#dk!jonathan crane x reader

[madame-fear]

hi! could you please write a headcanon of dark knight trilogy jonathan with a nurse! reader who he has developed feelings for? (preferably female reader but gn is also fine!)

thank you <3

Hii anon!! 💕 Of course!! This is lovely 🥰 This reminds me, I have saved in my drafts a short imagine about Gotham!Jonathan Crane saving a Nurse!Reader from inmates 😂 So I'll upload that too ❤

Happy reading, dear!! 💞

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DK!Jonathan Crane x Nurse!Reader | Jonathan Having A Crush On You Headcanons

I feel like he's not an easy man to get. He knows about your existence and has noticed you walking through the halls of Arkham Asylum before, but never really paid any attention to you.

^ Mainly because he always noticed you through the corner of his eyes, since he's always extremely busy and he can't distract himself with someone in the middle of his work.

But, that immediatly changes the day you were on your shift and he needed some medical assistance, so they had to call you.

At first, he looked like a very cold on the outside, but on the inside he's actually charmed by your sweetness and how well you took care of his wounds.

You were slightly nervous around him mostly because he looks very intimidating 😅 But you did your job properly, so everything went well.

Obviously he won't say anything about that to you, nor extremely compliment you. He'd just kindly thank you and tell you you're dismissed.

After that, he couldn't help but keep thinking about you and your enchanting personality.

That wasn't your only encounter, of course. He kept calling you to his office for stupid little things, only as an excuse to see you and talk to you once again.

Expect him to deny his blooming feelings for you! He never thinks about dating or starting a relationship with someone, but there's something about you that he just can't ignore.

Eventually he just gives up and admits to himself that he's got a crush for you, and a soft spot, too.

Honestly he loves seeing you take care of the inmates. You're always so sweet, compassionate for everyone, and so understanding...you're the only one who really makes him get flustered.

He takes extra care of you, now. He'll probably always send a guard to watch out for you, just to make sure an inmate doesn't hurt you.

If an inmate is aggressive and you have to attend that specific inmate, he'll come up with a random excuse just to replace someone in your place, and send you to look out for a less aggressive inmate.

If an inmate ever injuries/badly hurts you, beware because he's a walking thunderstorm. Don't be surprised if he gives a special visit to that inmate and uses his fear toxin on him.

The next day, if you ask him about the inmate, he'll probably tell you he had a mental breakdown or something, and also not to worry because he'll be the one in charge of the situation.

You're literally the most and only privileged nurse in Arkham tbh

Generally he just overprotects you a lot, and your co-workes tease you often with that.

You've seen and met each other so many times that you've grown a special trust on each other.

You're the only one in all of Arkham whom he's shown his Scarecrow mask and talked about his recent work regarding fear.

Please compliment his mask and his studies on fear, he'll love hearing your opinion about it.

Also, if you leave his office with a goodbye kiss on the cheek, oh boy...you'd leave him blushing like a little girl!

He's just not used to that type of physicality, so honestly he appreciates it, but only because you're the one showing physical affection to him.

Over the passing of time, he'll eventually return the affection by, probably, hugging you in private spaces and kissing your head.

It took him a while until he asked you out. He was too afraid (ironic) that you'll either reject him or think that he's unprofessional and lose all the trust you've gained.

So it took him a few good months to think about how he would ask you out for a date without scaring you off.

Surprise surprise! You accepted having a date with him, and he's over the moon about it.

He'd be so nervous about it like he's never been before, you've got quite a strong effect on him.

Of course, he makes sure no one knows about your little dates with him. What everyone does knows is that you're very close to Dr Crane, so you've earned some respect and good reputation on Arkham Asylum.

Just, be prepared to have all his entire attention. Once you've got him around your finger, he's yours. He's very loyal, and makes sure nobody disrespects or even dares to hurt you. ❤

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig - Chapter 1

All You Fear About

A Chicago the Musical inspired story.

Characters: dk!Jonathan Crane and (she/her)reader (platonic, non-romantic, professional).

Rating: Teen?

Story summary: Dr Crane gets asked to evaluate an elementary teacher who claims self defense for the murder she has committed. But he finds himself striking a deal, as he tries to find out what really is the truth.

Chapter warnings: Discussions of murder and mental health, , corruption, sexism, murder, violence, blood, Arkham Asylum (cuz that place needs a warning), mentions/allusions of sexual assault, dark humor/absurdity, bad and/or uneathical medical practices, unseriousness about criminality and murder (bc that is the essence of Chicago). (let me know if I missed one)

Chapter summary: Dr Crane is once again asked to evaluate a criminal, but finds you are all too happy to play the part.

Dear audience, presenting the mind opening doctor of the Asylum. The one, the only: Dr Jonathan Crane. 

A brown file lands with a soft thud on the wood. Dr Crane shoots a glance over his thin framed glasses at the offensive object, wool cuff dragging over the edge of a paper as he continues to fill it with ink.

“What’s this?”

“From the D.A.’s office. They want you to evaluate someone going on trial.” Richard’s voice grates and his pale hands correct the white cuffs under his black suit while he talks. He is trying to get comfortable, but he never has in all the times he has been in with something from his higher ups. Dr Crane can not even remember a time Richard had sat down in the chair opposite him. Maybe it is something in the air, the lingering scent of sweat and suffering that comes all the way up to Dr Crane’s more welcoming office. 

He puts down the pen and flicks open the file. In the neatly framed rows of a GCPD case file the information is presented to him in the white overhead lights hanging in the raised ceiling of his office. Elementary teacher, no records of previous trouble, stabbed an intruder in self defense. He frowns at the lack of vital information.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She claims he came through the window and she panicked.” Richard has his side to the desk, his right hand dragging repeatedly over the blonde hair at the nape of his neck. One would think that a big guy working in the city and handling criminal cases, Richard would be able to put on brave face in a doctor’s office and not be eyeing the exit. “But they think she’s not telling the whole story.”

“And why wouldn’t she?” Dr Crane closes the paper file again, putting it aside in an empty spot on the desk, to put a quick scribble of ink on a release form.

“Well, they think something might’ve happened.” Now Richard is assaulting his fair, stubbled beard with tense scratches. 

“It did.” Shoes clicking against the tile floor before Dr Crane firmly lays the file against the unironed strip of fabric hanging on Richard’s chest and fixing a blue, deadpan look through his glasses. “She killed a man.” Richard grimaces away from Dr Crane’s words, trapping the file with the flat of his palm as Dr Crane releases it, and any interest tethered to it, and turns away.

“Something more” The words run quickly, like Richard is worried that this is his last chance. Giving benefit of the doubt, and maybe a tiny bit of empathy to finally get this man out of the wooden box that was his office, Dr Crane faces Richard again with collected look. “something that’s caused her to snap like that. That she’s repressing it.” 

Dr Crane lifts his dark eyebrows over the frame of his glasses. When that doesn’t coax a continuation, a stop to which had seemed impossible a second ago, he makes a gesture with his slender hand, as if to rev back up Richard like a music box that has stopped. If the man could just spit out his business, there was so much more that could be accomplished today. 

Richard coughs heavy, his cogs starting to roll again. “That he tried something, or did it.”

Ah. How would this man ever stand in a courtroom and read up charges if he could not even use the term? Were words really that scary to the people outside of Arkham? Dr Crane hated to know. 

He adjusts his glasses with a slight annoyance.  “Sure.”  Then he turns back towards his desk. “Let me know when I can meet her.” 

If nothing else, her evasion meant something and could prove to hide something else.

The guard buzzes him through the metal door and Dr Crane steps into the room, familiar cold light greeting him. He wonders briefly over the design choice of white, clean tiles to cover floor and walls in their blinding shine, but then turns towards the table.

