#jonathon crane

[aphroditeslover11]

How they’d deal with a student with exam stress:

Jonathon Crane:

This guy literally lectures at a university as a part of his job so he knows exactly what you are going through and what the exams are like. He’s also a psychologist so he understands pretty well what kind of emotions and stresses that you’re going through. When you’re struggling with something he’ll try to help you by finding the answers for yourself to try and build up your confidence. He will hate to ever hear you talking about yourself like you’re hopeless, you get a lecture about how if you can’t do it yet then you will be able to soon. Any tears though and he immediately gets you to give in, he’ll pull some strings with your lecturer at the university and you’ll still pass the course anyway.

Jim:

He would be the sort of guy that would just sit down with you and try to help you to do it, he wouldn’t see the point of sitting down and anxiously procrastinating when you could just get the worries out of the way. He’s put his glasses on and sit down at the desk with you, taking your laptop and reading down the screen. After he’d puzzled it out he’d start with a “Right, so, what I think you need to do is…” You could expect lots of soft fore head kisses along the way to try and keep you motivated. If you were revising for exams rather than writing something for an assignment then he would make a revision timetable, he’s a fan of an excel spreadsheet to keep things on track. He’s the sort to proactively manage stress rather than letting it sit and get worse.

Lenny Miller:

He’s a bit of a liability to have around when you’re studying. He has a bit of an ego so if you ask for help with something he will insist that he knows how to do it even if he doesn’t. Sitting with Lenny Miller at 2 am as he tries to explain Plato’s allegory of the cave from a Wikipedia article, whilst complaining that it really doesn’t make a difference to the world anyway, is a uniquely irritating experience.

Oppie:

He can be pretty short with mere mortals who simply can’t see the world in any greater depth than what is directly in front of them. The likelihood is though that if he spends enough time with someone to help them study then he is going to make the time and have the patience to help you. He’d be a dream to study with, no matter the topic he would be the annoying sod that could pick up anything if he was given the time and resources, being able to reword passages from textbooks in such a way that you understood them straight away. He’d sit there all night with you chainsmoking cigarettes and sipping from a glass of whiskey. Somehow studying with Oppie was actually enjoyable!

[peterparkerisdefinitelytrans]

There's more but I couldn't fit them all in the picture

[phoebejanemurphy]

he’s so pathetic i need him

[noneknxws]

im back

#onlyingotham I just heard Riddler and Scarecrow talking in the alley under my window about Halloween and Riddler said “what if we attach sheets to drones” and Scarecrow does the creepiest fucking giggle humanity can conjure and it’s silent for a second but then Riddler goes “i’m putting that in a build a bear”

[bathtub4rats]

i have another doodle for ye before i eepy

Plus, a silly

[sirhinkjinks]

oh yeah this is gonna go FANTASTICCCCC what could possibly go wrong *penguin honking noises*

extra bullshit:

[mustymausoleum]

has anyone made this joke yet?

[hatterhare]

the smallest doodle session ever (1 hour)

[ozzzzzie]

[sl-newsie]

Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Masterlist

In an insane world it is the sane who are crazy. A young psychiatrist from Metropolis is sent to Gotham and falsely imprisoned in Arkham Asylum. Fear is a curious thing. Will meeting Arkham's fear-obsessed chief psychiatrist help open her mind?

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[fortanuvasyama]

this panel is cool as hell but I think I don't quite understand what's happening here...

like... can everyone see his little aftereffects posse? is this some kind of tech? because it seems to go away after joker shows up.

my immediate thought was that Scarecrow had this miasma of fear gas around him that makes people see things, but Jason immediately being affected seems odd, PLUS they're in a burning building surrounded by fire, and hot/cold temps apparently mess with fear gas (as we see later in gotham war)

SO what if it was the fear already in his system that caused Jason to start hallucinating? since this comic is his POV of what happened in the burning house, it would make sense, given that his adrenaline is probably going bonkers at the moment here.

i guess my takeaway of this is: if the adrenaline-fear thing gets going for a while, it could cause some pretty vivid hallucinations! (unless that really is just a tech thing (or just the artist having fun with interpretations of Scarecrow I guess))

[aphroditeslover11]

Cherry Lips

A few of the boys’ reactions to a reader who enjoys a bold red lip.

Moodboard pictures all sourced from Pinterest.

