#dk jonathan x reader

[levimanco]

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

More Jonathan HCs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[scarletembers04]

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

[madame-fear]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[riddle-me-ri]

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

What about Scarecrow?

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

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

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

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

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

The Scarecrows React to Reader in a TikTok Dress:

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

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

- He may be immune to fear.

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

- Jonathan wasn’t immune to you. 

- He inhales deeply, takes you all in. 

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

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

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

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

- When he hears your soft gasps and hushed moans…

- There's nothing more satisfying.

Dark Knight/Murphy Scarecrow:

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

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

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

- So…scantily clad for his amusement. 

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

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

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

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

BTAS Scarecrow:

- You have rendered the poor ex-professor speechless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You convince him you're absolutely real. 

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

TNBA Scarecrow:

- He’s quite shocked to be honest. 

- Perhaps, even a little confused. 

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

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

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

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

- Well, you've certainly done that.

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

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

- Just how can he resist?

Fear State Scarecrow:

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You may as well just be naked. 

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

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

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

Year One Scarecrow:

- Oh…oh boy

- Umm…wow.

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

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

- But now, Granny's long gone. 

- And here you are, looking drop dead stunning. 

- He's gulping for air. 

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

- You realize you may have stunted the sheltered southerner.

- You will have to ease him into it. 

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

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

Masters of Fear Scarecrow:

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

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

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

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

- She never could, but especially not now. 

- Dressed so intimately and vulnerable.

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

- You love him and respect him. 

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

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

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

Harley Quinn the Animated Series Scarecrow:

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

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

- Man’s is dead to rights. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Well, this is a pleasant surprise. 

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

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

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

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

[phobia-sweets]

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

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

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

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

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

Warnings & Notes: Its headcanons so short lmao

❤ Arkhamverse

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

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

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

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

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

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

❤ BTAS

- Well, he’s not complaining

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

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

❤ The Dark knight trilogy

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

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

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

❤ Batman: The audio adventures

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

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

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

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

The Arkham Asylum Jig - Chapter 1

All You Fear About

A Chicago the Musical inspired story.

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

Rating: Teen?

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s this?”

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

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

“What’s wrong with her?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That gets a reaction out of you. You blink.

“Excuse me?”

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

You raise an eyebrow. 

“Where do I sign?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr Crane deadpans.

“She murdered a man.”

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

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

[finniestoncrane]

You said DK Jon would treat his sugar baby as a throwaway but what would happen if he finds something they bond over and he catches feelings for her?

DK!Scarecrow Sugar Baby

Arkham!Jonathan x GN!Reader Headcanons oops uh oh guess who else has pumpkin scented candles ready to use on his partner 👀 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: kinda daddy!kink, sugar baby, sexual suggestions

it wasn't meant to go this way, you were definitely something he saw as a means of entertainment

or at the most, a way to relieve stress and participate in 'normal' human activities

he intended to think of you as a means to an end, an object

and then you asked him how he was

showed simple signs that you perhaps cared

or were at least good at pretending to for the money

but you waited behind, once he'd finished, once he'd given you your allowance

you listened to him, no judgement as he discussed his plans

were you even a bit interested?

intrigued by fear?

aroused by it?

did you have something you wanted to get back at? get revenge on? experience closure with?

perhaps you weren't so different

you were different to who he thought you were at first

and smarter too

invaluable actually, in helping him prepare his toxin, his experiments

scientifically minded, trained, knowledgeable

more of an employee now in reality

and long nights together, working on his projects

it was inevitable that he might eventually develop feelings for you

appreciation? adoration?

lust, surely. only lust

but when you weren't around, that's when it stung the most

and slowly he began to realise he was conquering a new fear

need, co-dependancy

love

[levimanco]

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

DK! Jonathan hcs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s all for now I will post more later

[levimanco]