You sit with steel cuffed hands propped against the edge of the plastic slate, examining his entrance with intelligent eyes. Some effort has been made to look professional on your end and he wonders if they had given you liberties others did not get, given your perceived status as fairly harmless. The standard issued overalls suits you. Maybe a bit too well.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, doctor.” You muse with sweetened voice as he sits down in the bolted down chair. “Whispers in the holding cells, y’know.” The last bit is accompanied by a conspiratorial wink as Dr Crane clicks his dark suitcase onto the white table.

“Really?” He keeps his tone neutral, blue eyes on the interior of his suitcase as he picks through his things for a notepad and pen. “So, no need for introductions then.”

You shrug dismissively, the metal bindings on your hands clinking against each other at the motion.

“I am here to assess your mental state.” Dr Crane corrects his thin glasses, more to keep his hand occupied than out of need. “You have been through a traumatic event and there are doubts about your well being.” He pauses briefly before the last words and looks at you for the first time this close. 

There’s a scraping sound under the table of your shoe sole lightly touching ground in a downwards kick before a soft but intentional thud. “I’m aware.” Your eyes stay on his, neither budging.

“Good. Then let’s start.” Dr Crane continues, sliding back to professionalism and quick paced rattling. “You are being charged for murder, which you claim was self-defense. However, they believe you are holding in with more that happened, that you are not willing to share.” He tilts his head, counts the ticks of an internal clock, the breaths it takes to form a thought and speak it. He really does give you plenty of time if you had it in your heart to say something. Had he not known better he would have given credit for the stillness in your body language and the unbothered silence in the air. Dr Crane throws a glance sideways, as if his blue eyes could catch someone nearby and ensure you that they are not eavesdropping, before looking back at you. “The man’s already dead.” It is only because he knows your security classification that he allows himself to take that tone when saying it. He would rather not have his disregard of the corpse in the morgue on public record. But dead men do not speak, and can not hurt you again, so the question is why you will not tell.

“Nevermind that, let me cut you a deal.” You are near invading his side of the table with a sudden but calculated quickness, the smell of soap rushing towards him in the draft of the movement. Dr Crane lifts an eyebrow. Deal making was not in his predictions for meeting you. “You confirm the diagnosis and send me to Arkham, I help you out.” You hold his cold gaze, and something other than the reflection of the fluorescent light in the ceiling shimmers in them. 

“That would be unethical.” Dr Crane plainly states, and years of practice keeps his face neutral, professional, and not at all interested in committing fraud. 

“No, it’d be telling them what they already believe to be true. Confirmation bias, I believe it is called.” You lean back again, and your hands come to rest against the seat of the chair, forearms against your thighs. It is almost uncanny how seemingly at ease you are with the idea of being declared unfit to even take a walk without surveillance. A shame that Dr Crane is the head of Arkham and not unused to that in his, less legal, patients. A bigger shame that you are appealing to his scientific senses; teacher to doctor, it makes him, unpredictably, a little proud. Dr Crane must admit, you do have a point though. Considering they were certain there was more to the story, the D.A. wasn’t likely to stop hounding you, even in prison. The press perhaps more so, always eager for a miserable story. There is truly no rest for the wicked.

“What is in it for me?” Dr Crane puts forth an unconvinced front, wanting to hear your bargain. 

“I can give you money.” The offer seems sincere, but it almost makes Crane laugh. Fortunately, the only sign of it is the involuntary creak of his chair.

“My research does use up a lot of funds, but I doubt that’s something you can help with on a teacher’s salary.” Blue eyes look over his steel frames and notes the grimace you make as you acknowledge his point. Leaning forward with his elbows on the table he continues with a deadpan expression. “No, all I care about is love.” 

That gets a reaction out of you. You blink.

“Excuse me?”

“Fear, I mean. My research is mainly focused on fear, although those two do overlap sometimes.” Dr Crane muses, pleased to have unsettled your apathetic façade. He tilts his head, dark hairs trickling to the side. “I’ll take your deal, but you will sign an agreement that you will undergo any tests I see relevant to your supposed recovery. You fear something and you would be interesting for my research.”  He studies your face.

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Where do I sign?”

Doctor Jonathan Crane and the courtroom hearing. Notice how he is lying through his teeth. Almost. 

The courtroom is surprisingly silent, but it is a Tuesday morning. It had been drizzling when Dr Crane got to the courthouse, settling tiny water pearls on the shoulders of his blazer. He wipes his glasses again with a cloth as he listens to you repeat your testimony, your voice bouncing against the stone floor and empty benches.

“It was sometime after eight. I know ‘cause the news had just been on the radio. There was a sound at the window. He must’ve come up via the fire escape. Suddenly he just was there.” Dr Crane notes the rustle of fabric, the scraping of soles, the bowed heads, in the room during your pause. The sparse audience provides all the fittings for such a serious case. “He might have said something, I don’t know, I could only hear my blood rushing in my ears. I was by the kitchen, and I didn’t think. I just grabbed the knife. When he got closer I got scared.”

Your tone is calm, matter of fact. Dr Crane muses that this might be what troubled the D.A. It interests him. 

“It went quick. From one step to the next I had stabbed him. He collapsed.” Your head makes a nod downwards, as if you are seeing the man lay bleeding out again on the courtroom floor, red dying the lighter parts of the pattern.

At the judge’s permission, Mr Birch raises from his seat, dark close cropped curls coming into view from Dr Crane’s seat in the back. His dark hands smooth the sides of his grey blazer and button it over his white shirt. He approaches the stand, his dress shoes impact against the floor a high and clear sound. They stop somewhere in the pool of blood. “How many times would you say you stabbed him?” The tone is conversational, accompanied by a light jerk of the attorney’s head and a palm up gesture of his hand.

“Six, perhaps more. There was a lot of blood.” Your statement proposes a lack of awareness in the moment and that even you are basing your knowledge on the evidence. Your tone questions the necessity of an answer.

“Why so many times? Surely one would’ve incapacitated him.” The attorney continues, but now his outheld hands are meant for the hearers to which he turns with a false confusion, calling them to agree with him. Despite the foul taste it leaves in his mouth to do so, Dr Crane is inclined to agree, seeing as all the blows had been to the man’s stomach. You had created a neat little pattern on the pathologist’s diagram in the folder in front of him.

The attorney’s jest falls flat. You are unbothered. “I panicked. Once I realized what I had done I went and got my neighbor, Mr Fredrickson. He called the police, the EMT said they couldn’t save him.” You lean forward slightly, eyes trained on the attorney. “He didn’t deserve to die. I know what I did.” Dr Crane thinks he can sense a shiver go through the room at your words, cold to the tone but soft in their meaning.

“Was there perhaps another reason to your panic?” The barely veiled question is for the room more than anything.

“You mean besides the strange man in my living room.” Dr Crane thinks he can spot the sunlight break through outside, cold golden rays filtering in through the rain and dust dirty glass and painting flecks over the diamonds. “No, in my panicked state I failed to think of a better defense. I blame myself for that lapse of judgement and lack of clear thinking.” You push back your shoulders a little, chest puffing and back straightening. Before Dr Crane’s eyes the teacher appears, firm in their stance and certain of their foundation. Your work seems to have influenced you greatly.

“You are pleading guilty to murder in self-defense, then?”

“As is stated in the documents sent to your office by Mrs Martin.” At a stern look from the judge at your answer, you continue with veiled annoyance. “Yes, that’s correct. But I understand if the court will not take the self-defense part into account.” 

Mr Birch corrects some part of his suit, lowering his gaze on you. “No further questions, your honor.”

The chair in the booth is abysmally uncomfortable. Dr Crane clasps his slender hands in his lap, throwing a seemingly surveying look over the room under his bangs. You meet his eyes, but not to any extent that should throw any suspicion. Shoulders still in position, you don’t actually seem to look at any of the other officials present. Maybe you find it more interesting to find an end to the labyrinth in the tiles. But Dr Crane notes the shift in aspect of your character, the firm stance during cross examination has been deliberately exchanged to something softer.