Neil Lewis

Every time that he sees you, you are always wearing some shade of red lipstick. At first it freaked him out a bit because he thought it was intimidating, that you would be unapproachable, but that all changed when he got to know you properly.

You’d have a conversation one day and he’d say that it reminded him of classic movie stars when red lips were all the range in the golden era of cinema. By chance it turned out that you got the idea to try it out from watching Marilyn Monroe in ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’ and hadn’t looked back since.

You can be certain that he will ask you along to promotions when he does them for classic movies, dressing up together like a couple from a classic film noir.

Lenny Miller

When you first met him it was your lipstick that made a lasting impression, specifically on his shirt collar which he found days later when he realised that the stain hadn’t washed out. When you started to date each other he realised quickly that it was a part of your image that you never went without.

When you eventually starting going away together for weekends he became more acquainted with your makeup collection, he was the one that started treating you to ridiculously expensive lipstick that you could never otherwise afford, moving you away from the drugstore ones that you used to use. When you asked him why he just said that “If you’re going to make such a statement, then you might as well do it properly.”

Jonathon Crane

He may be just about as obsessed about your lipstick as you are. He loves how confident and sexy wearing it makes you feel, which in turn makes him feel powerful for having been able to claim you.

When you’re home alone together he will frequently ask you to kiss him, loving the way that the transfer mark makes him feel like he belongs to you. He’ll quite often go to work with a patchwork of lipstick marks across his collar bones. No-one else can see them but he knows that they’re there, it’s like he’s carrying around a little piece of you with him all day.

Robert Fischer

He loves the way that red lipstick looks on you, but he isn’t so much a fan of the more practical side of you wearing it. There have been many times at galas where you have absent-mindedly gone to kiss him, leaving him with a mark on his cheek that he has to awkwardly rush to the toilets to clean away before anyone sees it.

Whenever he travels he makes a joke of bringing you back a new shade of red, so you now have a very large and international collection.

His favourite thing about it though is how you light up as soon as you put it on every morning. It’s like you put on armour, ready to go into battle, and it reminds him that there is nothing that you cannot face together.

[forestgloss]

watched batman begins with my dad and grandma yesterday and after witnessing way too much unneeded queenery and slayage from cillian murphys scarecrow i accidentally let the words "why is he so cunty" emerge from my lips out loud in front of the previously mentioned members of my family. the silence that followed was louder than silence ever should feasibly be

[caesariawritesstuff]

Behave

(Arkham!Riddler x Reader x Arkham!Scarecrow)

● Ao3 ● X ● Retrospring ● Read on Ao3 ●

“Crane,” Edward’s voice boomed throughout the workshop, laced with a thick irritation. He stormed across the room, goggles resting atop his head.

The annoyed tone in Edward’s voice made you look up from the crossword puzzle you were working on. Johnathon looked up; eyes narrowed. His masked expression stoic as ever. You paused, your pencil hovering an inch above the paper.

“How many times have I told you not to leave your toxin out?” Edward asked, thrusting a vial of Crane’s fear toxin towards him. “I already had one unpleasant experience being exposed to it last week. I don’t want to have another.”

“My apologies, Edward,” Johnathon said. He took the orange-filled vial from Edward’s gloved hands. His long fingertips wrapped around the glass, before resting it on the desk in front of him. But then, his gaze flickered back to Edward. “Are you sure you don’t want another dose?”

He raised his arm, wear his gauntlet was safely secured to his limb. Needles shot up from the contraption, a clear threat. You sat up straighter in your seat and cleared your throat, making them both look your way.

Never in a million years did you think you’d find yourself in this position: dating both Edward Nigma and Johnathon Crane. Two of Gotham’s most notorious and dangerous criminals. Yet here you were, sharing not only your heart and soul with them, but your bed as well. Some nights, you asked Edward into your bed. Other nights, Johnathon. Some night, both of them at the same time. It depended on your mood – and who behaved the most.

You wouldn’t deny it: you liked having both of them dangling on your every word, controlling them with just a look. For such powerful men, knowing they secretly bended to your will and whims behind closed doors made you feel…powerful. Seductive. Sexy. But if only they could learn to get along and stop fighting, things would go much smoother.

 “He started it,” Edward said, pointing as Johnathon, like a child tattling on someone else.

Sighing, you rested your cheek in your hand. “Boys, please behave. For me?” You smiled, batting your eyelashes at them.