Hold still

(Yandere) Jonathan crane x reader

CW: needles. Fear toxin. Jonathan being cold hearted and sadistic

Oh dear, how could you have tried to escape from him? Don’t you love him? He thought tsking as she looks up at him frightened. “Running away from me? I’m disappointed in you” he sighed, faking sincerity. “I’m hurt my dear, truly. I thought you had finally behaved and you ran off” he opens his lab kit from his briefcase, setting it on the counter space he had available. “You know what I have to do now,” he said solemnly. Your body filled with horror as he picked up the syringe with the familiar blue liquid flicking it and testing it, a stream shooting out from it. “No no no! I’m sorry!” she starts. “I’ll behave! I promise! Please don’t!” he chuckles maliciously. “Oh it’s far too late for that. Although, the begging is adorable.” she starts to squirm from her restraints desperate and scared as he gets closer with the syringe in his hand, the blue liquid gleaming. “Hold still” Her cries and pleas go unheard as he inserts the syringe into her and exiting the liquid into her stream. She hisses at the pain before it started. She screams as the adrenaline and fear courses through her veins, the static looking scarecrow moved closer and closer with a melted face and sick grin evilly laughing as it sharpened his scythe inching closer and the blade getting sharper and sharper soon “slicing” her and starting all over again. Approaching and slicing, melting more and more every time. Crane watched amused. “You brought this on yourself dear, you should’ve stayed here with me instead of running away like a bad girl.” he says. “Tsk tsk tsk. Poor darling, had enough?” she frantically nods sobbing and screaming. It had been an hour of the same torture and she was losing her sanity more and more as the minutes pass. She was sobbing hard and shaking trying to escape the mess. “Alright that’s enough, I believe you learned your lesson.” He looks at her crying face once more before injecting the clear liquid into her stream. She watches as the monstrosity slowly fades away from her. “Will you ever run from me again? “No! No! I’m sorry!” she sputters out sobbing harder. “Good.” he removes her restraints, stroking her face softly with a soft look on his face. “Come here dear, it’s all over. It won’t happen again right?” she nods, leaning in her touch.trying to stop her crying. “M’sorry” she whines out softly her sobbing drying out. She tries not to cry again at the realisation that she may never be able to escape from him again, she was stuck in this hell for life.

This is the first time I write something on tumblr, enjoy and request something!

[levimanco]

Ill always catch you…

More yandere Jonathan crane.

Warnings: sadistic Jonathan, needles sickly sweet Jonathan.

Her legs burned from how hard and fast she had been running around Gotham, if she made it in time she could take the train out of there. her lungs started to burn, not the good kind of burn. Distracted by her thoughts repeating “I need to get out of here!” she didn’t notice the fence in her way, she had run smack into it. She couldn’t climb it. It was too high… she had started to panic when she heard it. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. trying to escape again my little dove?” she froze. He had found her once again. His sadistic eyes burned right through her. ‘No! No! NO!’ she thought. “I thought we were done with this.” she shook as he approached her his bright crystal blue eyes staring right into her soul. She heard the dreaded chime of the clock realisation struck her. She missed the train and she was trapped like a deer in headlights. He took advantage of her dread with a sadistic and knowing grin. “Time to come back home~” he sang out his grin widening and his eyes gleaming with the ghost of her mistakes and the sadistic torture to come. She shook like a leaf, dreadfilled and terrified as he slipped the syringe out of his pocket and took the plastic cap off the needle flicking it. “Please no, please please NO!” she cried out as he had jammed it into her neck. She had tried to fight it off. “That’s it let it take over~” his voice echoed as she started to slip back into the black. “You can try to run away, my sweet little dove but I will always catch you.~” Those words were the last thing she heard before succumbing to the darkness… When she woke up she saw the familiar room and a tray of needles with him there setting everything up. Her adrenaline squirmed aggressively through her. “Welcome back home dear.” he grinned sadistically, picking up the first syringe with the familiar liquid. “Welcome to the consequences of your actions.”

[levimanco]

Guess what? More yandere Jonathan crane.

So this might be my new series now…

Tw: violence, manipulation, alcohol, smoking, maybe some sexual things. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

so Jonathan is very protective of little dove, so much so that she’s not allowed to be ANYWHERE without him

Bathroom? He’s at the door. Kitchen? He’s watching seated at the island/counter. Shower? He’s in the shower with little dove.

If little dove drinks he’d let them choose one drink a week if they’re good. If they’re bad they get it on their cuts as punishment for misbehaving.

He drinks too. brandy, Neat and In a pretty glass

Smoking? He’s quick to chastise you for destroying your body. If it’s weed? Might as well be a junkie. He’ll chastise you too

Unless you convince him to try it with you. How? You’re little dove you can figure it out.

on a completely unrelated note, Jonathan is the type of stoned that gets philosophical.

“If autopsies were preformed on a living person, would it be called a living examination?”

Jonathan shows his affection with buying little dove things that she likes or that reminds him of her.

Little dove is only allowed to accept his gifts.

No returning or refusing the gift

Little dove is a very spoiled dove.

That’s all for now, enjoyed? Reblog and even put some of your comments on it!

[madame-fear]

HIII

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

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

♡ Gotham! Jonathan : ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♡ DK! Jonathan : ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[madame-fear]

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

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

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DK!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader | Dating Headcanons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[madame-fear]

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]

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.

[madame-fear]

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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Lovestruck | DK!Soft Yandere!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Dawes!Reader

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! 🥰♥️