“It is my opinion that the defendant has experienced a traumatic event and that this has left her mind in a troubled state. I am, as I am sure are many others, sad to see Gotham lose a good teacher.” A movement goes through your body at the last part, an adjustment of posture, shoulder rolled back, but you do not raise your eyes from the tiles to meet his. “It would be amiss if I did not offer my services towards the rehabilitation of the defendant.”

The tall wooden door thuds softly behind Dr Crane and he shakes his blazer in order over his shoulders. Down a short staircase black suits and navy uniforms cross the corridor like ants. He starts for the main entrance and spots a familiar suit in the masses.

“Ah, Ms Dawes. No opinions on this patient?” Her interest to his previous endeavors stops him from assuming she does not know his business here or to whom he is referring.

She shakes her head. “No, she’s not a criminal.”

Dr Crane deadpans.

“She murdered a man.”

“Yeah, in self defense.” Ms Dawes goes silent, eyes drifting to something unseen, and he can see her continue those thoughts, the same way the attorney had, no doubt the D.A. too.

“Right.” He nods curtly and cuts for the closest exit. Glancing back towards the room he left he sees you step out, escorted by a guard and your cuffed hands in front of you. You meet his eyes briefly. Then you’re led away and he slips out to the street.

[scarletembers04]

He’s so daddy he looks like a Lana Del Rey song.

[levimanco]

Yandere Jonathan crane HCs because I need to satisfy my dark soul.

More Jonathan HCs

As you can see, I’m back on my bullshit, so enjoy. Or don’t it’s not my business what you enjoy.

CW: fear gassing, mentions of gaslighting, cold Jonathan, mentions of violence.

Jonathan will train the HELL out of little dove and treat them accordingly to how well they do each time

Mess up on one thing? The first time he’d be lenient because you’re learning for the first time. Mess up again? He has a firm reprimand on little dove.

If you don’t make any mistakes or rebellious actions he’ll praise you and give you a small reward. Something like 30 minutes of monitored screen time or a little object from your original house. (Everything from your original house was already brought in but it’s hidden)

Has different medications to help little dove with their “delusions”

Depressed? Here’s a medication, rebellious? A sedative, aggressive? Here’s another medication. Hysteria? Poor little dove. Here’s some medicine. You get it.

He may seem heartless, and he does show cruelty towards people Most of the time, but there are some big softy moments with little dove.

If he’s stressed from work or scarecrow business, there might be a rare moment where he sits down on the couch with his little dove’s head on his lap. Stroking their soft skin or playing with their hair.

If he’s stressed from little dove? Well it can go two (2) ways:

He’ll gaslight his dove into submission with a suspicious amount of soft and sweet guilt tripping words

He’ll reprimand dove with a riding crop or a belt.

If little dove doesn’t fall for the first option or still rebels after the second option he’ll fear gas them.

Jonathan doesn’t really see little dove as his lover til after maybe two months of living together, or after he realises how much he needs little dove in his life.

After that he’ll break down his cold heart exterior to little dove.

But don’t be fooled, he can and will go back to cruel cold heartedness.

And that’s all for now! I will post more later

[riddle-me-ri]

Okay so we’ve had Mad Hatter and Riddler reacting to the dress….

What about Scarecrow?

A/N: Whelp, uhh…never expected my original headcanon idea of Riddlers reacting to a tiktok dress to go this far lmao. But it only makes sense I go ahead and round up the Dork Squad. 

After this, I don’t see myself doing this for any other rogues (or for any other tik tok dress...I don’t see their reactions being any different than what I’ve already described lmao), so this’ll likely be the end of this wee series I accidentally made lol. By all means though, if y’all haven’t already feel free to do these with your own fave rogues and even do a different dress! 

Just for posterity: here's the tiktok and dress in question.

By the way…this was ridiculously more difficult than the others, just thought I’d put that out there. Most of these Scarecrows are ominous and stoic as hell so it was weird trying to get in the appropriate state of mind for each of them asdfgjk also don’t mind me still playing with headers, this isn’t all the Scarecrows featured, there’s three more sorry if the header is a wee misleading; BTAS/TNBA and Fear State also make an appearance!

Anyways, without further ado, you guys demanded him; The Prince of Panic, the Lord of Despair, The Master of Fear…

The Scarecrows React to Reader in a TikTok Dress:

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- To say he was caught off guard would be an understatement. 

- He may be immune to fear.

- Immune almost to a point of being void of most reactionary emotions. 

- Jonathan wasn’t immune to you. 

- He inhales deeply, takes you all in. 

- Normally he'd consider this type of dress ludicrous…

- However he can make an exception for you, as always. 

- He runs his calloused hand along the skin that's revealed.

- Occasionally teasing the skin with the needles from his gauntlet.

- When he hears your soft gasps and hushed moans…

- There's nothing more satisfying.

Dark Knight/Murphy Scarecrow:

- Jonathan won't admit it but he had to do a double take.

- He finally came home from his "experiments" at Arkham. 

- He longed to see you, and was pleasantly surprised to see you 

- So…scantily clad for his amusement. 

- Amused he is, as well as pleased and undoubtedly aroused. 

- Without almost a second thought he drops his suitcase and rushes to get his hands on you.

- As much as he enjoys seeing these sneak peeks at your skin. 

- He yearns to caress and touch you, both with and especially without the dress.

BTAS Scarecrow:

- You have rendered the poor ex-professor speechless.

- And he usually enjoys hearing his own monologues and lectures, so that’s a win!

- His eyes blinking madly, trying to reboot his brain. 

- His ever so pale face, growing ever so red as his signature costume. 

- Jon recognizes the sensations of his heart palpitating and his breaths shortening.

- He's not afraid no….quite the opposite actually.

- He's stunted, unsure of what to do. 

- Jon sheepishly compliments you, even asks if you're some gorgeous dream in the sea of his nightmares. 

- You convince him you're absolutely real. 

- As you wrap your arms around him, bring your body closer to his…

TNBA Scarecrow:

- He’s quite shocked to be honest. 

- Perhaps, even a little confused. 

- Not entirely sure what brought this on, where or why you own such an outlandish dress.

- However, he can’t say he’s complaining. 

- He chuckles deeply, asks if this is for some kind of occasion. 

- You say there isn't one. Just wanted to surprise him. 

- Well, you've certainly done that.

- He's still getting used to being intimate with someone else. 

- However, when you open yourself up to him, you are so vulnerable…

- Just how can he resist?

Fear State Scarecrow:

- For all the fear he wanted to wrought upon Gotham City… 

- The absolute thrill to see it be succumbed in it’s worse fears to reach a precipice of fearlessness. 

- It didn’t come close to how his heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. 

- His eyes widened in surprise at you in the dress.

- Jon practically stalks you as he comes closer to you. 

- Normally, like a couple other Scarecrows, he would find the dress ridiculous, holding no purpose. 

- You may as well just be naked. 

- Yet, with you wearing it, the way it compliments your curves and valleys of your body.

- Teasing the more intimate parts of you with just strips of fabric

- Even the Master of Fear yearns to enjoy the excitement of…other emotions.

Year One Scarecrow:

- Oh…oh boy

- Umm…wow.

- He's always been aware of scandalous wear, especially for women. 

- The only reason he knew was because it was one of many of the "devil's temptations", Granny forbid him to pursue. 

- But now, Granny's long gone. 

- And here you are, looking drop dead stunning. 

- He's gulping for air. 

- For a minute mistaking his reaction for fear when it's in fact…something equally as primal

- You realize you may have stunted the sheltered southerner.

- You will have to ease him into it. 

- Let him know what he's feeling is natural and safe. 

