#DK Jonathan crane x reader

[yandere-wishes]

⭒°𖦹ᯓlacerationsᯓ𖦹°⭒

Author's note: I have made a wondrous discovery. It's called waking up before 10 am. You get the beautiful solitude of staying up past midnight but with an extra bout of energy. And a little extra time to waste on useless things!

WARNINGS: dead dove, Dead Dove, DEAD DOVE, gore, blood, yandere behavior, multifandom (sorta, there weren't many on either side so I just lumped them together) seriously DEAD DOVE

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. °꒷꒦︶ ๋꒷꒦︶ ๋꒷꒦

Harvey Dent - Two Face | هاروی دنت - دو چهره

You can feel the keratin sinking through skin, tearing the layer of flesh covering your back. Harvey pulls down the incision, well Harv does technically. Letting it marr his fingertips as his tongue nicks itself along your teeth. His other hand, the human side you think bitterly, Harvey, traces constellations across your thighs, nails ever only grazing skin to connect rogue stars. You suck in a sharp breath when his lips abandon yours, feel the longing of his blue eyes sinking into you.

"Don't think" he rasps, voice smooth as silk so soft it makes you maon. "Let the coin choose," he demands voice so gruff you practically feel the sandpaper skating across your skin. The coin dances across the air like loose flower petals to the wind. Only to land scarred side up. You feel the burning ache again, his nails digging into your chest, leaving jagged trails in their wake. Harvey kisses you again, pushing his pain past your teeth and down your gasping throat.

Jason Todd - Red Hood | جیسون تاد - نقاب قرمز

You wonder if he thinks no one would realize if he died. No one would care. That's the problem with dead things walking, it's hard to weep for something twice gone.

Jason's lips are cold, they're always cold, he's never quite as warm as he should be, then again what dead thing is? You can taste the blood and lukewarm Coca-Cola as he forces his tongue past your sealed lips. Sweet iron flooding your mouth, probably from a gash inside his mouth. Your nails dig into the clean-cut scar engraved across his chest. It's instinctual trying to ward off the dead. His hands lay heavy atop your hips memento mori seeping into the bones. Your palms brace his shoulders but there's no defying death.

Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow | جاناتان کرین - مترسک

It makes sense, he thinks as your little fingers thread the needle through his skin and pull trying to seal the bleeding. Scarecrow, scarecrow, a patchwork of old fabrics to brittle for clothes. What's the difference when it comes to him? He's no less patchwork no less a menace than the straw-stuffed mascots he claims to be. But, and although he knows this isn't perfectly logical, Jonathan can't help but wonder if any scarecrow has ever wished for their seamstress to trail languid kisses across the scars, across the patchwork. To brush their ethereal lips along each stitch. To make the pain worth it.

He loves the way you cry and squirm. Withering in pain the needles pierce through flesh, lacing thread and skin. His tongue laps at the blood still spilling from the half-open wound. Relishing in the shaky breath you take and the delicate hiss of pain. The needles sink in again, threading faster. There's some mirthful irony stored somewhere in all of this. He just can't tell what it fully is.

Roman Sionis - Black Mask | رومن سیونیس - ماسک سیاه

You listen to his music, to the thundering 80's metal reverberating across the room as if trying to break the bars of some invisible cage as if trying to seep through dimensions. Roman lets out a lazy breath of smoke, you let the scent burn your nostrils and sink into your flesh. MINE it screams just like everything else he does. You take your own intake, harboring the smoke between your cheeks letting the poison trickle down your lungs until you can't breathe. Then out into the air chasing pathetically after Roman's smoke. Cause isn't that what life is? An endless chase? Trailing after the thing that broke you, that scarred you beyond repair. What happens when you catch it? Do you kill it or kiss it? Will it let you do either?

Roman props himself up on his elbow, black eyes roaming over your scarcely dressed form. "Cute" he mutters, the timber of his voice always echos. You blame the mask, the ebony ivory. Roman brings the cigarette down, the molten heat penetrating the fat of your thigh. You moan or scream, as the sizzling of your skin rings within your ears. The burnt flesh reeks. You wither beneath the pain letting it engulf you and sink inside till your bones cry. Roman twists the cigarette making sure the ashes tumble down your leg little embers leaving dead stars across your flesh. When he finally lifts the dreaded thing you can't help but trace your fingers over the burnt bound. But he swats your fingers away instead, inserting his own, digging his nails into the raw patch until you cry out again.

