#ak scarecrow

[gl1tchr]

the theme of this dump is Jonathan Crane

[rottinginwonderland]

We are so back.

[linxrouge4life]

Made some more of these meme thingies + Linx with them bc its fun so have these

Some might not be fully accurate.

[cornetespoir]

Sketching some Cranes

[children-of-arkham]

I didnt try this time so heres some scriddler:

[magicofthemoonlight]

Happy Halloween!

[thesleepyhollows]

Message brought to you by the scarecrow fanclub

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Pick your favorite robo girls/Angelina! I’d love to see an imagine of them reacting to their S/O falling asleep on the transport back home, and what they do from there.

I can see the more… caring? Motherly? Girls picking their S/O up like a child who fell asleep in the car and bring them in, lul.

(GFL) S/O falling asleep on the way back

RO635, ST-AR 15, M4 SOPMOD II, AK-15, RPK-16, Angelia, HK416, G11, SPAS-12, WA2000, Gager, Hunter, Architect, and Scarecrow

Not as much as my favorites, but the gals who need more love this time around! Might do more if asked again for the others.

RO felt her core start to heat up when S/O leaned into her shoulder, clearly exhausted from the operation.

S/O and some other human personnel were required to go out, and Anti-Rain had successfully escorted them, thankfully being an uneventful patrol.

Regardless, they humans were required to do lots of repairs and physical labor to get it working and most were tired like S/O.

Though she was embarrassed since S/O was getting too comfortable in front of her squad, RO still smiled and gently put one hand on their head.

Her good mood quickly vanished when she saw M16, her eyebrows going up and down with a smirk growing. RO frowned at her squadmate, her voice barely going above a whisper as to not wake S/O up.

(RO635) "Wipe that smirk off!"

(M16A1) "What, you gonna make me with S/O on your lap?"

STAR started to fidget when S/O's weight started to increase on her shoulder, not really knowing what to do.

Should she wake them up? But then again they looked so...peaceful.

A small smile forming, she instead just holds their hand but remains awake and quiet, waiting for the Black Hawk to get back to base.

(ST AR-15) "You look cute when you're sleeping."

STAR quietly commented to herself, making her own head lean onto them, but not feeling too tired. She wouldn't rest just yet.

At least not until they were back in their own dorm.

SOPMOD pouts when she realizes S/O fell asleep when she was in the middle of talking.

She was just about to show them some really cool souvenirs she found on the field too!

Sighing a little too loudly, SOPMOD's head bangs against the Black Hawk as her lips flutter in bordeom.

Now she had to wait until they woke up, which was gonna be HOURS from now!

(M4 SOPMOD II) "Hmph! Fine, I guess I'll wait..."

15 knew S/O was fatigued the moment they got onto the Black Hawk.

15 didn't blame them, even she was feeling a bit drained, and she didn't even need to sleep.

Her voice is quiet enough for only S/O to hear, but she knew they weren't awake.

(AK-15) "Good work today, S/O."

With one hand gently brushing against theirs, she makes sure they're fastened in their seat so they won't lean out.

After doing so, she quickly enters into a sleeping mode herself, joining S/O in getting some peace and quiet.

(RPK-16) "Aw, how cute."

16 chuckles when she sees S/O sleeping next to her.

Well, at least they were comfortable enough to do so around her and DEFY.

That, or they were too exhausted to care, which was fair enough.

Part of her wants to poke them awake or tease them, but decides to do that later.

They at least earned a little bit of a break, but she certainly wasn't going to wake them up when they got back. She wanted to see AK-15 or AN-94 do that.

Angelia had gone out into the field, accompanied by S/O.

She rarely needs to follow her own squad out, but since this specific patrol required a human, it'd better for her to do so than the Commander.

But it was annoyingly long and uneventful.

So when S/O fell asleep, she didn't chastise them for it.

What she did mind was the fact their head found its way onto her shoulder, making her sigh.

(Angelia) "Couldn't even wait 'till we got back home, could you?"

She was going to have words with S/O for doing this in front of DEFY.

416 rolls her eyes and groans when S/O is asleep.

She moves to wake them up, but stops at the last second as her hand grabs their arms.

Blushing slightly, she saw just how at ease S/O was. Doubly so when they were sitting closer to her than needed.

(UMP9) "Aw, how cute!-"

(HK416) "Shut your trap, not a word."