- Be open with him (more emotionally than physically the dress did that enough for you) and let him decide how he wants to…proceed.

Masters of Fear Scarecrow:

- Were…were you trying to give him a heart attack?

- But ooh, the view of you would've been worth it. 

- He never thought he'd ever experience the bliss true love could bring after Sherry Squires.

- Yet, now, Squires couldn't even hold a candle to you.

- She never could, but especially not now. 

- Dressed so intimately and vulnerable.

- For him, because you're comfortable with him.

- You love him and respect him. 

- That's what goes through his mind as he slowly approaches you. 

- He's reluctant to touch you, worried you'll disappear or break somehow. 

- When he finally gets his hands on you, it will be a long while before you can get them off.

Harley Quinn the Animated Series Scarecrow:

- Out of all the Scarecrows, of all the Cranes, of all the Twig Boys…

- This one is the LEAST kept together about you in the dress. 

- Man’s is dead to rights. 

- The only comprehensible sound that’s made is his hushed mutterings and stammering. 

- You can maybe make out a compliment or two out of it. 

- This poor sap is tripping on actual air the minute you start walking over to him. 

- Is there such a thing as being frightened and turned on?

- He's anxious about what to do (and not mess up) but so bricked up to not function.

- Please reassure him and take the lead, he'd be most appreciative. 

Happy Halloween, Scooby-Doo! (2018) Scarecrow:

- Ooohhh this smug bastard. Since I’ve gotten the requests to do this, his stupid smirk grin hasn’t left my brain (not that it ever has left since I saw it, BUT STILL)

- You may see his eyes widened slightly but that's about it. 

- His eyes will scan you up and down, going ahead and undressing what's left of you to be dressed.

- If you're lucky he may have a sly grin on his face. 

- Well, this is a pleasant surprise. 

- Jonathan will try his damnest to not fall totally putty into your hands. 

- He appreciates the view, but you're out of luck if you expect him to…react entirely primal. 

- (Ppstt…top it off with a black beehive wig and a valley girl accent wishing him "unpleasant dreams") (yeah I'm an Elvira stan too go ahead and @ me)

- (man's will fall apart at the seams…or straw rather)

[phobia-sweets]

This recent request made me think, and make a request to… How do different versions of the Scarecrow react to the PDA?

By the way, it also made me go and start listening to BTAA XD Fortunately, it is now available on YouTube. Perhaps soon there will be one more lover of the voice of our favorite character...

For the record after this i have a few longer requests (that aren't headcanons) coming up! writing them just takes longer (though i enjoy writing them more than headcanons lmao)

I hope you're enjoying BTAA so far!! It's a lot of fun, especially listening to it while working on smth is nice

BTAS, BTAA, ARKHAMVERSE & DK! Scarecrow x reader PDA headcanons

Warnings & Notes: Its headcanons so short lmao

❤ Arkhamverse

- Now, I can see asylum! Jon being indifferent about it.

- You wanna give him a kiss in public? Sure. Hug him? Ok, go ahead, he’ll return it.

- As long as you don’t do anything too ‘scandalous’ (I guess) He’ll be fine with it. Does not initiate it himself tho lmao

- Knight! Jon though? He’d prefer if you just didn’t.

- He’s not very keen on physical touch, especially after the croc incident. I’d believe it if he got more sensitive towards physical touch/pain after it.

- So, all in all, he’ll only take kindly to physical affection in private. Oh and don’t try to surprise him with hugs from the back or anything, you’ll probably get a syringe jammed into you.

❤ BTAS

- Well, he’s not complaining

- He doesn’t love it, as he’s not exactly used to it, but he doesn’t hate it?

- Maybe don’t surprise him with it unless you want him to short circuit

❤ The Dark knight trilogy

- He’s indifferent towards PDA. Though he wpuld prefer if you didn’t initiate PDA too much.

- Fine with some quick pecks etc etc but please don’t go overboard

- Does he initiate PDA? Very rarely. When he does, it’s probably as scarecrow tbh lmao

❤ Batman: The audio adventures

- If anything, he’s the one initiating it, so he’s more than fine with it.

- affection in private or public, he doesn’t care. He revels in it.

- initiates PDA on the regular. Doesn’t matter if he’s scarecrow or not. As long as it doesn’t risk his identity being revealed

[madame-fear]

*ೃ༄ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 .ೃ࿐

Okay so I have 14 pending requests on my drafts, but they are a bit longer to write and I need to plan them carefully. In the meantime, requests will be open again!

Here are some important readings before requesting anything:

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 & 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬

Prompts and scenarios are only an optional reading in case you need anything to guide your request. PLEASE I HIGHLY SUGGEST TO READ THE REQUESTING RULES IN ORDER TO NOT GET YOUR REQUEST DELETED/DENIED.

Even if you read the rules to request, I will highlight some key points that are the most important:

: ̗̀➛ max requests i will be accepting are 10 (depending how i see it atm) : ̗̀➛ i only take fem! reader requests. no male! reader, no canon x canon, no canon x oc. : ̗̀➛ PLEASE BE SPECIFIC.

Now, characters I write for:

: ̗̀➛ jacaerys & lucerys velaryon (accepting smut requests for both of them) : ̗̀➛ aemond targaryen (ask regarding smut requests for him) : ̗̀➛ helaena targaryen (NO SMUT for her) : ̗̀➛ aegon targaryen ii (currently taking only headcanons and imagines for him) : ̗̀➛ rhaenyra targaryen (slight smut for her accepted) : ̗̀➛ bran stark (currently not taking requests for him) : ̗̀➛ dk! & gotham! jonathan crane/scarecrow (currently not inspired for them! :c)

Types and genres of fanfics I write:

: ̗̀➛ one shots : ̗̀➛ imagines : ̗̀➛ headcanons : ̗̀➛ please inquire for chaptered fics + request (currently for Lucerys Velaryon only) : ̗̀➛ dark!/yandere! character fics : ̗̀➛ modern! au : ̗̀➛ fluff : ̗̀➛ angst with fluff at the end : ̗̀➛ smut. some kinks accepted, but inform me about them. : ̗̀➛ tropes (enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, etc)

Things I DON'T WRITE:

: ̗̀➛ weird fetishes/kinks/philias (foot fetish, necrophilia, pedophilia, zoophilia, and alike) : ̗̀➛ non-con : ̗̀➛ r*pe : ̗̀➛ full angst fics : ̗̀➛ explicit violence/gore

That is all for now. Remember to read the requesting rules fully! These were only some important general points. Now, let your mind roam free, lovelies! &lt;3

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig - Chapter 4 Teacher Cellophane

Characters: dk!Jonathan Crane, (she/her)reader (platonic, non-romantic, professional).

Story summary: Dr Crane gets asked to evaluate an elementary teacher who claims self defense for the murder she has committed. But he finds himself striking a deal, as he tries to find out what really is the truth.

Warnings: Discussions of crimes, therapy session, corruption, Arkham Asylum, absurdity, unseriousness about criminality and murder (bc that is the essence of Chicago).

Chapter Summary: Dr Crane tries to get reader to open up during another session, but is met with theatrics.

A/N: So, uh, guys, I messed up, there has been a chapter edited and ready to be published in my document this whole time, while I thought I had to edit it before publishing (also thought I was on the chapter after this), soanyway, here it is, I'm sorry.

Masterlist Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3

The chair creaks. “How do you feel about Gotham?” You lift your eyebrows and Dr Crane makes a circular gesture with his hand, searching for his intention. The air is cold, same as in the cells, but not quite as damp. “As a place of home. Do you feel safe, in general?” The greenish light in the room has not improved at all since last time. They really should fix that, if there was not so much else in a similar state. The wheels along the walls are still, the slow whirring of the ventilation taking their place.

