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madame-fear · 2 years
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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.
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levimanco · 1 year
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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
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scarletembers04 · 1 year
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He’s so daddy he looks like a Lana Del Rey song.
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riddle-me-ri · 1 year
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Okay so we’ve had Mad Hatter and Riddler reacting to the dress….
What about Scarecrow?
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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…
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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)
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phobia-sweets · 1 year
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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
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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.
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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.
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madame-fear · 1 year
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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 ♡
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♡ Gotham! Jonathan : ♡
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• 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 : ♡
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• 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. ♡
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madame-fear · 2 years
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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.
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madame-fear · 1 year
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we’ve seen a lot of Jonathan comforting his S/O, but what about S/O having to comfort DK! Jonathan? (maybe he even cries🥺)
• Honestly, Jonathan isn't a man that often shows emotions. He prefers to keep his cold, serious facade, even with you. Though, with you, he's softer than he is with the rest of people.
• But when feelings – of stress – overwhelms him; emotions will take the best of him, and will slip away from his control, to the point where might even cry, though he doesn't want you seeing him this way.
• Even if you don't often see him crying, you definitely know when he is overwhelmed. And the first thing you'll do, is talk about it with him, as you offer him a good hot comfort tea and some blankets, as you stay by his side.
• Will absolutely appreciate the fact that he can rant and ramble as much as he wants with you, and that you're there by his side. He doesn't often show his emotions, but he definitely feels comfortable having you around.
• When tears accidentally slip from his eyes, he'll feel amused by the amount of care and love you show him by wrapping him tightly in a warm embrace, and wiping away his tears so ever tenderly. He can't help, but feel lucky and grateful to have someone as amazing as you.
• Of course, he'll immediatly hug you back, and would quietly cry on your chest, allowing himself to express his contained emotions around you... wishing to never let go of your grip.
• By the time he finally calms down, he'll quietly mumble that he's sorry for putting on such a show, but you reassure him that expressing and showing emotions is something totally normal, and nothing to be ashamed of. And that answer? will make him have more heart eyes for you.
• Expect him to definitely be more clingy to you right after that. Holding your hands tightly, or not wanting to leave the warmth of your arms and sweet, sweet adoring love. Jonathan will definitely want you to spoil and pamper him with tons of forehead + cheek kisses, and tons of cuddles.
• Maybe, he's still going to be a bit hard when showing his emotions around you, but he knows he doesn't have to be ashamed of himself next time he does it... since you're there to comfort him.
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madame-fear · 2 years
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Where the reader finds out that Jonathan Crane is scarecrow and is horrified and Crane does his best to try and assure them that they are still the same person and this changes nothing
Hi hi! Loved writing this. I originally intended to write headcanons for this, but I finally thought it'd be more appropiate and fit to the request to write a full fic about this one. So, hope you enjoy, lovely anon!! <333
I must shamelessly admit that this was sleepily written at 3:30 am, so if there's any spelling/grammar error, or if this is not as detailed as my other fics; apologies!! Hope you like it anywaysss <33 ^^
(B/N) = Boss Name
QUICK NOTE: I assumed you wanted this for DK! Jonathan and not the Gotham! version. But I didn't specify anything other than him having a small lab and kept it as neutral as possible so you could imagine from whichever version of him you liked the most.
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Noticing how hard you've been working non-stop to the point where you had dark bags under your eyes, your boss dismissed you earlier from work, and allowed you to have 3 free days, leaving someone to replace you while you were at home.
Exhaustingly making your way towards your home, you practically dragged your whole body, hoping to arrive soon and simply lay in the couch next to your boyfriend, Jonathan, and do nothing. Home was only 7 minutes away from work, so lucky you, it didn't take too long until you arrived to your gothic-themed house. Once you finally arrived, you quietly huffed while searching for the keys inside your bag, and swiftly opened the door, making a creaking sound. All lights were on, but it seemed almost empty; the presence of your boyfriend nowhere to be seen, leaving you to assume he must've been working on his little homemade lab.
"Jon, I'm home! I came earlier because (B/N) dismissed me since I've been working a lot and gave me three days." You called out for him hoping to catch his attention, but no answer to your comment. Confused, you looked everywhere, waiting for him to randomly appear and surprise you, like he usually did when you came back from work, but still nothingness itself was presented to you. "And where the hell are you now?" You quietly mumbled to yourself. With no other option left, you made your way towards the small lab he made to himself in one of the spare rooms. The closer you kept getting to it, the louder his voice was heard coming from it. You furrowed your eyebrows when noticing he was talking to himself, walking around the lab, and often hearing him grabbing some things that seemed to be on top of the lab table.
Unknowing what he was doing made your heart beat fast with anxiety, slightly getting nervous of not knowing what you were going to find. You took a deep breath, and gently knocked twice on the door, but left no space for him to answer as you immediatly opened the door.
"Jon–" Loudly gasping at the sight and dropping your bag to the floor, your eyes widened in shock by seeing a man tied on a chair, his mouth duct-taped, and he seemed to be unconscious as well. Nervously, your eyes turned to stare at your boyfriend, but to worsen the situation, he was wearing the Scarecrow mask. "(Y/N)! I'm sorry you had to see this, my dear." Desperation got the best out of him at noticing how anxious and afraid you were. He quickly took off his Scarecrow mask, leaving his hair to be all messy and wild due to the fast pace in which he took it off, and carefully walking towards you as to not make you any more afraid than you already were. Which each step he tried getting near you, you slowly walked backwards until your back reached the cold, closed door. Seeing how your lips were quivering, your eyes filled with fear, and your whole body trembling with terror shattered his heart. "Wha– How, are you–" It was as if a cat got your tongue, you kept slipping on your own words and mumbling incoherent things, nervousness filled in your mind.