Anakin Skywalker - Darth Vader | آناکین اسکای واکر - دارت ویدر

The smile he offers is too genuine, too golden. It stings more than the phantom pain scratching at your wrist. Ani's fingers trace the wires of your exposed hand with all the gentleness you'd expect from someone so holy. Twirling wire ends together before binding them with the silver alloy.

He breaks, lifting his head to leave shallow kisses across the valley of your hand where flesh meets metal. Laughing so sweetly when you wince that it makes your stomach churn. Sometimes he lets the iron slip, letting it tickle your arm and imprint it's fine tip across your glowing skin as if it's all a joke, some inside quip between two friends. But you take it sharply cursing at the galaxy beneath your breath for all its cruel cruel mockery.

Darth Maul | دارت مول

Maybe it's the hunger, that makes everything worse. The desperate need for his attention, molten gold gaze bearing into your soul. Taking apart the broken thing and chipping off more pieces than you care to count. Slowly you pace forward, surprised when he lets you lay your hand atop his. Lets you draw closer to his saber.

You feel the burning light kissing your lips, daring you to open your mouth. Your tongue slowly lulls out empaling itself on the red light. Maul laughs at the burning scent that wafts through the starship. Inhales it desperately, engraving it across his mind. Why does this hurt less than his kisses? Why does being burnt by laser light feel so must sweeter than the touches your lover weaves across your fractured body? Lightsaber burns on your tongue, burnt sugar wafting through the air it's all better than the all-consuming darkness that Maul pushes between your bones each night.

[levimanco]

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

DK! Jonathan hcs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s all for now I will post more later

[madame-fear]

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. ♡

[h4unted-d4rling]

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

[d3athmaskd1v1n3]

Have you seen Arkham Shadow? I would please like some general yan hc's about that particular Jonathan Crane, but gen Arkhamverse is fine too :) I love old men 😳

General Yandere Jonathan Crane headcanons

This man is so sinister and evil so I am going to have a fucking blast coming up with crazy shit. Thank you, anon! (TW: general yandere bullshit, inappropriate patient/doctor dynamics, gaslighting, some more suggestive headcanons as well. Minors please scroll past and DNI.)

You just know he is going to psychoanalyze you. He's going to ask about everything that can allow him to map out your psyche. I hope you like to talk about your childhood because he's asking about that a lot!

He'll also try to become your therapist. Do you already have a therapist? Oh, well, would you look at that! Looks like something bad has happened to them and they have to retire. Good thing Crane is willing to help you for free!

If your treatment is going well, he will not hesitate to gaslight you into thinking you're still mentally unwell and that you still need him. He may even intentionally make you worse so you'll depend on him more.

If he deems anyone a threat, he'll make sure to drive them insane, as well. Just slip some chemicals and fear toxin into their food and they'll go mad in no time!

He will call you "dear" and "dearest." Sometimes he'll call you his "dearest (Y/N)."

He's surprisingly affectionate. He's going to wrap his lanky body around you anytime he gets the opportunity.

Jonathan will kiss your neck just to get a reaction out of you. He won't even seem too fazed by it, either. He'll just act like he's unaware of how it affects you.

He generally enjoys observing how you react to things, even mundane things. Again, he is obsessed with understanding you on a deeper psychological level so he takes note of everything.

Over all, he just wants to be the one to know everything about you. He wants to be the one who is responsible for you, and the one who can control your life.

[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]

Just thought of this:

All the Scarecrows you write for reacting to their trans S/O (who takes T injections) having just injected their/his leg, forgetting about it and while still sitting down laughing at a joke and slapping their thighs as a reaction. S/O then proceeds to yell out in pain because they/he accidentally slapped the spot they just injected, causing them to laugh even harder at their/his own misfortune

(Sorry if the ask is a bit long)

this took a bit long bc of the amount of characters and bc i was worried abt this being inaccurate bc i myself don't take t shots D:

Anyhow, this was fun to write!

Arkhamverse, BTAS, BTAA, DK Scarecrow x reader

Warnings & Notes: obv mentions of syringes, could be ooc in some parts bc im still a bit rusty, not proofread

ARKHAM ASYLUM

“I assume you won’t be needing help with that.” Jonathan stated quite matter-of-factly as he walked past you to his workstation. You hummed in response, gently flicking the needle to get any air bubbles out.