“Who does?” When he stays silent you sigh theatrically and continue. “Overall, sure. All places have its vice and blood.” You fold your arms, settling back into the hard seat for yet another session required during your stay at Arkham. The pipes make a coughing sound. The showers must be broken, giving off nothing but drops when turned on. 

“Ever gotten robbed?” Dr Crane makes a noisy scribble before meeting your questioning look. “Personal curiosity.” He waves the pen as if to dispel any mistrust. He is not sure he could, considering he is sitting on the keys to your freedom, but on the other hand, you did hand them to him. Rather forced them on him. 

“Twice.” You cock your head and raise your eyebrows at some memory. “Poor target choice on their end.” Eyes come back to his. They’re back in the present, unreadable except what you want him to see. And what he sees is an unphased villain.

Dr Crane can’t help but repeat your initial facial expression towards his notes in agreement. It really was those robbers’ poor luck to gamble on someone with such a small wallet. “Regarding your profession” He catches. “What made you choose it?” He might be adding a small amount of admiration just for flair and hope. Flattery might have been invented for the rich and those in need of favors, but perhaps what he is asking isn’t so different from wanting a favor from you. That of your truth.

“What d’ya want me to say, doc? ‘Out of the kindness of my heart’?” Your accent thickens and your mannerisms return for a moment. His not so well concealed trick discovered, Dr Crane does not let you have the satisfaction of him admitting it, even though you both know it. He wonders where you picked up the accent, so invisible in the courtroom but ever present with him.

“Is it that not what all the parents want to hear?” He offers smoothly with a tone that promises comfort. He’s not trying to hit a nerve, not yet. Maybe you’ll shine a light through your cracks if he just gives you the opportunity.

“Most just wanna hear their kid is doing well in school.” A boring truth, based on your averted eyes and dulled down tone, perhaps even a sad one. Doing well could be all sorts of things, from staying out of trouble for the less fortunate to bought paper for the moreso.

“Teachers send the future into the world and yet you rarely get the credit.” Dr Crane muses, quite honestly if he were to say so, perhaps slipping just a little off topic for a moment. “Did that never bother you? Made you want to do something to be seen, something to escape the mundaneness of your life?” Perhaps he wants to touch a nerve a little. You are very calm, but not likely to confess thrill killing after too many nights grading papers. Dr Crane gets the mildly annoying feeling that you might be comfortable in his company, not nervous. A comfortable patient was not the sign of a breakthrough in his experience. He pages through his earlier notes.

“No. I actually quite liked being invisible. Makes people forget you’re there, let’s you slip around unnoticed. People tell you all kinds of things when you don’t matter.” 

He doesn’t find anything useful in the ink, nothing that indicates adrenaline seeking behavior. If you weren’t here on sentence for murder, he’d think you were almost boring. He lets the paper fall back and looks up again, a dry, almost sympathetic, smile gracing the corners of his mouth. “Never tempted to shoplift then?” 

“Never.” With his own smile reflected on you, he is tempted to believe you. 

“Well, even if you did, we could not prove it.” Dr Crane finds himself taking on the same conversational tone as he would with someone outside work. It is not as intentionally as he would like to claim. He gestures between the two of you. “And besides, doctor-patient confidentiality.” He’s not sure that that reestablishes the order of the situation. You might not have gotten him fooled, but you’re not handtied either. Your dodging is obvious for a reason. He is your privileged audience now that the court has made their judgement and the asylum doors have closed behind you.

You cross one leg over the other, rubber sole running over loose sand on the floor and the overall crunching as the fabric folds over itself. “You gonna ask me about my terrible childhood next?” Eyes make it clear you are amused, but you are also the one to suggest the game. “It’s not interesting conversation, doctor.” After two months in Arkham Dr Crane wouldn’t expect you to care about entertaining. Perhaps he is letting his full schedule prevent any real progress, because while you do play your patient role well, you play the part of unbothered repeat customer with more enthusiasm.

He sighs, and makes a gesture of resignment. “What do you want to talk about then?”

You lean forward quickly. “Teacher salaries.”

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig - Chapter Three When You're Good to the Doctor

Characters: dk!Jonathan Crane, (she/her)reader (platonic, non-romantic, professional)

Story summary: Dr Crane gets asked to evaluate an elementary teacher who claims self defense for the murder she has committed. But he finds himself striking a deal, as he tries to find out what really is the truth.

Warnings: Discussions of murder, violence, and mental health, mistreatment of patients, corruption, Arkham Asylum (cuz that place needs a warning), dark humor/absurdity, bad and/or uneathical medical practices, medical environment and procedures, unseriousness about criminality and murder (bc that is the essence of Chicago).

Chapter summary: Reader has their first session with Dr Crane, but it doesn't go how the good doctor imagined.

A/N: Of course I started publishing and then got stuck because despite having the chapter, I really didn't want to edit it. Oh well, here it is. The next one is also pretty much written, and then I have a few that needs writing. Enjoy!

Masterlist Ch 1 Ch 2

And now dear audience, the Watcher of the Wings, the Scriber of the ‘Scripts, the Archangel of Arkham Island, Doctor Jonathan Crane!

A beep outside alerts Dr Crane to that his patient is about to arrive. A guard dressed in grey escorts you into the session room and disappears with a nod from Dr Crane. 

“Dr Crane.” You sit on the chair opposite his, eyeing the whirring tapes and blinking light on the green machines along the wall. The movement is a bit slower, your eyes a bit less focused as they slide over to him, reacquainting yourself with the dark haired man in a tweed blazer in front of you. Dr Crane recognizes the look, occurring to all patients new to staying at the facility.

“It is good to see you again.” He muses, blue eyes meeting yours with a cold but inquisitive look. You blink at his words and that light comes back into your eyes. The low light really was not helping you come back to the world of the living. “How are you settling in?” The change in clothes doesn’t seem to have phased you, but your overall’s use is more noticeable even with one light in the ceiling broken.

“The food leaves some to be desired, but then again, so does airplane food.” You give a breathy laugh, easing the tone of the situation as you look around the room and back to him with a nonchalant shrug. “I can’t complain.” 

“I’ll speak to the chef, see what I can do.” There is almost a hint of sympathy and laughter tucked away in his voice, probably because Dr Crane himself has had the food and knows that improvements should have been made to that budget months ago. At least the food kept the patients with decent nutrition levels. “Shall we begin?” There’s a ripple in your shoulders and your eyes glide to the blinking light again.

“Does that’ve to be on?” Dr Crane looks at the machine and back. Well, no, it does not.

“I can take my notes on paper if it would make you more comfortable.” He had a feeling you wouldn’t like having your words made permanent, at least not in your own voice. Reaching to the table beside him he pulls a clipboard to him before getting up. Leaning closer to the recorder, he mumbles “To prevent discomfort in the patient, the patient interviews will henceforth be conducted with physical reports.” before turning the wheels to a stop with a click. His empty hand corrects the hair that has fallen out of place at the movement.

You push back your shoulders, clasping your hands behind the back of the chair, following Dr Crane’s unhurried steps back over the tile floor. He touches his frames as he sits back down. 

“I reviewed your initial statement with the Gotham City Police. Your account has remained the same since then.” He could hear the same tone in your voice in that recording as he did during Mr Birch’s cross examination. Especially when you used the word murder. Any tone changes had been outside of that particular area of questioning in the court. In the first statement, the tone carried through all.

“And what’s your conclusion, Doctor?” You lift your chin and smile at him. He senses something genuine in that enthusiasm.

“That you are telling the truth.” Dr Crane leans back in his chair and clicks his pen closed, surveying you. “You did kill him. Very viscously so, might I add.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” There is teasing lightness in your voice. Above your heads something rattles in the vents.

“Did you enjoy it?” In the passing silence Dr Crane thinks he can hear guard boots somewhere. It is hard to tell where sounds come from, they bounce from the lowest floors and up, back down.

You squint, fixing his eyes with yours. 