"S-So you're...the Scarecrow." His tall figure towered over you, shadowing your own. Loudly gulping, you couldn't even look at him in the eyes. "Love, please, don't be afraid..." He began speaking. He used his fingers to gently lift your chin so you could be forced to look at him deep into his blue eyes, your body getting tense under his touch. "Please, don't hurt me." A knot in your throat formed with every word, his eyes widening in shock about those you being the one telling him that. "No, no, I won't hurt you! I could never hurt you." Your back harshly pressed against the door, you stared at him paralysed with horror. He never felt this way before – nervous; even scared. "I apologise for not having told you earlier about my double identity as Scarecrow. I just–" He briefly licked his lower lip as he made a short pause. "Ironically, I was too afraid of scaring you off and I didn't want you to hate, or even worse, despise me. I always kept it hidden because I didn't want to lose you." Your eyes started getting watery, due to the all the overwhelming feelings making you feel too collapsed: you were afraid, angry, sad, confused...too many emotions for a single person, in a single moment.
"I'm still the same person as always. The same person who cares, worries about you. The same person who will always protect you no matter whatever happens, the same person who cherises you in every possible way. I'm the same person who loves you very dearly, and I'd kill and get killed only for you." Tears unwantedly escaped through your eyes, running through your soft cheeks. He stopped using his fingers to lift your chin since all of your attention was now focused on him, and he lovingly wiped away your tears. "The fact that I'm Scarecrow, and that you know about it, changes nothing about how I feel about you and our relationship. I promise. I just – don't want you to be afraid of me, or think that I'll ever hurt you, because I could never do that."
You stopped staring at his eyes for a very brief moment, only to stare at nothingness itself while you quietly cried to yourself. Without being able to think clearly, you threw yourself at him, embracing him into a tight hug as you harshly pressed your face against his chest. "Thank you." You weakly mumbled in his face, tears now violently coming out from you as you sobbed. "What for, dear?" He didn't take long until he returned the tight hug as he caressed your hair and rubbed your back in a soothing way. "For your sweet words, and for truly caring about me. I was worried and absolutely terrified that you'd possibly want to–" Mimicking his previous actions, you quickly licked your lower lip and thought about what proper words to use. "Kill me for knowing about who you are." Your comment made him hug you even tighter. "No! I could never do that for anything in the world! No matter what happens, I'll always have my soft spot for you, my love. I will always be your protector." He placed a kiss on your forehead, trying to comfort you.
A few minutes passed, and you had just stopped tearing up a bit. After the moment having so wildly happening, you slowly unwrapped your arms around him, and a tiny blush appeared on your face at the sight of his clothing being a bit wet from your crying. He, being the very observant person he is, noticed it immediatly. "Don't worry about it. It really doesn't matter, and it'll dry up in no time, my sweet." The way he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb made you giggle, and the blush to continously grow on your face. "You seem exhausted. You should go to sleep, you've been working a lot." He removed a strand of hair covering your face, tucking it right behind your ear as you weakly smirked at him. "I should." Not only being exhausted from work, but also, the adrenaline and all the rush from discovering his villain identity and the panic of believing he'd hurt you was beginning to take it's toll on your body. He gave you a side smile that quickly faded.
"I hope you can forgive me for this unwanted situation, my love. I wish I had–" you shushed him by placing your finger on his soft lips, and your finger was soon replaced by your lips carefully and lovingly crashing into his, melting into the sweet taste of each others lips. "No one needs to forgive or apologise anything. I understand you, and I support you no matter what." You mumbled in between the kiss, the air coming out of your lips tingled on his lips. "I will always love you, Scarecrow." The shock of the moment faded away with every inch you were near his lips as you placed a hand on his cheek. "My Scarecrow..." you mumbled, now smiling to yourself as you once again began kissing his lips, savouring the bittersweet taste of it. Even, tasting your own dried tears who previously rolled around your face.
The kiss lasted what felt an eternity, even if it was almost a minute. Softly breaking the kiss, you smiled at him, looking into his icy eyes, and admiringly caressed his cheek. Unwantedly, you sleepily yawned. "I'm going to bed, love. Just–" You shifted a bit your head to look at the still unconscious man tied up on the chair, causing you to scoff. "Try to not get hurt by him or...any victim, I guess." It was truly an unbelievable yet funny situation. Out of all the things that could happen in your life, you had the possibly called luck of dating The Scarecrow and randomly finding a beated-up man in the chair that was previously standing in your bedroom.
"I'll get less harmed than him for sure, love." He turned around to look at him as well, scoffing. His usual sarcasm never failed to provoke laughter on you, no matter the situation. "Now, rest, angel. You deserve it. I'll go to bed in a few minutes, yes?" Loking back at you with a gentle smile, he placed a hand on your shoulder – lovingly rubbing it – and kissed the top of your head. You weakly and sleepily nodded at his comment, melting under his touch and love.
"Alright. I love you, baby."
You kissed his cheek, and left his little lab, closing the door as you left. Puffing out your cheeks, you dragged your body to the shared bedroom. It had been pretty intense – and with this new information about your beloved one, you knew it was always going to be this level of intense with him. The thought of true love was a funny thing; truly loving someone meant loving him or her in any way possible, no matter whatever thing your partner did....and that included, finding out he was a feared villain in the corrupt city of Gotham.
You loved him that way. And you couldn't have preferred him any other way – you adored him just the way he is, and you knew you'd be sticking by his side for a long time.
