.

A knock at the door made you stop talking. You stood quiet, your ears perked like a dogs at hearing a sudden sound. It was an endearing expression. Jonathan got to his feet, and he, well, he touched you for the first time. His hand was lightly on your shoulder, guiding you out of the way. He was the one that turned the lock on your door, and opened it just a crack, shielding your body with his. He was expecting an orderly. He was not expecting Batman.

“Doctor?” He asked. Jonathan stared. He didn’t answer, which made you nudge his thin frame out of the way, only to look up at the Batman in shock with wide eyes.

“I - I’m a Doctor,” You said, and you introduced yourself to him. The eyes behind the mask took you in with a glance that Jonathan read as ... something close to lust. Not as greedy as lust, but lusty nonetheless. A feeling overtook him. Anger. He opened the door wider, stayed by your side.

“As am I. Dr. Jonathan Crane. Can I help you?”

“I’ve caught your patient. But he’ll be needing some medical care. A couple of broken bones,” The Batman’s harsh voice came out. You instantly turned heel and went further into your office and grabbed your to go bag, the one full of emergency materials that you sometimes had to bring into a cell when the inmates were hurting one another. It would have to do until you were able to get him to a hospital bed.

“Show me,” You said, eagerly, your eyes on the Batman’s dark ones. Jonathan was still staring at him. A very new feeling bubbling up in his stomach. He had heard about it from his patients before. Jealousy. The way that he was looking at you. And the way that you were looking at him.

You followed after the cape, and Jonathan followed after you. He had visions of shooting the Batman down. Of drugging him with his special fear toxin and scaring him silly with his scarecrow mask. Of making him suffer. No, only Jonathan knew the true meaning of suffering. Of fear. He got to see it every day when he did his therapy with certain patients. Driving them more, and more insane, to the point where they were useless lumps of flesh, quivering at shadows. Yes, he wanted to do that to Batman. And to make you see - yes, make you see who was superior. Jonathan overcame fear. He was fear. He was above it. He became it. Batman? He would feel it. Jonathan would make sure of that.

The patient came into view, hoisted up by two of the orderlies. Already sedated. That was a shame. Jonathan would have loved to see the look in his eyes when he realized he was defeated. You immediately went up to him and started to check on his arm, which looked quite swollen. Bruises were over his face. His lip was cut. He was in a right state.

“Bring him to my surgery,” You said quickly to the orderlies. “Keep him sedated, I’ll be in there in a moment.” You then turned towards the Batman. “Thank you. For sedating him, and for not killing him when I know that the police would have.”

Jonathan nearly scoffed. Instead he just removed his glasses, polished them with the specialty rag he had in his pocket. Rolled his eyes.

“I never kill,” Batman said in that husky, growly voice. “Fix him up, keep him safe.”

“There’s only so much that we can do to keep him safe within his own mind,” You explained, looking up to Jonathan. “But on the outside, yes, I’ll do all that I can.”

“The city could use more doctors like you,” Batman said, and Jonathan’s hands turned into fists. He couldn’t handle this anymore. Just a couple of short sentences and he was seeing red.

“We must attend to Mr Karlo, y/n,” Jonathan said, being sure to use your first name. Because he was special enough to know that. Was Batman? No. He wasn’t. The little pleasures. “I’ll assist as much as I can. Thank you for your help,” He gave a curt nod at the Superhero, and lightly took your shoulders and turned you around. You didn’t try to turn back to look over your shoulder, to his delight.

“You’re acting a little strange, Dr. Crane. Or should I call you Jonathan?” You asked, having noticed his use of your name. “Are you feeling alright? I can book you in for a check up before I leave for the day. Your cheeks are looking a bit flushed-”

“It’s from the excitement, darling,” Jonathan said, keeping close behind you. If you so much as slowed the littlest bit,he would have bumped against you. “Just the excitement.”

#Jonathan Crane #Jonathan Crane x reader #Jonathan Crane oneshot #Scarecrow #Scarecrow oneshot #DC #DC oneshot #request #requested #oneshot #one shot #x reader #scarecrow x reader #jonathanc

[goggles-mcgee]

The Batfam (+Fuck Freud Club) As Stupid Things I Have Done

Alfred Pennyworth: Ran through every secret door and passageway built into my high school theater's set of Clue because one tech kid was playing a jaunty "chase" tune on the piano while someone else chased me. I was too fast. I knew where I was going.

Bruce Wayne: Convinced my younger siblings I was a vampire for like 3 years straight.

Dick Grayson: Ironed my jeans while they were on because I saw my step-dad do it and I thought I could do it too. I had a burn in the shape of an iron for a good while.

Jason Todd: Yelled, "I love this movie!" in my college Shakespeare class when we were about to watch Much Ado About Nothing (the Kenneth Branagh one) and everyone stared at me.

Tim Drake: Accidentally forgot I can't have Monster energy drinks because I pulled an all-nighter to finish college assignments, so I bought a Monster energy and proceeded to worry everyone around me because I could not sit still and kept saying my heart was fluttering.

Damian Wayne: Got in full gear (sweater, multiple pants, gloves, scarf) just so I could pet our cat at the time because I am allergic to cats.

Barbara Gordon: Successfully convinced a teacher I had written a paper even though I had not and got a 98 on this "lost" paper.