Sticking the needle in your thigh carefully and injecting the liquid, you watched Jonathan get to work – he was always so calm and calculated. Taking out the needle, you sighed in relief. You were taken aback by the sound of glass shattering, which made you turn towards the source of the noise – Jonathan’s work station. There, on the ground laid the remains of a glass bottle and a puddle of orange liquid. Jonathan’s irritation was evident in his… lack of an expression and tense posture. It wouldn’t have been funny if it weren’t for the second bottle falling onto the ground when he turned away. You put your other hand across your mouth to avoid laughing at the situation. Your other hand, however, landed a bit harder than necessary on your thigh, right on top of where the needle was injected.

“FUCK-” you yelled, making Jonathan turn to face you so quickly you’d think he’d get whiplash. The situation and his reaction just made you laugh even more and he practically ran to you to assess the damage. “No, Jonathan, It’s fine- I’m just-” You laughed, making him take a few steps behind.

“You really shouldn’t be so reckless with your medication-” He started, crossing his arms with a grin on his face.

“You really gonna go all doctor on me?” You laughed at him, holding onto his shoulder for balance.

“I’m afraid so.” He said, grinning.

ARKHAM KNIGHT

Gotham was in complete, utter chaos. Ever since Scarecrow announced his prescense and the Arkham Knight’s militia came to the city, everyone left – except for the people wanting to take advantage of the situation and the people trying to resolve the situation. People like the penguin, Mad hatter and even firefly were in the city, doing what they did best.

You had been just taking your t-shots when the comms rang – Nygma was trying to contact Jonathan. Putting the empty syringe on the table, you walked into his lab.

“Jonathan, you done yet? Nygma is uhh… trying to contact you.” You walked into his lab – it was pretty clean if you ignored the stray bottles and notes laying around. “Said it’s something about-”

“His plans do not concern me. He’s distracting batman – that’s all that matters right now with him.”

“Allright, I’ll make sure to tell him.” You chuckled at his irritation with Nygma and walked just outside the lab. You turned on the radio, hearing nygma mutter something about having to wait so long. “Nygma?”

“You?! I called scarecrow, not you!”

“Yeah, well, he isn’t available right now.” You sighed, already tired with him. “So leave a message or call later.” You could practically hear the smoke come out of his ears as he started,

“What could be so important he can’t answer to me?!”

“I don’t know, working? Making more toxin? Planning? There’s a lot of options, if I’m honest.” You laughed. Before he could respons, the connection cut. Did he break it in frustration? Did he cut the connection? Whatever the case, you found it funny. You started to quietly laugh at him, slapping your thigh. You shouted in pain, catching Jonathan’s attention in the lab. This only made you laugh more, and he came out.

“Are you allright?” He asked, voice emotionless as ever.

“Ye- yeah, just- give me a moment here.” You responded, laughing on the ground.

BTAS

“You’re sure you weren’t imagining it? You know, wouldn’t be too outrageous if one of them toxin canisters were leakin’..” You questioned Anthony, one of Jonathan’s goons doubtfully, with a slight smile on your face.

“No, no! I swear! I saw it with my own two eyes!” He tried, but you weren’t buying it.

“Batman has a kid fight for him? You really believe that?” You asked, unknowing that he did, indeed have a boy wonder fight by his side now. “I mean, I’d expect him to be against having some kid fight with him.”

“No, I saw a guy get his ass handed to him by that kid!” Nigel joined in.

“You what?” You asked, giggling a little. “You’re sure?”

“Yeah! He was maybe like this tall-” He started, holding up a hand at a height he claimed this boy wonder was at. “And the guy didn’t stand a chance!” You laughed at this, slapping your hand at your thigh, where you had a fresh injection site. You felt a sting in your thigh, and cursed in pain.

“OW, SHIT-” you yelled, standing up from your chair. Nigel and Anthony looked at you worriedly, which only made you laugh at the situation.

“What’s going on here?” Jonathan asked as he walked into the room.

“Boss- They just- yelled in pain and now-” Anthony started explaining as Jonathan looked down at you.

“I’m- I’m fine, I promise.” You laughedm looking up at Jonathan. “Just stings a bit” He furrowed his brows at this, concerned.

“We’ll uhh… leave them to you, boss,” Anthony said as he dragged nigel with him outside the room.

“...Did you hit the injection site?”

“Maybe.”