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madame-fear · 2 years
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Helloooo!🥰 (I apologize for the ranting!!) Can I please request a oneshot Dark Knight Trilogy Soft Yandere!Jonathan Crane x fem!reader where she is Rachel Dawes’ younger sister (maybe in her early 20s), and she catches Jonathan’s eyes after he convinced her to come up to Arkham (she thought it was a text from her older sister asking for her to pick her up). Jonathan was going to use Y/n against Rachel, to get her to stop digging, and he was going to use the fear toxin on Y/n, BUT after meeting her he thinks she’s the most adorable human being in the world and he absolutely loves her *Insert Finding Nemo Gif*. Like she’s just completely unaware of the danger and is just talking his ear off about the most random things while sitting in his office… Ooof and then Rachel walks in and is like, “Get away from my sister!!” And eventually when he brings Y/n home with him, she’s super attached to him which makes his lil’ Yandere heart explode 😳
Omg love this plot!! I'm sorry this one took longer than usual 🥴 I absolutely love the idea of DK! Jonathan being a soft yandere tbh, I definitely picture him 😩💗
Here it goes dear!! Enjoy your reading!~❤
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Making your way to the well-known Arkham Asylum, you were going to pick your older sister up, Rachel Dawes. Or at least, you thought you were going to pick her up. Once you arrived, you parked your car in front of the large building, and stared at it with pure awe. You felt a sudden cold breeze hit against your body, causing you to send shivers down your spine and some goosebumps.
You hurried to reach the Asylum's door so you could take your sister with you and leave before it got any colder, and finally entered the building. As you walked down the chilly halls, your eyes wandered around, and the only sound that could be heard was that of inmates and patients screaming. You have heard many things about Arkham, but you had never truly been in it.
A sudden calm, smooth voice interrupted your thoughts and full amusement. "Hello, Mrs." You quickly turned your head around, looking from where the voice had come from. His eyes kind of widened the second you turned around, your beauty had mesmerised him and there was a brief moment of silence, but he tried to keep calm. "You seem lost. May I help you?" It was like a hunter-prey encounter, but you were oblivious. His piercing icy blue eyes penetrated deep into your soul. "Oh, I uhm–" You stuttered for a bit, there was something about him that made you feel...shy. You slightly shook your head, trying to focus back again on the conversation he had initiated.
"I'm looking for my older sister, Rachel. Rachel Dawes." He looked unimpressed. "I thought she was here, so I came to pick her up." You tilted your head slightly to the side, as you looked deep into his eyes. "You're Mrs Dawes sister?" He did know you were her younger sister, he was the one who actually bought you here. His plan was use you against Rachel, and fear gas you, but seeing how "sweet" and "adorable" your personality was, he was beginning to think of taking it back.
"Ehrm, yes, I am. I'm her younger sister." His whole intimidating vibe caused you to stutter, there was something about him that made you nervous. "She's been frequenting Arkham because she's been investigating something related to here. Not sure exactly what she's doing because she didn't tell me much about it, but I do know she's been around here." You shyly looked down, and briefly stopped talking for a moment. Before he could even say something, you spoke again. "I think she's told me a few things about you. Dr Jonathan Crane?" You looked back at him, flashing him a broad smile.
He was actually surprised that you knew about him, but he couldn't do anything else but smile back at you. "Yes. Nice to meet you." You extended your hand, so he could shake it. "I'm (Y/N) Dawes." He looked down at your hand, and gently shook it. Your hands were so delicate and soft, he felt his cheeks get slightly flustered.
Your moment was suddenly interrupted by an inmate yelling and shouting, threatening to murder someone. The unexpected situation made you quickly turn your head around, looking at where the screaming came from, while he just looked unimpressed. "I guess you're already used to these things happening often." You quietly muttered to him, as you released your grip from his hand. "I've been working here for a long time, so yes, I'm used to it, my dear." You chuckled at his comment. From what your sister had told you about Dr Crane, you thought he would be ruthless, and emotionless, but he seemed to be far away from it...at least, for you.
"Would you like to visit my office?" He gently asked you, with a smile. You were actually thrilled to hear his offer! You never thought you'd go this far with him that quickly. "Yeah, sure, I'd love to!" Your childish excitement was too visible, and he found that to be adorable. He then signaled you to follow him, and you did as told, and followed him around as if you were a lost puppy. As you walked through Arkham, you looked everything that surrounded you.
It had some dreadful and eerie vibes, yes, but it was fascinating for you. It was even more bizarre than you had heard about, and imagined. The horrifying screams of the homicidal patients echoed through the entire building. You snapped out of your thoughts as you realised you had automatically stopped walking, since you had already arrived to Dr Crane's office. He opened the door, letting you in first. Once you fully entered the office, you kept staring everywhere, as he closed the door behind you. "Ooh, I like it." You softly said, turning around to look at him, still visibly excited. You carefully the chair that was standing in front of his desk, and sat. "You know, this whole building has some creepy vibes, but I like it. My sister told me lots of things about this place, but I had never really visited it." There was something about you that was so eye-catching for him, but he was clueless about what was so enchanting about you.
His plan of bringing you to Arkham and taking you to his office had worked, but what was the point, anyways? He had regretted the idea of fear gassing you only to stop your sister from investigating him, because he found you to be lovely, and adorable as well. You were so, so clueless about the potential danger that surrounded you. You were so talkative, and you didn't care about speaking out all your thoughts.
Only a few minutes passes, and you were the one who was mostly talking. Expressing how bizzarely delighted you were to meet him, and that you found him interesting. He had also talked to you about his early years of his career, and the things he was working on. It had been only half an hour that you were there, talking to him, but it felt eternal – in a good way, of course.
Time passed, and suddenly, the faint sound of a small commotion could be heard outside his office, causing you to turn around. You assumed it that the normal chaos of, maybe, a patient trying to escape or not wanting to take it's meds, so you didn't pay much attention to that. What did catch your attention, was the sound of quick footsteps walking towards Dr Crane's office.