Stephanie Brown: Got sad and ate a whole tupperware container of mashed potatoes.

Cassandra Cain: Had an entire argument of how much I loved and appreciated my significant other purely with memes.

Duke Thomas: Up before noon so I announced to my family "I'm a morning person now I guess."

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Harley Quinn: Typed out a six page self-analysis essay for psychology an hour before class was going to start and emailed it to my professor during class so I technically turned it in on time. All the while I had a classmate watching me do this, their look of fear progressed the more I typed.

Jonathan Crane: Went to a haunted house and got banned for a year because I punched a worker who scared me.

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[madame-fear]

Hello my friend!

May I request Jonathan Crane x f!reader- more like Scarecrow, threatening a Legion member because one of their hostages is their partner? A story would be very much appreciated!❤

Hellooo my dearest! It's a pleasure as always to receive your requests♥️ I loved writing this one!! 🥺🙌 Hope you enjoy & like it! 🥰 I tried to make his Scarecrows personality as threatening as possible towards the members😂

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The last thing you remembered was that you were about to enter your home. You were looking for your house keys in your pockets, and out of nowhere you suddenly felt someone inject a syringe in your neck. You tried to fight against your attacker, but it was useless. Whatever they had injected you caused you to see everything blurry as you fell to the floor. After that, everything went black for you.

Once the members of the Legion of The Horribles had captured you, they thought it would be a good idea to show their new hostage to Scarecrow. It was actually a really, really bad idea. At the sight of seeing you tied up and asleep, he felt like his soul was ready to leave his body. His worst fear was finding out you got hurt! This was very bad for him, especially because the ones who captured you were members of the Legion, which he was obviously part of it, too.

"What did you do to her?" Scarecrow said, trying to hold his composure, but there was obvious anger in his voice. "Nothing for now, Mr Crane." One of the members said. He turned around looking at the members who was standing next to him, he was now beginning to get not angry, but rather mad at the situation. "Why did you capture her?!" He didn't care to raise his voice to anyone when it came to your wellbeing.

The clear confusion on the face of the members who were staring at the scene made him continue talking. "That's (Y/N), she's my partner!" He stressed the word 'partner' to make it as clear as possible. The whole enviroment began feeling awkward and tense, as well.

He rushed towards you. You were tied up and he noticed that you had some bruises in your head and a few small stratches, which was caused by your fall to the floor, but he didn't know that. He felt a lot of emotions at that moment, he was both anxious and frustrated for the whole situation.

The sudden motion of movements, lights, and voices talking made your consciousness return to your body. You, very slowly, began opening your heavy eyes only to see your boyfriend (as Scarecrow) in front of you. You still saw everything blurry, and you blinked a few times to adjust your vision to your surroundings. You felt extremely dizzy and you had forgot what happened and why the hell were you there.

"Are you alright, love?" Your boyfriend asked you, removing a piece of hair that covered your face. "H-how did I get here, Jon? What happened?" You asked him, visibly confused. He places his hand on your cheek and began stroking it, especially the part of the cheek that had a small scar in it. "Everything's fine. I'm going to take care of it and I'll take you home so you can rest, yes?" He sweetly said to you, and you managed to nod.

He turned around again to where the members were staring, especially walked towards the member that was previously standing next to him. He didn't look very happy about what happened. "This," he said, pointing his gloved finger to where you were "better not happen again." He said as he pressed his finger against the members chest, then turned his head to his side so he could look at the other.

"This goes for all of you. If I find out that ANY of you dare lay a finger on (Y/N) ever again, things won't get very nice and I'll make sure you regret it. Understood?" He wasn't the type to scold the other members or anyone else, as a matter of fact, but when he became Scarecrow he didn't have the same shy & awkward personality he usually had, so he didn't mind raising his voice.

Especially, because this situation was about you getting hurt and being scared, so he did have to make some things clear. All the members nodded to what he said, and one of them muttered a quiet apology. He walked to where you were again, still sleepily trying to keep your eyes open and remember what happened, and carried you in his arms. "If you excuse me, I have to take (Y/N) home." He said as he walked and passed through the members, carrying you in his arms.

He carried you back to the home you both shared. On your way, you had regained a slight bit of consciousness, but you still kept your eyes closed because you had a strong headache. As he entered your home, he took you to the bedroom and gently placed you in bed, covering your full body with the sheets.

He sat on the bed near where your face was. He began petting your hair and tucking behind your ear small pieces of hair that covered your precious face. With the back of his finger, he began stroking your cheeks, which caused you to blush and smile at him. "Thank you, Scarecrow..." you muttered as you smiled.

He took of his Scarecrow mask for a bit, placing it next to him. He got closer to you and gave you a big, loving kiss on your head and then on your cheek. "It's alright, my love. I promise you, I'll always protect you no matter what or who hurts you. Now, rest. I'll come back soon."

He gave you another peck on his cheeks, causing your blushing to be more intense, and to giggle at his actions. He put the Scarecrow mask on again, and left the bedroom through the balcony, since he still had to take care of some villainous duties. Looking at him leave, you giggled to yourself about why he couldn't leave through the door like everyone else, but that was him, you thought to yourself. But, you loved your sweet and protective Scarecrow that way.

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