“I told you not to-”

“Well, I was livin’ in the moment, Doc.”

THE DARK KNIGHT TRILOGY

Jonathan’s lab wasn’t the best choice when it came to taking your shots. It was grimy, messy and… well, not very hygienic. Rust covered many of the metallic surfaces and chemical bottles littered the tables. Yet here you were listening to a radio, sticking a needle into your thigh. You’ve grown used to it – the sting of the liquid spreading wasn’t as bad as the soreness that came afterwards. The radio next to you hadn’t played any songs in a while – instead the hosts were having a conversation, which you had been listening to while waiting for Jonathan to come back. He had gone to fetch something – a specific chemical he needed.

Jonathan oepned the door to the lab, hearing you giggle at the radio. He didn’t pay too much attention to it until he heard a slap and an “OW, FUCK-” coming from you. He quickly walked so he could see you, hand resting on your thigh – presumably the spot you had slapped. He raised his eyebrow, until he noticed the discarded syringe next to you. He sighed, watching as you started laughing even more at your own misfortune. He said nothing, and went back to work with a smile.

BATMAN AUDIO ADVENTURES

Taking your testosterone wasn’t that scary – you’d gotten used to the needle with time. But whenever Jonathan insisted on doing it for you, it was a different story. He had this effect of making even the most innocent things seem atleast a bit unsettling – He prided himself in that. He grinned as he inserted the needle in your thigh without much of a warning, making you jump slightly at the sting.

“You know – you could warn me when you do that.”

“oopsie-daisy, seems I forgot - ” He laughed and pulled out the now empty needle, setting it aside. “but a little scare never killed anyone.”.

“I’m going to have to disagree with you there.” You responded, furrowing your brows at him.

“Now, when has anyoene ever died from a little fear?” He started, standing up proudly. “I would know, yes?”

“You’re goddamn annoying, you know that?” You smiled up at him. He laughed in response, grabbing his burlap mask and putting it on.

“Oh shoot, am I?” He jokingly asked, dramatically turning towards the door. “I’m afraid I just don’t believe that.”

“Oh you fucking-” You started, slapping your thigh and standing up. In that moment, you had completely forgotten about just having a needle in your thigh just moments ago. You felt a sharp pain in your thigh and yelled in pain – catching Jonathan off guard. You started laughing at your own pain and forgetfulness, to which he started giggling along.

[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.

[madame-fear]

thanks for tagging me @southern-fried-simpin !! ♡ so i have quite a few WIPs, but here are the most developed/half written ones:

ೃ⁀➷ WORKS : ⋆·˚ ༘ *

— The Light That Shreds Through Darkness [ Lucerys Velaryon x Aunt!Velaryon! Reader | chapter 01/05. ] *

— Fever Dream [ Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader ]

— Secret Sneaking [ Lucerys Velaryon x Reader | both betrothed together. ]

— Headcanons for being DK! Jonathan Crane S/O and Bruce Wayne trying to flirt with you.

— Sick in Love [ Lucerys Velaryon x Reader ] *

— A yet untitled one shot where the reader marries a man from a noble house after finding out Lucerys got beteothed to his cousin, but our boy clashes into their wedding while riding Arrax and confesses his love for her and asks her to leave far away with him. 😭❤

ೃ⁀➷ NOTES : ⋆·˚ ༘ *

1 ) this is for a request. I won't include a summary just to keep it a secret yet and not spoil anything by mistake.

2 ) Lucerys is forced to confess his love to you before someone else does, and they find the perfect opportunity for him to do so when you fall sick, and he has to take care of you.

3 ) these are only A FEW wips from the many, many ones i have. :")

*ೃ༄ TAGLIST : .ೃ࿐

@tickle-euphoria @damatheirin @faces-ofvenus @countsmoon @gothy-froggy @mrsgrwy @darkmoviesquotespizza @tchatso @captainsophiestark @like-rain-or-confetti @laultimahijadelcaos

WIP

Thanks for the tag, @river9noble <3

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I love it. This is such a cool idea, and being asked about it is a motivating manner to start new stories! By alphabetical order, I currently have:

- Angel shoulder verse [Jaysteph & Riddlebat]

- Blood and Chocolate [Scriddler & teenager!Stephanie]

- Cute Valentine [Riddlebat]

- Detective Ed x Batman 

- Draft [character study]

- Iron Riddle - next [Edward & Tony Stark]