The door was violently open, causing your conversation with Jonathan to forcefully stop, and turn around to look who was the person who just opened the door. It was your sister. "Rach–?" Before you could manage to say something entirely, she tightly grabbed your arm, and pulled you closer to her. "Get away from my sister!" She shouted at Jonathan, you were so confused about the whole situation, but there wasn't much you could do or say, since she immediatly took you out of Arkham after shouting at Jonathan.
Since you were already out of Arkham, without having properly said 'goodbye' to Dr Crane, you were heading back towards your home. On your way, your sister scolded you about being unaware of the danger, and that Jonathan Crane was a potentially dangerous person.
You did pay attention to her, but you were confused about the things she said. Was it true that he was dangerous? You weren't so sure about it after having meeting him. He seemed rather...sweet, towards you, and absolutely understanding. Even if you listened to her scolding, your mind was fully occupied on something else: Jonathan Crane. Racing thoughts about getting away from your sisters claws and giving him a surprise visit passed through your head. It wasn't a bad idea, at all.
------ Eventually, time passes ------
You knew your sister was going to be fully occupied today, which was absolutely perfect for you to escape your home without her knowing, and of course, visit Arkham once again after quite a long time. Goosebumps filled your body at the thought of it, but it made you feel excited! You had enjoyed the small chat you had with Dr Crane, and was looking to get to know him better. He had an enchanting, yet enigmatic vibe.
You made your way back to Arkham Asylum, you were actually kind of nervous about it, but you were eager to see him once again. You slowly walked towards the large doors, and entered the building, scanning the whole place with your eyes, looking for Jonathan. You thought he was surely going to be in his office, so already knowing where it was, you increased your pace, making your way towards his office. You took a long breath, and nervously exhaled.
(Un)surprisingly, you nearly bumped into him in the halls. You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and looked up at his beautiful face, with a broad smile formed on your lips. "Oh, hi! I was looking for you, Dr Crane!" You said, as some small giggles escaped through your lips. You were clearly clueless about his initial plans involving you, but you were so incredibly sweet and adorable.
The fact that even after your sister dragged you out of Arkham and told him to stay away from you, but you came back again looking for him, made his heart beat fast and melt in emotions he didn't think he was capable of feeling. "You were?" It wasn't hard to notice, he was clearly confused about the situation, yet delighted, because you came back for him. Something that no one had done before. "Yes! I was." A small smile began forming on his lips. God, how could you be so cute?
"I thought, you wouldn't come back. Especially after your sister practically dragged you out of my office last time you were here." His voice was soft, and even if he wouldn't admit it, he was slightly nervous to be around you. He felt so close to you, and he couldn't stop thinking about the small meeting you had. You shook your head in response. "You know, I heard many bad things about you, but you proved me otherwise. You are so enchanting, and there's something about you that makes me want to be near you." Your confession made him raise his eyebrows at you, did you really think all of that? Or were you just trying to get information out of him?
No. The thought of you trying to get info out of him just didn't feel right, he knew it wasn't that.
"Oh." He paused for a brief moment. He was actually speechless about what you just said. "I'm glad to hear that...I guess. I also enjoyed the time we spent together. We could get to know each other if you like, Mrs Dawes." He could see a small sparkle in your eyes, your smile growing wider, and your cheeks became red with blush. "Really?" Now, your voice was shy. It was unbelievable for you! You had a small growing crush on him, and your heart was overjoyed with emotions. "I-I'd like that. When?!" There was a certain childish-ness in you that he absolutely adored and hoped to see more of that sweet, loving side of you.
"I'm free today after 8:15. Perhaps, I can take you to my home, and we can meet each other properly." His voice was still trying to sound calm, but on the inside he was losing it at how he began feeling for you. He was going to take you to his home, after all this time. His fantasies were becoming true. "I'd love that!" You truly surprised him by throwing yourself at him, arms wrapped around his tall figure. He was tense under your touch, and you felt that, but you didn't mind.
It took him a few good seconds until he placed his arms around you, and slightly rubbed your back. "Thank you, Dr Crane." You softly mumbled under your breath, just enough for him to hear it. “It’s alright. You can call me Jonathan, if you want to, my dear.” He softly said, as he kept gently rubbing your back. "Jonathan..." He loved how his name sounded coming from your mouth. His heart exploded with intense love, and a slight obsession for you began growing inside of him. "Thank you, once again. You can call me (Y/N), too." You softly murmured.
You released your tight grip from his body, and tip-toed so you could gently kiss his cheek, causing his cheeks to get hot. How could this be so real? This felt like an absolute dream for him. "See you later, then?" You asked, before leaving the chilly, large building. "See you later, my darling." He kept his voice calm, as he watched you leave. You were actually pretty proud of yourself for causing him a blush. As you walked out of the building, his mind was quickly replaying what had just happened over and over again.
He was absolutely infatuated with the affection you had only for him, it made him feel kind of...special. And of course, he had never felt that way towards someone. The fact that you were so emotionally attached to him like no one had ever been before made him feel over the clouds, and his heart melted at the new sensations.
Everytime he thought about you, it was like there was a growing obession inside of him. He had the need of getting to know you better, to feel himself close to you. He needed you to be only his. This feeling wouldn't leave, it constantly kept growing as seconds passed, especially, those moments he was there with you. Your affection towards him had formed a soft spot only for you inside of him.
He was going to make sure you had eyes only for him. No matter how much time that takes, and no matter what it takes; but you are his sweet darling now, and you'll always be. He was absolutely Lovestruck.
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Hope you like it dear! Once again, I'm sorry for taking long with this one, and I hope it's what you expected! 🥰♥️
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madame-fear · 2 years
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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
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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. ❤
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madame-fear · 2 years
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DK Scarecrow having enemies to lovers story? Reader is a sunshine woman who is well liked, likes romcom movies, works in the same building with him and they get really annoyed with each other.