“No.” 

It’s a heavy word, with emphasis and theatrics, a widening of your eyes. You’re lying, but Dr Crane can’t tell on what level. He lets the silence stretch, testing if you’ll continue given enough time. Breathing stays visibly even and your eyes stay on his as the empty sound of the clock in his head echoes. Your body language is relaxed, despite the look of boredom and defiance on your face. He estimates maybe three minutes have passed, probably less, before he turns away.

“Do you remember we discussed some tests last we spoke?” Dr Crane leaves the clipboard on the chair, walking to the table by the wall, not looking your way. The soles of his dress shoes echoes against the tile.

“How could I forget?” He hears the sound of cloth dragging against plastic, your voice having gotten back some emotion. You might be smiling through the fake sigh lacing the question, out of both relief and amusement. The little box on the table buzzes when he switches it on, filling the room with a fuzzy feeling. A red needle jumps up before it settles back on the bottom of the window, and he takes a cuff off its holder.

“Hold out your arm, please.” You roll your overall sleeve up as the doctor approaches, clearly recognizing the strip of fabric, and offer him your right arm. He wraps it around your bicep with practiced ease and tightens it. Curious but calm eyes follow his fluid movements in the dim light as he fastens the strap before stepping back. His pen scratches against the board before he adjusts his glasses, flicking on another button. A hum and a whooshing sound start, tightening the cuff around your arm, and a display light up with numbers. Then the box goes quiet and the numbers tick before beeping their verdict. “Looks normal.” Dr Crane makes another note before coming over with another attachment, undoing the cuff. “Do you have any health issues not mentioned in your journal?”

You shake your head as he slides the cuff off and adds clips to your fingertips, pinching the skin. The needle jumps along the side of the displays again, settling into a steady pace which you watch with some interest. “Modern technology, aye?” Dr Crane looks at you and you nod to the machine, able to do two jobs which you’ve only seen done manually. He hums in agreement, writing down his reading with slightly pressed lips.

“Well, the city will be glad to hear you have not gotten any noticeable change in blood pressure or heart rate from the incident.” His dark hair has fallen forward a bit. Fastening the pen at the top he presses the power button. The machine goes silent, and he turns to you already taking of the clips with gentleness. You reach them out towards him, and he takes a step closer to accept them.

“He wasn’t a stranger.” The words surprise him as the clips move from your hands to his. You’re looking at him, not as if revealing a secret but as if giving a confession. It sits far in. You would rather not tell him this, but you do. He does not know why. Dr Crane reattaches the clips to their holder, his back turned to you, and then resettling on his chair considering your words in silence.

“You knew him?” He puts his clipboard back on his lap, but the pen stays hooked on to the board, his free hand resting against the back of the board. Your eyes do not stray from his. 

“He was…a friend.” Your tone makes it clear that there is more to it than that. Friend, and something. But the something is hard to make out. There is no special warmth in your tone, admitting but not regretting or carrying shame. You are giving him something, in the same way you gave him your implied guilt in the man’s death in the questioning room.

But you do not add to it. This is the small part of your soul that you are willing to part with today, no more. 

Dr Crane looks at his watch, taking a deep breath, dark hair falling over the top of his frames. “Let’s satisfy them that you have no unknown dependencies.” He gets up, continuing, to cover his tracks. “If it were discovered there’s a side effect to a common painkiller there’d be…unpleasant consequences.” His dry smile reach his eyes and he sees it reflected in yours. You both know that such news would be hidden before the misfortune reached its users, if any previous serious events were to go by. 

You are quiet while he studies your arm with trained eyes and cold hands, hunched down beside your chair. He looks boyish, hair falling into his eyes, and you wonder why he did not move his chair. When he has secured the strap around your arm, your eyes meet. Your eyes are casually observing his work, and he makes a split second frown and his eyes shoot the other way. You take the hint and look the other way before feeling the cold wipe preceding the needle. He’s efficient, you’ll give him that.

Before the door opens for you to be escorted back over the echoing iron grates, Dr Crane speaks up again.

“I can prescribe you something to help you sleep.” He looks up at you by the door from the tray of single use equipment that he is collecting for disposal. “Many need it, the first weeks.”

You give a dry smile. “I’m ok, doctor.”

The door beeps and your timely escort gestures for you to step out, leaving Dr Crane behind to consider his vials.

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig - Chapter 2 The Cells of Arkham

Characters: dk!Jonathan Crane, reader (platonic, non-romantic, professional)

Summary: Dr Crane gets asked to evaluate an elementary teacher who claims self defense for the murder she has committed. But he finds himself striking a deal, as he tries to find out what really is the truth.

Chapter warnings: Discussions of murder and mental health, mistreatment of patients, corruption, violence, Arkham Asylum (cuz that place needs a warning), mention of abuse and starvation, implied cannibalism, dark humor/absurdity, medical environment, unseriousness about criminality and murder (bc that is the essence of Chicago)

Chapter summary: You spend the first night in Arkham and "meet" some of its residents.

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And now, the Six Miserable Minds of the Arkham Psychiatric Institution, in their rendition of The Barred Up Salsa.

Plink.

The noise reoccurs every few minutes. Somewhere must be a broken pipe. The air is frigid, raising the hair on your arms, the cement walls not made to keep heat in. The damp doesn’t help either. The wall is green in one corner, the bars rough to the touch. Rolling onto your side you count them again. 

Plink.

Then the hushed whispers come, through the walls, through the pipes, through the vents.

Stairs.

Feed. 

Keys.

Charlie.

Mexico.

Fishes. 

There were these people who could not get a job done right no matter how much you showed them. Like this assistant. No matter how many times they heard it, it never seemed to stick. So maybe a note would help. It didn’t. So next time they came around they ended up with some broken bones…falling down the stairs. 

Starving, always starving. The door stayed locked. Crying didn’t help. No food until the child was less difficult. Days, week. When the door opened, what was to do but feed?

Jeremy and Tina always came home for dinner on Sundays, despite their busy lives. It started slow, nothing even seemed amiss. Then they would bring up the business, the family fortune. Their due cut. Keys would go missing, the calendar would be missing days, they’d show up claiming they had been called for. And then they came with personnel. They declared her unwell and took over the house.

The news came early Wednesday morning. They had seen each other just the evening before, talking about plans for the future, what they would become, where they’d go. But a car with failing breaks put a stop to that. It was like the world ended right then and there. The condolences didn’t help, and soon, they faded, replaced with encouragements to move on. On the third-year anniversary friends played Charlie’s favorite song in a mall cafeteria. When security came they lied about what happened. 

It was quite easy to learn to live with what one didn’t want. It had started with the house, the pool, the exclusive inner city club. But then he went too far and wanted to invite Jenny. She was too sweet for a man like him. It had to be stopped, if only for her sake. Only, it wasn’t until she was already in Mexico that anyone realized he was dead. 

The money laundering had gone wonderfully under her directive, and nothing could seem to stop it. It could have worked out for much longer until she decided she wanted more creative freedom. That included letting another into their plans. One could say that the company decide to go a different route with their promotions this year. She saw herself at the head of the table, and he saw her sinking in the harbour.

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig

Masterlist

Dark Knight!Jonathan Crane and (she/her)Reader

Summary: Dr Crane gets asked to evaluate an elementary teacher who claims self defense for the murder she has committed. But he finds himself striking a deal, as he tries to find out what really is the truth.

Warnings: Discussions of murder and mental health, mistreatment of patients, corruption, sexism, murder, violence, blood, Arkham Asylum (cuz that place needs a warning), allusions abuse and starvation, mentions of sexual assault, dark humor/absurdity, bad and/or uneathical medical practices, medical environment, unseriousness about criminality and murder (bc that is the essence of Chicago)

Chapter 1 - All You Fear About

Chapter 2 - The Cells of Arkham

Chapter 3 - When You're Good to the Doctor

Chapter 4 - Teacher Cellophane

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig

A Chicago The Musical inspired tale of a doctor and his patient, in an evasion of justice and a discovery of truth.