- Kiddo Steph

- Mermaid [Riddlebat]

- Orphan Superman [Clark & Edward]

- Peculiar Children [Riddlebat & batkids]

- Peter Pan [Riddlebat & batkids]

- Roguekids [villains & batkids]

- Split [Scriddler & teenager!Stephanie]

- Stephanie in Riddleland

- Teen Riddlebat

- Wayne Side Story [Jaysteph & Riddlebat]

- Wayward Sisters [Stephanie & Enigma & Edward]

Notes:

- I decide not to include my current novels in progress which already have posted chapters and WILL (eventually) be updated on AO3… soon? maybe? XD. Thus these are strictly stories not started yet… even if some have been heavily implied during former fics already ;)

- Everything I write contains Edward Nygma no matter what. It’s the rule number 1. Then it very often contains Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd (out of 17, 14 of the stories above give them a share of the spotlight), plus Bruce Wayne. And Jonathan Crane hanging out never far behind ;)

- Ask me anything, I’d love to give you an insight / answer a question or see what you guessed from just a draft title ^^

Edit: alright, the rules said titles only… but I just returned to this post to add between [-] the main ship / main dynamics in the story when the titles are very unclear, because I feel like that might influence your choice if you want to ask me about one of these WIPs. Enjoy!

If they want to share their drafts as well, I’ll tag some writers I love: @tobithetobi @reine-du-sourire @sigma-time-lord @local-roro @susspirria @korereapers 

And anyone who’d like to give it a try :)

[levimanco]

More Yandere Jonathan Crane HCS to satisfy my Sick soul.

TW/CW: Yandere crane, dark themes.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO DARK THEMES SUCH AS MURDER KIDNAPPING AND VILLAIN ATTACKS.

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•I’m a firm believer that Crane has A tight schedule for little dove to follow. Like, picture a school or work schedule. Only one 30 minute break for little dove to relax before having to jump back into routine.

• Little Dove’s outfits will end up changing due to How much Crane likes a simple outfit on them. Some type of skirt dress or shirt and pants that always matches his lifestyle.

•Little dove will be treated like a pet at first, just until he breaks and moulds little dove to his taste and style.

•having to hear him excitedly tell you all his schemes and workday because in the end Who can little dove tell when they’re trapped in their cage?

•Crane loves splurging money on hygiene products for you of any kind because he’ll know his little dove will have the best quality products and the best hygiene.

•Buys you perfumes he think you’d be delicious smelling in because of how well it compliments your natural scent. Because he’s a doctor afterall and he prides in good health and hygiene for his little dove.

•If little dove asks for something they better look up at him with pretty pleading eyes or he might make you work for it. What’s scarier about it is that you’ll never know how. (Could be kinky could be gruesomely terrifying)

•Crane was never a physical touch person until he finally got his hands on his sweet little dove, always having a hand anywhere he can on little dove

• “My dear, you are like a toxin. An addiction. I find myself yearning for you for every moment that I am not in your presence. You are my toxin that I simply can’t live without, My sweet little dove.”

•Crane hates to admit it to himself, but if he Ever lost his Little dove forever. He wouldn’t be able to do anything except terrorise Gotham city in ways that could give the Joker nightmares.

That’s all for now, enjoy.

[madame-fear]

thank you so much❤. So my idea is:

Y/N is a Wayne , meaning she is Bruce Wayne's little sister ( well not little but younger than him)She has always been fighting the Villains with her brother( umm, we could say she is a hero, having her own suit and nobody knows her real identity) . The most important thing is that her worst enemy that she fears is Scarecraw . In the past they two had a big fight causing Y/N to go to the hospital . Her back is full of bruises because of Scarecraw and the worst is that after their fight and after waking up to the hospital, she forgets many things of her life and one of them is forgetting Scarecraw. Bruce didn't dare to tell her about their fight or about him but he promised himself that he would take revenge. Well after years and Y/N is finally healed she starts her life again. She wanted again to fight with his brother and Bruce finally let her. Well one day Y/N meets dr Crane and finds him really brilliant. So there it goes... They start a secret relationship bc Y/N doesn't want Bruce to know thinking her young sister should not be in a relationship. Let's act like Bruce doesn't know who Jonathan really is and of course Y/N doesn't know about his identity as the Scarecraw. I also thought that maybe one day when Y/N was at his home she saw his mask and asked him about what was that. Then Jonathan just said that he made that mask and he called it Scarecraw. ( He of course didn't say that he was Scarecraw or anything) But things doesn't get well after Bruce told her that they had to be aware of a man named Scarecraw. At first Y/N thought that the names where just a coincidence but after they met she recognized the mask. Well Scarecraw didn't know that the girl with the suit was Y/N . So how will Scarecraw learn about Y/N's identity? One day that they were alone he noticed some bruises on her back that he had seen again in the past. Then both characters realized the had fallen for their worst enemies. ( *also wanna say that Scarecraw's fear gas doesn't work on Y/N because she already sees what she fears the most , Scarecraw himself. )