He thinks her attitude is childish while she is like "Why are so fucking negative all the time?"
They have to work on case together and have to tolerate each other. Jonathan got hurt at one of his Scarecrow heists and wound opens again on his hand on the job. While she isn't his fan she gets concerned and tells him to show it. She bandaged the wound very carefully with delicacy and told him to be careful.  
He, trying to be less dickish because of that, starts having short conversations with her. Turns out she loves animals and has a pet crow, the only horror movie she likes is Jon's favorite one.
When he accidentally cuts his finger on paper he goes to her being like "Oh no,I need medical help." She just smiles and puts bandage on it and kisses it afterwards saying he needs to be more careful.  Oh yeah, he fell. How he is going to ask for a date is up to you.
Sorry for ask being so long-
Omg i love this!! Especially the crow pet part, because I always wanted to have a crow 😂❤ In this one I made the reader a psychiatrist just so she can work w/Jon at Arkham 😘
I had so much fun writing this, so it might be a bit long since I got carried away. Enjoy your reading, my dearest!🥰
(F/H/M) = Favourite Horror Movie
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Enemies to Lovers | DK! Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader
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Being a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum didn't sound fun to anybody, especially considering the bad reputation that Arkham had gained over the years. You couldn't categorise your job as "fun", but you certainly enjoyed it, and always thought of yourself as lucky for having the chance to work there. Even if most of your colleagues didn't have high hopes for the patients in there, you were always eager about helping them overcome their problems, and hear what they had to say.
Everyone who worked there and knew you always talked good things about you, you were so kind, emphatic, and sweet. Your heart was big, and full of sympathy for anyone who crossed your path. But, there was something, or rather, someone who always ruined the mood, and frustrated the hell out of you: it was Dr Jonathan Crane. He was what you would call an 'asshole' with you. He was always too serious, moody, and could never take a joke, so that lead to you two not being able to tolerate each other. The tension between you two was too notorious for anyone who was stuck in the middle of you.
The main reason of why you couldn't stand each other was not only because he got on your nerves with his moodiness, but also, because you've argued a few times before, and it was always because he thought of you as childish.
"Why do you have to be so childish all the time, Dr (L/N)?" / "And why are you so fucking negative all the time, Dr Crane?"
The worst part of all is that you had been assigned to work together on a particular case, meaning you would have to learn to tolerate each other's presence. Even if you couldn't stand each other, you couldn't help but deep down inside wish he was nicer to you. He was so...enigmatic, and there was something about him that made you want to know him properly, but you couldn't place your finger on what had caught your attention. The only thing you could do was keep dreaming about getting properly along with him.
You shook your thoughts off your mind as you finally reached the large, obscure front doors of Arkham, taking a deep sigh before entering the building. Today was the day you had to work on the assigned case along Dr Crane, which that required to not lose your shit trying to cope with his constant bad mood. You directly headed towards his office, expecting him to be there so you could try to manage yourselves with the case. Suddenly hearing a familiar voice call you from behind, you stopped on your tracks.
"Dr (L/N)." Turning your head to see where the voice came from, you saw Jonathan standing there, with what seemed to be some paper work on his hand. "Dr Crane." You said, offering a gentle smile, as you slowly made your way towards him. "This is the patients file. We should begin to work on it as soon as possi–" His serious face suddenly changed, as it turned into a pained expression. Interrupting himself, he instinctively passed the paper work to the other hand, looking at his now shaky hand. You couldn't help but notice there was a big slash covering his whole palm, and it seemed to be that it began dripping some bright, red blood. "Dr Crane, what happened? Are you alright?" At this point you didn't care if he pushed you away, you were genuinely concerned about it. "It's nothing." He said, hardly trying to keep a monotone voice, as well as his professional facade. "Please, show me your hand." You insisted.
He looked deep into your eyes for a second, and sighed. "I just...accidentally cut myself." He replied. His excuse was lame, but you didn't mind that at all, nor you knew it was only an excuse. Knowing you'd keep insisting, he gave up and showed his wounded hand to you. You furrowed your eyebrows at the thought of the pain he must've felt at the moment. "This must hurt like hell, Dr Crane. Before we begin working on this case, I'm going to put a bandage on your wound. Come on, let's go." Not allowing him to oppose and leaving him no time to argue against that, you grabbed him by the hand, and guided him towards your office, where you had saved some bandages and aids in case you had an emergency. A light blush crept on his face. While it was well known in the entire building that you didn't get along very well, deep down inside, he appreciated the fact that you still cared for his well being and shook off the assigned patient case just to bandage his wound. Maybe, you weren't so bad, after all.
Having reached your office, you quickly opened the door, closing it behind you as soon as you entered. "Sit there." You said, moving the chairs in front and behind your desk so you could sit, and properly take care of his wound. He did as you told, and sat in the chair, as he stared at you look for all things neccessary to take care of a wound. "Here they are!" You said, a broad smile occupying your lips, as you held the bandages and other things to cover his injury. "This might be a bit annoying, considering it's a deep wound covering your whole palm, but it'll be quick." That was definitely going to be painful, you thought. Trying to reassure him, you gave him a gentle smile as you sat in front of him.
The first thing you did, was grab a liquid in a small bottle that was useful for deep wounds that could possibly form into an infection in a future, and gently dropped a few drops in it. Noticing how he flinched his face with clear pain due to the stinging sensation he felt, you muttered a quick 'sorry' and continued taking care of it. The next step, once you dropped a bit of your anti-infection liquid in his wound, you grabbed the bandage, and gently began wrapping his palm with it. You were as delicate and as careful as you could be, knowing that since his wound seemed to had once again opened, it was a very annoying, and it hurted quite a lot even if he said absolutely nothing.
