#Batman 89 Comic

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[latverianpaparazzi]

queer-on-queer workplace hostility

[implusle]

mr. wayne? you ever want to be normal?

[glorianell]

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

I love him, your honor.

Batman 89 Echoes #4

[finzphoenix]

Hi Finz!!!!!!! Still can't get over the fact we're mututals because your art is so good, ahhhhhh-

What's your reaction to the newest chapter of Batman: Echoes '89? (Or something like that) because I for one am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH!!!!! Why did they have to make everyone so hot....

Look at his smile, he's so precious 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also, what's your reaction to this man being confirmed as this universe's Riddler?)

But let's also not forget the man himself, the Master of Fear.... he absolutely SLAYS with the gas mask, oh my God

I wasn't sure at first how to feel about him, but OH BOY do I love him now!!!

Apologies for the rambling, anyways: your thoughts on the designs and how things are going in the story so far?

Your thoughts are my thoughts exactly, dear! ^///^ Edward is the cutest and it's incredibly endearing how both of their smiles could light up an entire room! This story has been such a pleasant surprise. It's unique, gripping, stays true to the '89 vibe of the movie without being too silly, and Crane is down BAD for well-read men... I mean, what's not to love?

Regarding Scarecrow's design, like you, I had some trouble warming up to it, but the latest issue has finally won me over. Reaaally made me envy Bruce! 👀👀💦

[rae-raewrites]

I’m perfectly normal about this Jonathan crane i swear-

-From Batman 89 echoes 3

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Batman (1989)

[jas-peesauna]

batman 89 echoes jonathan crane .. save me batman 89 echoes jonathan crane … and ed too !

[death-or-exile]

Dr Jonathan Crane from Batman ‘89: Echoes (@Joe_Quinones)

[dailydccomics]

Catwoman '89 by Joe Quinones

[browsethestacks]

Art Process: Batman '89: Echoes #03

Art by Hayden Sherman

[vertigoartgore]

The Greatest Batman Stories Ever Told Vol.1 TPB cover by cover artist Walt Simonson (1988).

[acapelladitty]

Batman'89 Scarecrow - Stifled

Summary: In costume and in desperate need of a little release, Jonathan indulges in some auto-erotic asphyxiation.

Fic Masterlist // Link to AO3

(And please enjoy this paired art piece by the wonderfully skilled @wingedqueenlynx)

His costume a comforting weight against his thin frame, Jonathan settled against the sheets of his bed with a stuttering sigh as he exhaled deeply. Rolling his hands through his plume of curled hair, the soft pull of the strands made him extend his neck, a satisfying pop echoing from the left side of his throat.

Air more heated than he would have liked, a fact made worse by the heavy costume which pinned him in place, his hands slipped down towards his groin with a casualness that belied the slight tremor in the digits as they fought to free his half-hard cock from within the layers of fabric. With its familiar leftward tilt, his cock felt hot in his hand as he quickly stroked himself to hardness - the anticipation of his play sparking a guttural arousal which make his cock twitch.

Curling his fingers around his mask and the noose which looped loosely around its base, Jonathan released his cock long enough to slip the burlap cover over his face. It slid on like a second skin - his true face - and with it came a focus which made his skin itch with the need for something more, for a release that was long overdue.

His vision blurred from the lack of glasses or contacts he typically wore with the mask, the rest of his senses felt strengthened as he indulged in the scent of the burlap, earthy and wicked, and the way that it brushed the end of his proud nose. Cock neglected for the moment, he felt his balls tighten as his fingers curled around the knot of the noose.

Groaning as he tightened the noose around his neck to the point of constriction, the discomfort of his mask as it pressed into his vulnerable skin made his cock jerk untouched. He need this, deserved this, and he would take what he needed while ignoring the shame. One hand hanging loosely on the knot as he fought to breathe around it, his other hand snaked it ways down his chest, only pausing at his covered nipples to brush them roughly, indulging in the added stimulation before wrapping firmly around his cock once more.

The feel of his mask digging into his neck, pulled taut by his noose as it slowly strangled him, was deliciously painful with the added benefit of not leaving livid ropemarks against his skin. The burlap restricted his air at the best of times and the fabric pulled tight against his lips as he fought to inhale deeply, the tip of his nose scouring against the rough material with every shaky breath.

His free hand, the one not currently trained on his noose, stroked along his cock with a patient rhythm as it slowly drew every ounce of pleasure that it could. Painfully hard, the pulsing discomfort in his head was reflected in his cock as it throbbed in tandem.

Chest heaving as his lungs started to burn from the consistent lack of oxygen, the hot pleasure in his groin only grew more intense as the pressure in his head steadily built - his body struggling and writhing in place as his hand fisted along his cock messily. Pre-cum leaked freely from his slit, the moisture making his hand move with greater ease as he alternated stroking his length with brushing his palm across the head and rolling his balls between his rough fingers.

Grunting and whining, the noises slip free of his mask quietly as he chases his own pleasure. A familiar shame settles across his skin, the shame of having to give in to such base desires and depravity, but the heat of embarrassment only serves to stoke his arousal.

Head pounding, Jonathan lost himself in fantasy. His thoughts were erratic, slipping between visuals of that pretty brunette who dealt with his various journal requests at the local library to the new receptionist at the asylum whose perfume reminded him of wild flowers. However, such fantasies were quick to turn as his fingers picked up their pace across his velvety cock.

Soft touches dissolved into rough handling, his hand wrapping around a panicking throat as anxious pants grew into wails of terror. His toxin quickly disappearing from the syringe as it found itself plunged into an unwilling vein. Screaming and begging for a mercy which could never come as he pushed his work to higher and higher levels.

Jonathan came with a shuddering groan, his release spreading across his fingers as the pressure in his head grew to a point where his vision started to dull around the edges. It was too much and yet not enough as he continued to stroke along his cock despite the fact that the overstimulation was quick to make every motion feel as terrible as it were brilliant.

His vision starting to darken further, Jonathan took a moment to loosen the knot around his neck and immediately inhale grateful lungfuls of air as his chest burned. His body overheated and sensitive, every trembling jerk of his cock drew a bestiary grunt from his aching throat as he forced himself to feel the comedown.

The mask feeling suddenly unbearable, his hands moved shakily as they pulled the material free of his head - releasing his face from the cloying heat and rapidly stroking his fingers through his curled hair as he fought to quell the heaving movements of his chest.

Glancing down, Jonathan regarded the spend across his fingers with mild disgust, wiping it off on a nearby handkerchief to prevent any excess mess from staining his beloved costume. Exhausted and fighting a headache brought on by his oxygen deprivation, his body relaxed fully as he enjoyed the peace for the few moments he would allow himself to indulge it.

[robot-carl]

@acapelladitty per our conversation. This is what happens when I watch the exorcist 3 and have Batman ‘89 on the brain. 🦇🦇🦇

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

SCARECROW REVEALED!! I REPEAT, SCARECROW REVEALED!

Batman 89 Echos #4