That's my idea of the story, I hope u like it and of course you don't have to write it if you are not interested or don't like it ❤❤

Hello my dear!! ❤ Yes ofc I absolutely loved the plot! So sorry this took half a year to answer 😅

I was originally going to respond to this ask by writing the first chapter of the fic, but I think I will first organise the title and chapters of the story, then I will tag you in the masterlist with all the chapters of the story, if that's alright with you <3

[madame-fear]

I LOVE THIS AJAJHSJSKKG💕💕😍😍🥰🥰 This headcanon is just amazing 😩🙌🙌🙌

Can you do a scenario with the scene dk trilogy

Where Jonathan is the """"judge""""" in gotham and his s/o is helping him bc they're also his partner in crime or stuff

(This one 😭)

"JUDGE" JONATHAN CRANE WITH HELPFUL! S/O

YES! Finally can make this after watching all the Dark Knight movies (loved it)

He married you as soon as he got out. He just couldn't wait. Since he was the "judge," he decided that you both are married.

He made a whole place next to him for you to be next to him. Before the ones in "trial" show up he goes over the list.

He will get people to find anyone who wronged you. He will show no mercy. Will literally give them to people to torture however they decide to.

He's a little....bat-shit crazy at this point. He'll help you up to the "throne" and talks your ear off about the power you both have.

"My dear, look at how much power we have now. We can control everything and do everything." He desperately spoke quietly. Jonathan caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Nothing can keep us apart now. We are the law, the government, the city. We own it."

Please do help him. He has SO many people to punish and execute! He has piles and piles of work. He gets a little grumpy and snappy.

"That's a lot of work honey."

"Ah really? I haven't noticed myself yet, love." He snaps with a glare. He takes his glasses off and brings a hand to his head.

"Sorry, just a lot of work."

"Here, give me the piles and we'll go through them. Together."

Jonathan looks up with a stupid smirk.

"I'm not fond of superheros, but it seems I've fallen for one." He mutters as he kisses the palm of your hand.

He got some people to steal pretty rings off of people before the trial starts for the two of you.

"Dear, what should we do with this one here?"

"I think you should make him walk on the frozen water."

"We've made a decision!"

He definitely lost his goddamn mind fully, but he loves you just as much as before. And that's something that'll never change.

He will punish anyone by request. Anyone. It's his way of saying thank you for reading names off from the piles of work, bringing him beverages, giving him a massage when needed, taking over when something's wrong, etc.

He finds it really attractive when you get pissed off at someone during a trial. Yelling and making them go quiet gets Jonathan only staring at you.

Let's just say he'll be showing his appreciation in another way.... ;)

[levimanco]

You know the drill by now, Come on. It’s more Yandere Jonathan crane HC’s who are we kidding? Let’s go. Chop. Chop!

CONTENT WARNINGS: YANDERE THEMES, DARK THEMES, SOME NSFW.

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•Crane is a Very Sassy individual we all knew this. You best believe that sass that he carries to work and his ‘job’ is gonna be attached to him at home where he holds Little Dove captive.

•Crane can sometimes be sassy with Little dove in a way that sounds so professional it stuns Little dove and stops them in their tracks as confusion tries to fight its way to Little Doves face.

•picture it with me, come on. “Little dove, your attitude is quite youthfully defiant. Do you miss being a misbehaving child?” The audacity. The audacity to politely sass Little Dove of being childish and to Even reprimand Little dove like that.

•Crane most definitely blessed with the good skin genes and he-smugly-knows this, yet somehow, he will still join little dove on skincare routines If Little dove politely asks him. If Little dove doesn’t ask he’s still watching Little Dove like a Hawk.

•he feels a sense of subtle pride that little dove is taking care of their hygiene well, especially since Little Dove is using the ones He gave them. Though his face looks blank, you know he’s prideful and smug about it by the look in his eyes.