Once you fully covered his palm with the bandage, you grabbed the scissors that stood on your desk, and cut the rest of bandage that you weren't going to use, placing it back again on your desk. "You should be more careful next time, Dr Crane." You shyly muttered, as you stared deep into his icy blue eyes. Your kindness was enough to get into him. With a single nod, he smiled back at you, and quietly thanked you for your dedication. The tension that was always felt when you two where in the same room wasn't there anymore, it was more of a calm atmosphere, which it was something you enjoyed, and had desired for a while now.
"You can call me Jonathan." He said quietly.
The rest of the day was spent working. You were constantly on the thrill of the rush, due to Arkham's natural chaotic environment. You were especially focused on working on the patient Dr Crane and you had been assigned to take care of, so you had been extremely busy and always on the run. While your mind was full of work and adrenaline, his mind was occupied on replaying the small moment he shared with you. He appreciated the fact that you cared for his injuries, despite not liking each other. He had no reason for acting shitty around you now, since that would be very ungrateful of him. Naturally, everytime he looked at his bandaged hand, it made him think of all the times he had been mean towards you, which kind of made him feel bad about it; something very rare for him.
Perhaps, it was time for you to get to know each other properly. He thought that the best way of doing so was by starting small chats with you.
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A short while after having taken care of his wounded hand, you two had soon began to have some small talking while you worked; progressively getting along each other. The sudden change of attitude between you two was thrilling for your colleagues, who knew how badly you disliked each other. The well-known tension slowly but notoriously fading away.
He discovered some fun facts about you, it seemed you shared more similarities than any of you would have ever thought. One of the things he learned about you was the love and interest you held for animals. That love you had was both fascinating and contagious. What he had also found out about you, was that you had a pet crow named Corvus, and also, that you had similar tastes in horror movies – sharing the liking of a specific horror movie: (F/H/M). Not only it was his favourite, but it was your as well.
It had costed him a bit to open up and reveal more of himself to you, but your smile, your sweetness, your kindness...all of that was enough to make him confident in himself, and feel free to express and share his thoughts with you. You were special to him, somehow. He wasn't sure exactly how and what it was, but there was something about you that made him excited to go to work, and his heart flutter with joy as soon as he saw you walking around the chilly, obscure hallways of Arkham Asylum. He wasn't very well familiarised with that sensation, but he surely enjoyed it.
Could it be love? Maybe, most definitely. But he wasn't ready to accept the thoughts of him so badly falling for one of his colleagues. He never thought about dating someone, or simply being in a relationship, his mind was way too focused on his work, especially on working with the fear toxin. It took him a while to stop fighting against the constant denial about his feelings towards you, eventually giving up and allowing his mind to be consumed by you.
Shaking off his current thoughts away from his mind, which were distracting him, he focused back on his work. Looking at his desk collapsed with paperwork, he adjusted his glasses, deeply sighing. He stood up from his chair, and began placing the paperwork in order, trying to make his desk look less messy, and more professional.
As he quickly moved the papers away, absolutely entranced in the task, his concentration was suddenly lost as he felt an annoyingly stinging pain in his finger, which caused him to let out to quietly curse out of frustration. He looked at what provoked such feeling, and noticed that he had accidentally cut his finger with the paper, causing only a very small drop of blood to show up. A bright idea suddenly invaded his mind. Smiling at the though of it, he pressed his cut finger, making some more drops of blood to appear. This was such a great excuse to head towards your office and spend time with you.
In a heartbeat, he got out of his office and quickly guided himself towards your office. Since the distance between your office and his was short, he quickly arrived there, gently knocking on the door as he waited for you to respond. "Come in!" You shouted from inside your office, causing his heart to beat slightly faster. He slowly opened the door, revealing your small and delicate figure sitting on the chair behind your desk, apparently you were reading some files from the new patients. Lifting your sight, you smiled at the sight of him popping from behind your door.
"I might need some medical help." He said, before you could even open your mouth to greet him. He partly closed the door behind him, and slowly walked towards you, showing you his insignificant cut, which had a few miserable drops of blood. You couldn't help but smile and playfully scoff at his silly exaggeration, you couldn't help but find him extremely adorable, considering yourself lucky of being able to see his hidden personality. "Very well, sir. Allow me to take care of it." You replied, doing your best to sound as professional as possible.
Searching through your first aid kit, you found some band aids. You grabbed them, and walked towards him, gently grabbing his barely cut finger and placing the band aid on top of the slightly smeared blood. Since you had gained all his trust, you guided his finger to your lips, and placed a very delicate kiss on top of the band aid. "You should be more careful, sir." Oh, he surely felt his heart pounding with excitement as soon as your eyes met his, making him more confident in the realisation of his crush with you. It was a whole new sensation for him, and he absolutely loved the way he felt around you. He was sure he felt the blushing on his cheeks increase, slightly tingling.
"Thank you for your service, Dr." He playfully replied; you really did get the best of him. "Of course." You said smiling, and smoothly sending him a wink that made his cheeks get even more reddish. He had to get his mind back to work, but he had something he's been holding for a while now, and he'll eventually find a way to tell you in a proper way, without scaring you off.
Hours passed, and he had finally returned back again to his home. As soon as he got comfy, he spent nearly all night long thinking about in which way would he ask you out. Ironically, anxiety consumed the emotionless Dr Crane, by simply thinking about how to impress you while asking you out for a date. That night, even if he had been nearly sleepless, a brilliant idea crossed his mind. And he was going to put it into action the very next day, as soon as he saw you.
------- The Next Day -------
The exciting day he's been waiting for had come. He was anxious, yet eager to try out the idea that had left him sleepless all night long. What he had planned was a small yet subtle detail, but it was perfect enough to allow him to smoothly ask you out on a date. On the other hand, you were clueless, but also excited to see him once again. Just like him, you've gained a huge crush on him, and you suspected he liked you too...but you thought to yourself, that you might have been imagining it.