DK!Jonathan Crane and (She/Her)Reader (platonic/non-romantic/professional)

Masterlist post and Chapter One coming up tomorrow!

[madame-fear]

Omg… You know how everyone in the Batman trilogy was (understandably) terrified of DK!Jonathan Crane? How do you think Soft Yandere!Jonathan would react to Y/n, a hostage (who was in the wrong place at the wrong time, not involved in anything bad🤷‍♀️), is scared BUT accidentally says out loud, “Wow that’s hot” out loud in reaction to Jonathan/Scarecrow?😂🤭 And when he hears this and his attention is now in her, she’s like, “Oh dear lord did I say that out loud???”🤦‍♀️🥲 This would definitely awaken Yandere Jonathan lol😳

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YES!!!!!!! ❤ I think he'd be shocked, but deep down inside he'd actually love it 🤭💕

sorry if this is a bit shorter than usual dear!! hope you enjoy your reading! 🥰 (p.s: also, i'm finishing pt 2 of Lovestruck! ;w;)

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Gotham City was a terribly dangerous place to walk alone at night, especially for young ladies like you. Unluckily, you had the misfortune of being captured by someone while you were walking back to your home after finishing your work shift.

Slowly blinking a few times, you gently opened your eyes. Your head felt dizzy, as it was spinning around, and the pain you felt was stinging and awfully aching, causing you to quietly groan. Confused, you began looking at your surroundings, absolutely clueless about where you were. It seemed to be an old, dark, abandoned building. Nervousness suddenly began increasing when you realised you were kidnapped, and that your life was currently in danger.

You tried to speak, but it was in vain; your mouth was tightly covered by a piece of cloth. Perhaps, you had no other choice, but accept your faith. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, immediatly sighing once you heard gentle footsteps coming from behind of you. In a harsh move, the cloth was removed from your mouth, causing you to gasp and quickly open your eyes, immediatly guiding themselves to look up at your kidnapper; only to find a tall man in a suit, and with a brown burlap bag in his head.

Despite the bag in his head, you could still see his beautiful blue eyes through it. "If you make a sound, I'll have no choice but put the cloth back in your mouth." He said sternly, you could only nod. You couldn't possibly be attracted to your kidnapper – no, but there was something about him that quite intrigued you. "You're such a cute pretty face, you're perfect for my experiments. You'll look even more prettier with your eyes full of terror and fear." He traced your jawline with his cold fingertips, causing you to get shivers down your spine and gulp. You felt your heart drop with fear, causing your lips to quiver and body to tremble. Before saying anything else, he looked deep into your eyes, admiring your beauty. He was proud of himself for such fine selection of a young lady for his experiments with fear.

He released his fingers from your jawline, and suddenly took off the burlap bag from his head. You were certainly stunned with his looks: dark, messy short hair, clear blue eyes, and a sharp jawline. You shouldn't feel attracted to your kidnapper, and hell, you didn't even know what he was about to do with you, but no one couldn't deny the fact that he was incredibly attractive and enigmatic. You carefully observed all his actions as he suddenly taked a syringe with a clear liquid out of his pocket, removing it's lid.

The way he observed the liquid inside the syringe so focused on it made him look even hotter, especially with the fact that his dark hair was messy because he harshly removed the bag from his head. The thoughts of all the endless possibilities of what he could do with that syringe suddenly evaporated, your mind focusing on his stunning features. "Wow, that's hot." You mindlessly and breathlessly muttered. He quickly stopped what he was doing, and suddenly turned all his attention to you. Did you just call him...hot?

The whole world stopped around him. He wasn't supposed to be attractive to anyone! Were you being serious, or just trying to distract him? Turning his head around to look at you, his eyebrows were raised out of confusion. "Shit, did I say that out loud?" Gulping in nervousness, you realised your mistake at the sight of him with his eyes widen, and his cheeks with a faint rosyness on them. A soft smile began forming on his lips, and tilted his head to his side. "You did." You swore you had bitten your lip so harshly, that you could taste a bit of your own blood slightly dripping. "I guess I never thought of myself as 'hot', so thank you for the compliment, my dear." Another reason for him to be proud of himself is for being so good at keeping his shit on the outside, even when in the inside he was losing his shit.

A pretty girl like you referring to him as 'hot'? That's new to him, but he's thrilled at the thought of getting used to it. His heart fluttered with many new feelings he never felt before, the idea of using you for his fear experiments didn't feel right; he felt...merciful and uncapable of harming you, now. You were afraid that he might have not enjoyed that as much as he should, but oh how wrong you were. After a few long seconds of staring at the nothingness itself and not saying anything, he looked you again, with a smile on his face. "I shouldn't do this to you." What? This was very unlike him, you certainly had an effect on his way of thinking.

All the new feelings collapsed in both his heart and his mind. A growing need of having you by his side and getting to know just who you were began increasing as seconds passed. You were too precious to be gone anywhere else. "I'm going to release you, but you won't be going anywhere, you're staying in here with me. Promise me, not to make a scandal after I release you." You were confused at the whole situation, but you still nodded in agreement. Wasn't he going to kill or experiment something on you just a few minutes ago? Oh well, you weren't complaining. You didn't mind at all if you had to stay with him for a while.

He untied the cloth that was now around your neck, throwing it randomly to his side. He walked behind of you, and began to untie the ropes that so badly tightened both your hands and legs; the burning sensation you felt around your limbs right where the ropes were tightened, made you sure that they were going to leave some bruises or marks. You immediatly lifted yourself from the chair where you were previously sitting, your whole body stiff from the uncomfortable position you were in. "T-Thank you for sparing me." You managed to shyly and quietly mutter, as you turned around only to meet his soul-piercing blue eyes.

Slowly walking towards you, he left no gap in between your bodies. He raised his hand, only to caress your cheek with the back of his index finger, provoking a smirk on his beautiful face. How he loved the thought of you praising him and being so thankful for him sparing your life.

"No need to thank me, my dear. All you need to do, is promise me you won't leave me, and that you'll behave." Admiring your precious, delicate face, a spark of need for your whole attention and love increased inside of him. With you, he realised how long he's been craving for the type of affection you just gave him, even with a simple small compliment. He was going to make sure you had only eyes for him, and that you'll never, ever leave his side.

[madame-fear]

HIII

HELLO, I love your blog, your stories make me smile. um um feel free to ignore but i wanted to ask gotham! jonathan and DK! Jonathan, cheering on his partner on his birthday POSTSCRIPT: Yesterday was my birthday XD, another thing, English is not my native language, SO I'M SORRY FOR THE SPELLING MISTAKES

— a/n : hello love !! Happy late Birthday darling!! 🥳❤ AHJDJDK no worries for English cause it's not my native tongue as well! hope u enjoy this ♡

♡ Gotham! Jonathan : ♡

• Our boy will literally immerse you with love. His arms would be tightly wrapped around your waist, and would kiss you happily all over your face.

• The second you wake up on your birthday, he will already be leaving you breathless as he tightly hugs you, and showers you in love; plus, gives you tons of jolly birthday wishes.

• Will literally bring breakfast to bed and will also show up with a bouquet of roses he had brought for you the day before and kept hidden so you wouldn't spoil one of his surprises!

• Probably will let the J Squad and/or the Legion know about your birthday so they can celebrate it with you, if you wish. Or simply, give you gifts... or even help him with gifting ideas. Honestly it's probably that he would call the J Squad + the Legion only so they can give him ideas for your birthday. 🥲

• Will literally take you ANYWHERE you wish. Out for a walk in the park, out for a coffee birthday date, to the shopping mall, etc. And also, will spoil you to no end by buying you whatever thing he sees fit for you, and thinks you'll like! No 'buts' allowed.