•Crane has photos of Little Dove in his office drawer, nothing vulgar, just a photo of Little dove’s innocent face looking at the camera. He hates the effect Little Dove has on him, He missed Little Dove every and any time they were apart because he had to work.

•the office drawer is locked because no one else is allowed to have the privilege of seeing His Little Dove. Even if just a photo. The scarecrow would enjoy any visit to anyone who dared get a peek.

•Little Dove’s moods are often charted onto a little document so Crane can See how well his Little Dove is behaving. But there’s a secret to the chart.

• Crane Secretly Uses the chart to keep track of when Little Dove is most fertile. The thought of being able to torture little dove by riling them up and leaving them with nothing on those days. He learned Little Dove’s fertility cycle.

•He would be shameless, pressing flush against Little Dove and whispering filthy things in Little Dove’s ear as his fingers start to teasingly circle around Little Dove’s most sensitive spots. Only for him to pull away and walk off with a little mischievous smirk, he very much expects Little Dove to beg him to fill them. He won’t oblige, at first.

•Little Dove better beg to his liking… wouldn’t want Little Dove To receive Not one crumb of relief.

•But if Little Dove begs him just right, in that desperate little tone while he’s teasing Little Dove? Oh boy, Little Dove better prepare for a wild and rough night in bed with him.

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That’s all, enjoy.

[levimanco]

NSFW YANDERE JONATHAN CRANE

NO TIME FOR WARNINGS BC IF I WRITE DOWN SOME ILL FORGET MY HEAD CANNONS SO THIS IS ALL YOU GET!! BEWARE!!

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•Crane isn’t overly active but when he is sometimes the outcome is scarily surprising.

•Picture a lottery wheel except the only way you’ll know what the answers on the lottery wheel are gonna be known to you if that’s what you hit on the lottery. It can be known as the wheel of misfortune. Sometimes.

•crane can be sickly sweet to His little dove sometimes, Praising his Little dove for such obedience as he repeatedly -and obsessively- rails into little dove until little Dove is cockdrunk.

•Crane can be absolutely cruel and berating to his little dove sometimes. Dosing them with a shot of adrenaline as he wraps his gloved hand strongly around your throat, mercilessly ramming into you as his hand grips your neck tighter. You nearly see black every time until the grip loosens enough to regain your sore haze. Your poor insides are sore and though you’re so scared… your body begs for more.

•Crane can be so demanding sometimes. “My sweet little dove, so naive and pure… wear a skirt, I must have you accessible to me for any misbehaviour~” His voice would coo in a sing song voice that would rack a shiver down little doves spine and a sadistic smirk from Crane.

•Little dove always knows when Crane wants to devour them because he’ll snap the band of their underwear teasingly but say nothing because he expects Little Dove to understand his nonverbal commands. Even if he just invented one. Little dove better hope they guessed right on nonverbal commands… or else.

• Crane doesn’t expect you to go down on him unless he is punishing you. He is merciless with it, one hand gripping your hair tightly while the other’s pulling at the chain collar and leash he put around your neck like he intends to end you.

•Crane won’t often go down on you because like I said in a previous post, He’s addicted to you, and obsessed. If he goes down on Little Dove? He won’t stop even if his jaw locks. Little dove will have probably orgasmed so many times that it hurts so bad to move afterwards.

•Crane loves using cuffs and hospital restraints on Little dove. Both things he can easily acquire due to his job as a psychiatrist at Arkham and as his Alias as Scarecrow.

•the Aftercare is extremely unexpected and unique, he will clean up Little dove with medical precision and care while he coos little vulgar comments and questions to little dove who is too fucked out to even answer. Example below.

A.) “Awww, is my sweet Little dove sore~? Can my little dove even sputter out a coherent sentence I wonder~” He mused as a clean rag swiped harshly against Little Dove’s centre making Little dove jerk and whine in pain. He smirked and chuckled sinisterly at their reaction. “I didn’t think so.” He ran his finger through little dove’s hair patronisingly. “perfectly obedient and mindless.” He sighed in a sickeningly content kind of expression. One of peace and relief and a Crumbling landslide of dread creeping into Little Dove as Crane continued to clean them up and dress Little dove in their dainty little nightclothes.

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THATS ALL IM SORRY BYE IM IN A RUSH

[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

[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