Making your way towards your workplace, your head was filled with thoughts about him. Your head constantly replayed all the good times you've spent with him, and hoped for things to go even further than now. Once you arrived to Arkham, you entered the building as quickly as possible, since today was colder than usual, making you could feel some goosebumps creeping on your body. The Asylum itself wasn't helping much with the current cold that consumed your body, due to it's chilly halls.
Nervousness filled your whole body like it never did before. You were thrilled at the thought of being near his presence, and you swore it made your heart skip a beat. Having to focus back to your work, you had finally arrived to your office. Opening the door, you left it very partly open and quickly sat on your chair. "Shit." You quietly muttered, at the sight of your desk being a mess with paperwork. Feeling a small headache appear, you took a deep sigh and mentally prepared yourself for the day that was yet to come. The first thing you did was place everything that laid on your desk in it's right place, only to make it look less chaotic.
Since your mind was automatically focused on the task, you slightly jumped and quietly gasped when you heard someone knocking on the door. "Fuck!" You exclaimed. Your cheeks began getting rosy when you realised that the one knocking on the door was Jonathan. "Sorry, Jon. I didn't realise it was you the one knocking." He chuckled at your comment, both his hands were behind his back. "You should watch your language." He said, a gentle smile forming on his lips. You playfully rolled your eyes at him. "What are you, my mum? Come on, we are both adults. Besides, I've heard you swear before." He quietly scoffed at you, his smile never fading away. "You're right, (Y/N)."
Leaving your paperwork aside, you slowly walked towards him. "So, what brings you to my office? Are you in need of medical help once again?" Soft blush appeared on his cheeks as you playfully hit his arm with your shoulder. He gently shook his head. "Luckily, no. It's something better, I'd say. I came to bring you..." He briefly paused for a moment. This very moment was the first time he ever felt shy around someone. "I came to bring you a gift." His arms were behind his back the whole time, hiding the gift he had bought for you. "Oh! Really? What is it?" He found you adorable when you were excited, just like a little child.
Your excitement was so contagious, and it made his smile grow even wider. "Hope you like it." He said, as he finally showed you a very delicate black box with a golden ribbon wrapped around it. At this moment, you felt you were about to faint. Gently taking it away from him, you slowly open the box, revealing a pair of crow earrings, and a necklace that had with the initial of your name. "Oh, this is so beautiful! Thank you so much, I love it!" With your arms wide open, you threw yourself at him, tightly embracing him into a hug. It was the first time you had ever hugged him.
He stood there, shockingly proccesing the moment. He felt like melting into your touch, it was something that he had hoped for so long...and here you were. Eventually, he gave into the hug, wrapping his arms around you, and pressing your small, delicate body against his. Now, was the moment to ask you out on a date, and he only wished for you to say yes. "I'm glad you liked it, my dear." He quietly muttered, as he softly played with some strands of your hair. His nervousness increased as seconds passed by. "I really enjoy your company, (Y/N). You're a great colleague, and you're so sweet and kind as well. I'm absolutely thrilled to be able to work with you." He quickly licked his lips before he continued speaking.
Taking a deep breath, he spoke again. "And that's why I was wondering, if perhaps I could take you out on a date someday after work?" You quickly opened your eyes, since they were previously closed. Your heart began pounding with nervousness, and overjoy. Finally! All your dreams had become true. Trying to keep your cool, you released your grip from his lanky and tall figure, and looked deep into his eyes with a small smile. "Of course! I'd love that. When?" Your voice tone was quiet and gentle, but on the inside you were screaming of happiness...unbeknownst to you, so was he. "Are you free today?" He asked, slightly tilting his head to his side. When it came to him, of course you were. You'd always be free for him.
"Sure. My schedule is free today after work. Your house or mine?" You asked, you didn't even bother to hide the blushing anymore, your lips growing wider with joy. "That decision is up to you, my dearest." He was better than you at keeping his cool, he didn't look nervous on the outside...but he was too overexcited about this whole situation. "It's a date, then. Let's meet at my house." You said, playfully extending your hand for him to shake. He looked down at your hand, and quietly chuckled to himself. He gently took your hand, and shook it.
"It's a date." He extended your hand towards his lips, and carefully kissed your knuckles, making the rosy red in your cheeks to intensify. "See you after work, Dr (L/N)." He winked at you, and walked out of your office, fully closing the door after he left. It was so hard to contain your giggles at this point. "Yeah...see you later, Dr Crane." You quietly muttered to yourself. Waiting a few long seconds after he left, you harshly covered your face with both of your hands, gushing out at the intense emotions you were currently feeling.
Joy took over your entire body as your mind replayed the sweet moment you just had with him, and kept staring at the precious little gift he had bought especially for you. It was as if the small gift had attached intensely strong emotions to it, and you could feel it deep inside of your heart. On the other hand, it was quite impossible for him to contain his goofy smile. He was so happy and proud of himself for having the courage of asking you out on a date. He really judged you wrongly when he first met you, and you were quite exclusive to him, because you're the only person he's ever regretted treating badly.
But he was surely going to make it to you. It was unbelievable how much you had gotten into his mind and heart, you had such a strong effect on him. It didn't matter how things went after your date, but he's always going to make sure you felt loved, and taken cared of. You're his precious little crow now.
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madame-fear · 2 years
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Hey hey ! Was wondering if you can do, Dark Knight Jonathan Crane, marriage headcanon’s like how it’d be married him and stuff <3 ( fem reader btw 💕 )
Hiii anon! Sure thing! 💕 That's absolutely lovely🥰
Here it goes!! Enjoy your reading, dear! 💞
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DK!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader | Marriage Headcanons
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Honestly, Jonathan really never thought about dating, or even marrying someone...until he met you. You really did a whole different twist to his life.
