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Hope. When Bruce flashes the word, it should remind Crane of laughter, not poison. Was it hope that kept him alive, persisting against the whims of seemingly everyone around him, his own family, or was it rage? Was it hope that held onto this obsession of his, or spite? He keeps his misery clenched between his teeth; a hound with a bird. What is he without it, if anything at all?

"Oh, shoot me," he scoffed, the noise slowly turning into chitters of snickering. The ironic turn of positions, Scarecrow being the one lurking in the shadows rather than vice versa, proved to him that he didn't need fear gas to keep the Bat on edge. And with how frequently he took to dissecting Batman and his behaviors, it became obvious to Crane that the Detective wasn't as fearless as he tried to seem. "For how long? Y' overestimate th' psyche, how much it can take before it gives up. You overestimate yourself, most of all."

The Scarecrow grows quiet for a beat, making it near impossible to tell where or what he was up to now. Silence fills the room spare for miscellaneous soft, dripping noises from god knows where. "...What do y' think yer gonna be remembered for, really?" Suddenly, a claw of needles caresses the back of Bruce's head, dragging a sharp edge along the material that covered it. "Is it this? This mask? Th' crowds of feds applaudin' your name? Or is it jus' the feelin' people get when they see you servin' what you call 'justice?'"

🦇—-;; Giving Crane the satisfaction of what had turned him into the Bat was too personal, opening himself up to too many weaknesses that could be exploited, Bruce won't give him that chance, not willingly, no matter how pressured he is into it. He'd endure torment until his mind broke long before he said anything about it. The self proclaimed Master of Fear would pry that information out of his cold dead hands.

Bruce's teeth bare at him, but he stays alert, aware of the active threat. Part of him wondered if he'd been exposed to the toxin, and he takes stock of his own body, eyes shifting about the space to find where Scarecrow had gone when he stepped away from him, and yet he hasn't moved, his feet stay planted where they are for now and he straightens his spine, shoulders broadening. He's familiar enough with this song and dance, the boasting that the Scarecrow will do, in what he assumes is an attempt to get him to talk, to give something away...a hint at his demons. Bruce would offer no such thing. He's also not going to feed the ego of a madman further than he has.

"You know what kills fear, Crane?" Bruce speaks lowly, one of his hands move from his side to his belt, where it rests at one of the pouches. His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth. "Hope." He answers his question after a beat, shifting his weight slightly, one foot back, clearly readying himself to move, or at least make it seem like he is. "It's the one thing you can't kill, Scarecrow, no matter how much of a boogeyman you are."

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I dooooont super like the art here but you get the general idea 🙂‍↕️

text transcript under cut

college professor era (short hair)

- he had his hair shaved as a child throughout his teens in accordance to a religious ritual (tonsure) so he just started growing it out as an adult

- everybody kinda saw him as the weird skinny guy. the college board thought he was on drugs because of how thin he was

- rbf

jon of the now

- fat bear. developed a binge eating coping mechanism since he was always ostracized for his weight regardless what he did

- grew out his hair and beard mostly bc his care for himself is very low. he just stopped caring to shave

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IM STILL ALIVE I SWEAR

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i jst spent an hour trying to clear up space on my pc. needless to say im not doing anything tonight

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what kind of "i love you" are you?

i love you; i've always loved you; i will always love you.

it's commitment, it's devotion, it goes often without saying, but is felt nonetheless. it's accepting that you would travel to hell and back for them if they asked and knowing that they would do the same for you. it's an old ache, long after they've burrowed deep into your chest and settled there like a weight- grounding, an anchor point. even when you're apart, you can still feel the shape of them, it's like phantom pain. neither of you can help but succumb to the other's gravity, yet neither of you fear the collision. it means that you trust them, that they make you feel safe, that they feel like home.

snagged from @riddlesnap

tagging @thecuratxr , @dappercrime , @sanguine-salvation , @curioosity , and anyone who'd like to do it ^_^

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look at you so young and happy! where do the years go...

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Of course, he's grappled with failure his entire life, and worse, inadequacy. If he cared to think more deeply about himself than those he imposes upon, he may even reach to call it something that keeps himself awake on some bloodstained nights; the shoe he's constantly awaiting to drop, that he doesn't level up to his own standards. And the higher his tolerance for what he finds frightening rises, so does his view on his work. To hear that he had yet to earn what made the Detective the Batman... It failed to bode well, to say the least.

So he responds the best way. Surely.

"Have it your way," Scarecrow spat. "This ends th' same, no matter how hard y' push back on me, Detective." It was as if he was gone in a blink, disappearing from Bruce's side, and yet his voice and mere presence remained to encapsulate the room.

The closest thing to describe how he felt was bitter. How many times had him and Bats done this song and dance; the grapple for power and control? And yet he still failed to recognize the bigger picture. "Th' only way this pigpen you so dotingly protect can thrive is through fear. Not through the absence of it." His voice lowly echoed off the walls. "No matter how hard you try, Batman, there'll always be a boogeyman... An' you know it, too, don'tcha?" Scarecrow chuckled, degrading into a wheeze.