“babe, what do you think about this? Do you like it?” “yeah, it seems pretty ni–” “SAY NO MORE. I'll buy it for you!”

• After you come home from nearly being all day out exploring the city for your birthday, he will run a warm, bubbly bath while he sets everything up for a perfect birthday night.

• Jonathan will even prepare your favourite food for you! Which is unusual, since he prefers having you cooking – but oh well, it's your special day.

• ^ Also, he'd prepare your favourite dessert, and will prepare some comfy clothing on top of your bed so you can change into that. Plus, he will prepare some good movie nights for both of you!

• After dinner and shortly before dessert, he will take out every hidden gift he had for you! Each one has a special little note for you, and he will be clinging by your side with a glint of excitement to see how you'll react to it.

• Pretty much will have you spoiled all day long, and will treat you like an absolute ✨ Queen ✨

♡ DK! Jonathan : ♡

• Unlike Gotham! Crane, he's not as expressive or clingy with his love. But, of course, that doesn't mean he doesn't have his ways of showing his beloved that he loves you!

• Even if he's a busy man, he will have someone replace him on his work only to spend more time with you. Literally.

• The first thing you'll see, is a little note with a bunch of hearts surrounding it, greeting you a good morning and a joyful birthday, and that he's on the kitchen preparing breakfast for both of you.

• When you go downstairs to the kitchen, you'll find the whole house set up for your birthday; with balloons of your favourite colours, a bouquet of flowers, general birthday decorations, and all the gifts on top of the living table.

“happy birthday, my love. i hope all your wishes come true, and that you have a joyful birthday, sweet darling.”

• DK! Crane will make you open all the gifts he proudly chose for you all for himself, based on all the knowledge he has on your likings. And, even if he won't show it... he lives for your happiness and the way you praise him when he does/gives you something you absolutely ADORE.

• It may be books, dresses, jewellery... whatever you most desire, he got it! And you're satisfied! (and so he is at your overjoyed reaction).

• Our man will also make you use your best clothing, as he reserved a special spot on your favourite place as to take you out for your birthday, and spend the evening there, together.

• And after you go back home, he will proudly keep spoiling by making a hot chocolate for you, plus he would bring you a small birthday cake of your favourite flavour while he sings "Happy Birthday".

• CUDDLING NIGHT WITH HIM WHILE YOU SHARE CAKE AND HOT CHOCOLATES!!!

• Our Jonathan will make sure he gives you the most special day ever, pampered, and happy. ♡

[levimanco]

Some yandere Jonathan crane hcs because I am unsupervised and I cannot be stopped

DK! Jonathan hcs

Content warnings: needles threats a little bit of violence if you squint some nsfw stuff (sex, etc.)

Jonathan treats darling a bit like a pet example. “Little dove if you pull that stunt again I’m gonna lock you in that cage again.” And “you behaved well today, good little dove~”

He loves to praise his sweet little dove petting their hair and stroking their soft face caressing it. And RARELY giving them kisses on their face. (Forehead, cheeks, if he’s in a lovey mood he’ll kiss their soft sweet lips)

He calls his darling his sweet little dove because compared to him darling is as pure, beautiful and as innocent as a dove.

He’s very possessive so anybody who so much as lays a finger on his little dove will pull a magical disappearing act.

He’s a psychiatrist at Arkham so he plays mind games with little dove to trick her into needing him.

Jonathan can be very harsh when punishing darling. Anything from keeping little dove in chains to strapping them to a medical chair and fear poisoning them with fear listening to them scream until their voice is hoarse.

Keeping his sadistic personality, he’s not past roughly fucking them into submission or until they cry out in pain and overstimulation to the point of them screaming until hoarse or they can’t get physically cry any more tears.

He’s very good at keeping his little dove clean and healthy. He is a doctor after all.

That’s all for now I will post more later

[madame-fear]

Hello dear I am here! I have been wondering, how would you write Cillian Murphy's Jonathan Crane? Maybe a little drop of dating headcanons for this specific man? ❤

Hellooooo my dearest Vinca!! ♥️ Yes of course! I never especifically wrote for Cillian Murphy's Jonathan Crane, so here it goes! Hope you enjoy it! 🤭🤭

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DK!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader | Dating Headcanons

When he first realised he actually had feelings for you, it took him a while to admit it to himself.

He isn't the type of man to think about dating or having a relationship with someone. He's usually always focused on developing his fear toxin, but recently, you began occupying his mind and distracting him from his work.

He tried taking you off his head by distracting himself by working on the fear toxin, but you're just too much.

It's actually quite hard to catch his attention, so congratulations! You're lucky.

You're so exceptional in so many ways. He thinks you're incredibly smart, and have an extraordinary personality for him.

Eventually, he came to terms with himself and decided it would be best to properly talk to you and perhaps, ask you out.

His type of dates are library dates. So if you do accept having a date with him, the first place he'll take you to is the library.

You two talk about everything in there. He's a smart man, so he has knowledge in many things and doesn't mind showing off his wisdom to you.

He's rather fascinated if you do know about the subject he's talking about, especially if you have more knowledge in it than him. He's definitely interested in spending more time near you, since you two are so alike.

After spending some time together and getting to know each other, you decide to date.

He definitely talked to you before about his fear toxin, and since then you've gave him great ideas regarding fear for him to study, and also about how to make someone fear any particular object you want using optogenetics + other things related to that.

Talking about fear and psychology with him? You've got him. He's all yours now, and he's the most loyal man ever 👌

So, he probably asks you to help him develop his fear toxin. He thinks that you might be a good partner in crime for him.

Honestly he can't wait to terrorise Gotham and have you by his side ☠

This man is such a gentleman with you, and he's also developed a soft side but only for you. I feel like he's not very expressive neither physically nor verbally, but he always makes sure you know he loves you to the maximum.

He'll probably express his love for you by grabbing your hand, kissing your head, or by calling you sweet little nicknames such as "my dear" or "my love".

It doesn't matter the situation or the place, he's always gently holding your hand. The feeling of your precious smooth skin against his makes the fearsome Dr Crane get flustered 💕

100% does ANYTHING for you 😩👌He would go as far as fear gassing anyone who dares disrespect you, or makes you feel bad about something.

He doesn't care who he has to fear-gas, if that person hurt you, they'll have to deal with severe consequences.

Most of the time, he likes staying at home reading with you or going to the library. He also likes taking long, relaxing walks with you. He especially enjoys those moments together.

Unlike Gotham!Jonathan, the first times you've tried cuddling or hugging him, he'd probably shy away and act emotionless. Don't worry, he's just not used to it. Eventually, he'll feel more comfortable with it and would hug you more.

Once he gets comfy with all the physical attention and love he receives, he becomes the one who starts the cuddling, and likes to randomly hug you from behind or even give you a little peck on your lips 🥰

Thanks to you, this man finally understood what "true love" really is about. Maybe he's not very expressive or doesn't know how to properly tell you how he feels about you, yes, but that doesn't mean he isn't head over heels for you and is so proud of his angel 💕

Plotting against Batman all the time ☠ You're not only his lover, but also his partner in crime. You're the one who gives him good ideas to set The BatBoy up, and he just puts your ideas into action.

He thinks very highly of you, and you're his right hand too. So, he definitely loves showing you off and presenting you as his most beloved treasure ♥️

He teaches you how to use his fear toxin in case you might need it. You already know how to defend yourself, but he can't help but worry about you and be extremely over protective when it comes to you.

Basically, you are the BEST. DUO. EVER. You are the official terrorisers of Gotham, and he honestly couldn't be any more proud of that title than he already is. By day, you are a happy nerdy couple who has lots of knowledge in science, and by night, you plot taking over Gotham with his fear toxin.