When people finds out that Dr Jonathan Crane is happily married, they would all be so surprised. Even he himself is surprised about marrying you.
He would be so, so extremely happy about marrying the love of his life. And also, he's extremely proud about it.
He's always worried about being a 'good husband'. All he needs is just you reassuring him he's the best husband you could ever have.
Literally does whatever is in his power so you can have whatever you want and need, mainly because he loves seeing you happy.
Always makes sure he wakes up first only so he can surprise you with breakfast in bed.
You could have years of being married, but whenever you introduce him as your husband, he's still going to get all flustered and his heart would always beat faster.
^ Same thing happens to you when he introduces you as his beloved Mrs Crane!
He is the most caring, loving, and protecting husband. He'll literally never leave your side no matter the situation.
Also, loyal AS HELL. He can have a hundred girls swooning for him, but he's only got eyes for you. You're his one and only beloved lady.
Even if he might be overwhelmed with work at times, he's still going to make sure to spend as much time as possible with you.
Café and library dates everytime you're from work! Also, picnic dates are your thing, too.
He loves having your head in his lap and reading out-loud to you until you fall asleep.
If anyone even dares to disrespect you, don't worry, he's got you covered. He'll make that person suffer and never get out of the constant nightmares.
Plays with your hair all the time. He finds it so comforting and soothing, so his hands would always be playing with your hair.
When he's extremely overwhelmed with work, he finds comfort in simply being with you. It's like he melts around you ♥️
If you're stressed about something, just tell him, he's great at calming you down. He'd make you your favourite drink (tea, coffee, etc) and would make you sit down in the couch so you can rant to him about whatever you want and need.
Calls you "angel", "my dear/darling", "my beloved (Y/N)", and sometimes "princess".
Supporting his plans regarding Scarecrow and the fear toxin.
He doesn't like involving you with his business, only because he doesn't want to risk your safety. But if you offer to help him with some things about the fear toxin he'd be absolutely delighted and over the moon!
Cheek kisses are his favourite type of kiss 🥰 He also loves holding your hands all the time.
Never takes his wedding ring off. He loves showing off the fact that he's married to an incredible lady.
Probably thinks about having children with you. He'd be a little nervous to bring that topic to you, but maybe he'll make a slight comment about it.
If you make a comment about wanting or loving children, oh god, he'd be so nervous, but he's ready to have a big family with you.
Just, an extremely LOVING husband. He's over the clouds when he's with you. The love he has for you is truly unique and pure, and it's only for you.
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madame-fear · 1 year
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omg I love your work so much!!!
what would happen if DK! Jonathan was dating Batman’s partner 👀
A/N: ahhh thank youu!! <33 So glad you enjoy my content sweetie! :")) hope you enjoy thisss!!!
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• Ok, so his crush on you was definitely a surprise to all of you. Mainly to Jonathan, actually!
• He would be in absolute denial when he realised that, somehow, he had a hard time fear gassing you – or even thinking about harming you in any possible way. Same thing happened to you.
• With the passing of time, you had secretly visited Scarecrow sometimes, without Batman knowing about it. There was no fighting, no arguing, and certainly no fear gassing; just talking and getting to know each other properly.
• Eventually, you realised you liked each other despite being the complete opposites (Batman's sidekick dating a villain...) and began dating! Of course, this was kept as a secret for a long, long time.
• When the Batboy found out about your relationship with The Scarecrow, he was definitely confused and surprised – filling your head with so, so many questions about it: When? How? Why? Where?
• Of course, having known you as his sidekick and friend for so long, he didn't doubt about your loyalty after you answered all his questions, and seeing how faithful you were to the own little saviour duo you had even after you began dating Scarecrow.
• He did stress himself a little bit too much when he thought about having to be 'nicer' or 'softer' towards Scarecrow since he was now dating his sidekick, and that didn't make him like Scarecrow any more, but it was rather tolerable. Especially seeing how in love you were with Jonathan.
• Batman and Scarecrow still keep their natural rivalry, but they don't attack each other as aggressively as they did before Jonathan began dating you. Even if they want to uh – beat the shit out of themselves. 👀
• This ends in both of them having to accept that, even if they kind of really hate each other and have different ways of thinking, they share something in common, which is: having a good relationship with you. One is your best friend and sidekick, and the other is dating you.
• It was hard for them to get used to each other, but they had no other choice but to accept it. 🥲
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madame-fear · 2 years
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DK Scarecrow s/o just randomly saying "Phobias are basically mind allergies."
“Phobias are basically mind allergies.”
Alright. The second he hears you saying this, he’ll immediatly open his mouth to say something against it, but what comes from it is absolutely nothing. I mean yes?? They are mind allergies indeed???
You'd probably leave him stumbling upon his own words. He can’t fight against your argument, mainly because he's never thought about it this way before, so he doesn't have an specific opinion on the subject. It would probably take him a few good seconds (*ehem* 1 minute straight actually) until he comes up with a good response to that:
"Except...Phobias can't kill you. Unlike the peanut; dead, and silently."
Oh, you did leave him thinking about it for a good time. His studies on fear & phobias will take a different twist, since he now thinks of them as ""mind allergies"" all thanks to you.
EDIT: (based on a comment that dearest @patisilence left down here, thanks for it!🤭)
"Actually, Jon, if a person has panic attacks, phobias can indeed kill someone by giving the person a heart attack."
This is the time where he takes off his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a deep breath.
That's it. He's definitely going to make you his lab partner now (and his partner in crime as well). You've got good arguments, and likes the originality & creativity of your thoughts, even if you constantly argumenting about certain things (such as this!) frustrates the hell out of him.
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