"You need me. Gotham needs me, needs fear, as much as it needs you jus' t' feel a semblance of peace."

      🦇—-;; Bruce raises to his full height at the Scarecrow's approach, he had not gotten close enough yet, but he has the sense to stop at the other's advance. Both too close to each other. Real eyes do not leave him for long, but the Bat does not move another inch. Not yet, like he's laying in wait, for the right moment to strike. Like a predator does to avoid injury, there would be no unnecessary risks.

He counts footsteps when Crane circles him, making note of the pattern so that he did not have to turn his head to watch him over his shoulder and his hands curl at his sides, poised to attack and defend himself with his usual martial grace, but giving no indication that he was ready to do that, his cape obscures his hands.

"I'm not here to discuss the philosophy of fear with you." Bruce understands fear and they both have too starkly different opinions. However, the Bat was not a fool, he knew well enough he's placing himself in the maw of a bear, but Crane will find he's prepared to get bit to put an end to this.

"You don't get to pick me apart." He growls, a statement that is just as much a threat as it is fact. Funny, the things that haunt Bruce, he knows them well enough, they're what drive him to don the cape and cowl. But...Crane doesn't get to be privy to that information easily. No one does.

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🍻? for jon? :3?

[ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ?

One word: loud. He's a very loud drunk, and particularly... giggly? Though it's more cackling and wheezing than anything. However, when he's drunk he tends to default to being a depressed wreck of himself. He has no regard for his own self preservation and will just ramble about nothing and, simultaneously, everything.

Nobody likes being around Jonathan when he's drunk, and it's no surprise as to why that is.

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terrible news. sleepy

ok ok ill be doing things here tonight later...

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ok ok ill be doing things here tonight later...

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Turn ask replies into threads.

If you like a response I made, you are more than allowed to just take it and make it into a thread. Some of you do this already, but others might need a bit of a verbal confirmation to let them know that they are more than allowed to do so. When I put a lot of effort into something, I really do enjoy when it sparks the need to turn things into threads with people. Whatever random situation I put our muses in normally something that I’ve wanted to write for a while, and I assume that you do too because you sent me the thing in the first place!

Write out a thing and tag me or mention me. I want to see where things go from there. Plus, who knows, if you wanted something with our muses, breaking the ice tends to make it easier to get that thing.

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As he was emphasizing his point, a hand-- or claw, perhaps, outstretched towards the night sky that shone through a dinged window, holding the moon in the palmar between his index and thumb. Finished, he shifted towards the noise, and the figure behind him who made it.

The Scarecrow eyes the detective. Where Bruce is stiff, straight-edged as a blade, his movements are fluid, and he slowly begins enclosing the gap between them. It's a circular pattern, as if rearing in on prey-- or a bird observing an animal beneath it. "A temporary respite, sure," he said. "Fear lingers where terror waits."

He rumbles a low chuckle. "No?" Of course he wasn't going to take that seriously. To face the Master of Fear and refuse his methodology, the Batman might has well have walked into the jaw of a bear and refused to be consumed.

"Humor me, won't ya?" Scarecrow was worryingly close now, though his actions and body language remained passive. "Everyone's got skeletons in their closets. Thing's that nest in their minds, doesn't dare let 'em go-- that's what breeds terror."

"Tell me; what keeps you up at night, Detective? Haunts ya even when you don't know it yet."

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"and at the end of fear, oblivion."

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍: 𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

      🦇—-;; The white lenses of the cowl narrow, clawed fingers flex at his side before his eyes shift around the room. Making a brief evaluation of the situation, to let his mind work through what he'd need to do. A handful of plans. He doesn't speak to him yet, even when his eyes drift back to the Scarecrow. "Tt.." Bruce lets out. He disagrees with the statement. He can list the things fear does to the body, to the mind, he knows them because he's felt them before. Whether it was natural, or induced by that damn fear toxin. He knows it because it's a tool he uses when dealing with the criminals in this city.

Bruce isn't looking forward to a possible dose of that, but he'll deal with it if it comes down to it, it's a risk he'll put on himself.

"Only if the fear itself never ends. But fear and terror always ends." Bruce speaks, shoulders broadening as he straights up, settling the man with a glare. "But you know I'm not here to discuss the details of fear with you."

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[ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ?

Jonathan does not appreciate being lied to. It irks him to no end, if not just flat out enrage him. Perhaps because it's yet another method that his peers have used against him, to undermine his abilities, deceive him for no reason beyond their own self-gain— or amusement. Or perhaps, it's yet another sour reminder, of being lied to about the whereabouts of his mother by someone he was supposed to consider family, for years until he discovered the truth himself.

Regardless, and perhaps in spite of this— to be told, or rather to see, that all the work he poured into unraveling the Detective, revitalizing Gotham with fear, was "worth something," would give him... a semblance of peace.

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FEAR —┈  makes you predictable . i am in control here .

semi - selective ♱ canon - divergent. indie writing blog for jonathan crane / the scarecrow as portrayed by @prismicdotmov ♱ minors dni ++ read carrd before interacting.

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