It was Edward who crossed his arms first, chest puffed out, brows furrowed. His blue eyes studied you carefully; you were still dressed in a silk, lacy black nightgown you’d worn to bed. It was early morning, yet you hadn’t bothered to dress. You could just tell by the look Edward was giving you that he was jealous. Last night, you’d asked Johnathon into bed. And Edward very clearly was not hiding his jealousy well. But it was Johnathon who very quietly returned to his work without another word, focusing his attention on the new vials of fear toxin he was busy concocting. Edward scoffed and spun on his heels, heading to his side of the workshop to return to his work. You smiled, satisfied that you’d broken up the fight. For now.

You returned to your crossword puzzle, trying to focus, but you were too distracted now. You glanced up once more, glancing between the two of them. Edward returned to his workbench, grabbed a wrench, and began working on his next model of Riddlerbots. Johnathon was quiet as he scribbled notes down on a pad of paper beside him. Your heart beat heavy, and excited knots twisted in your stomach. Truth was, you were happy with both of them. Despite the fighting…you loved them. Both of them.

It was Johnathon who suggested the polyamorous relationship. For quite some time, you’d been doing business with both of them. Selling information, providing intel, offering your own criminal services. And as the months passed, the attraction grew. At first, you didn’t quite mind having relations with both of them without the other knowing. Nothing was official, it was simply quiet, passionate nights spent together. But overtime, it seemed both Jonathan and Edward began to catch on to the fact that you were spending your nights with both of them. And so, Johnathon came up with the idea. You were excited, at first. It was Edward who was hesitant; he was too jealous of a man to share you with anyone. But eventually, he caved.

It'd been weeks since the arrangement, and the three of you moved into a new hideout to share. The workshop was divided in half: one side Edward’s, the other Johnathon’s. Edward’s was all machinery and tools and parts. Johnathon’s was beakers and vials and barrels of toxin. For the most part, they kept to themselves, but, well…sometimes they got in each other’s way.  

Looking back down at your puzzle, you studied the next question you were on. You reread the question again and again, wondering what it could be – but you were positively stumped. “Eddie,” you said. “What’s an eight-letter word meaning ‘to insert’?”

“Intromit,” he answered without a beat.

“Thank you,” you said, grinning, as you scribbled the next answer in. You continued on with the crossword, scribbling another set of answers in, until you came to a second question that had you confused. “What’s a ten-letter word meaning ‘situated within the walls of a city’?

“Intramural,” Jonathon answered with the same quickness, without looking up once from his work.

“Intramural,” you repeated, writing the letters into the boxes. “Thank you, Johnathon.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Edward stiffen and glance over his shoulder, glaring at Johnathon so hard you could almost feel the heat radiating off him. “I’m surprised at your wit, Crane. You’d think that mask of yours would be squeezing too hard on that small amount of intellect you have.”

Johnathon sighed, but didn’t raise his eyes. “Insults will get you nowhere, Edward.”

“It’s not an insult. It’s a fact,” Edward shot back.

“Boys, please,” you said. You slipped off your seat and walked to the center of the room, glancing between both of them. But first, you wandered over to Johnathon.

He looked up at you, his mask-like mass hiding his expression well. But you leaned forward and placed a gentle, chaste kiss to the side of his face. Then you turned on your heels, wandered back to Edward, and placed a similar kiss to his other cheek.

“Now,” you said. “Please behave?”

Johnathon only nodded and turned back to work. Edward grumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t quite hear. But you smiled and settled back into your seat, glancing up once more. Despite Edward’s quiet mumbling, a small smile twitched at the edge of his lips. And even though Johnathon wasn’t the type of man to smile, you could tell by his relaxed shoulders that he seemed pleased by your kiss.

Smiling, you returned to your crossword puzzle, satisfied. Getting the Scarecrow and the Riddler to listen you was certainly something you reveled in – and if they continued to behave, you’d reward them tonight for their good behavior.

And oh, how you wished they’d behave.

[noneknxws]

fear gas is cool and all, but what if Crane made a gas that affects the fucked up parts of your brain? that makes the intrusive thoughts louder? that makes the executive paralysis worse? that ups the sensory issues by 110%?

i think his evil evil psychologist brain would love dissecting neurodivergent thoughts and such

i went insane in the tags about this and other scenarios

[cillianslvt]

forced my mom to watch batman begins for the billionth time hehehe