(G11) "...How come you let them sleep-"

(HK416) "Because S/O doesn't sleep nearly 24/7."

(UMP45) "Psh, talk about boyfriend/girlfriend privelege.-"

(HK416) "Quiet you little shits."

G11 is not far behind in joining S/O in sleeping.

(G11) "Hm...comfy."

She quickly falls asleep herself, resting on S/O's lap, leaving no one in 404 surprised.

HK416 moved to yank her off S/O, but UMP45 stopped her.

(UMP45) "Let the love birds be, HK. They've earned the rest."

(HK416) "My ass. G11 is always asleep."

SPAS panics a little when S/O starts leaning towards her as they're asleep.

She frantically moves her equipment out the way so S/O's head didn't collide into armor plates.

Barely getting it out of the way in time, she breathes a sigh of relief when S/O is resting comfortably on her chest.

...Wait, her chest?

Now she's panicking for a very different reason, all the while trying to stay quiet for their sake.

WA mumbles something under her breath about S/O being a blockhead, but not loud enough to wake them.

Instead, she just blushes and continues her line of "insults" in her head, wrapping both arms around S/O's and holding them close.

(WA2000) ...Idiot. You should have gotten better rest.

It was only the two of them in the Black Hawk since this was just an excursion into Griffin Territory, which she didn't mind letting her guard down a bit more than usual.

Something she quickly regretted when the doors opened and Kalina, the Commander, and G36 all saw her asleep with S/O.

Gager didn't know how to feel, seeing S/O asleep on her shoulder.

On one hand, it made her proud that they felt that safe around her. Of course they'd feel safe, she was superior to any Griffin Doll.

But at the same time, were they an idiot? Here was a former enemy, and they were literally just on her, without a care in the world.

Gager's fingers intertwine with S/O's thinking to herself.

(Gager) I wonder...what do you see in me?

Hunter quietly chuckles to herself, slightly tilting S/O's head off her gently.

She was a T-Doll, they really shouldn't be sleeping on them. Plus if something were to happen, Hunter would be ready to spring into action.

She couldn't do that if her lover was occupying half her space.

(Hunter) "Hm, maybe later, S/O."

She at the very least makes sure they're comfortable on the ride back, thoughtfully glancing at their sleeping expression with a soft smile.

Architect groans at S/O falling asleep, knowing she'd have no one to talk to on the way back.

...Granted, the other Coalition Forces with her were there, but they could only make beep-boop noises, or speak binary.

Sure she could translate that instantly, but that was too much work!

(Architect) "Come ooooon, we still got another hour! It's too quiet without you speaking!"

She shakes them awake, though being careful enough not to hurt them.

Scarecrow's eyes shift to the right, seeing S/O fall asleep.

She simply hums audibly as she doesn't move an inch, much like her namesake, remaining still.

Were humans always this trusting of former enemies?

Whatever, it made no difference to her.

...Is what she told herself, yet her "emotions" from the Protocol Assimilation were going haywire, unsure if she would wake them or leave them be.

(Scarecrow) "You remain constantly to be illogical, S/O..."

[exaflux]

Screaming and crying and throwing up

[jasonsknight3]

Alright, it is time for chapter two! Enjoy!

⚠️warning⚠️ violence, mentions of gore, gun, and drugs.

The longest night

Chapter two

Fear Begins Now

Ever since you lost Jason it felt like a piece of you was missing. In its place was a deep hole that was filled back up with loneliness, sadness, and emptiness. Sure, you picked yourself back up but you have never loved another since Jason. You tried but. O filled that void. That loss. However, picking yourself up doesn’t mean that you are completely healed. In fact, you weren’t. You knew that. Sometimes you still have nightmares about that film. The film Joker sent Batman.

Your presence wasn’t known to Alfred, Batman, or Nightwing. All of them watched the film. Jason was so…broken, dead eyes, empty. He was empty. His body, broken and hurt. Misshapen, pieces missing, cuts, burns. A horrid sight. He was tied to a chair with barbed wire. Joker's voice came through the video. “Have you got something to tell the nice man Jason?” Joker questioned. Jason’s voice was rough and barely audible. “My name…is Jason Todd.” He said without looking at the camera recording him. Joker walked into the camera view and circled around Jason. “And who do ya hate?” Joker asked with an edge of humor in his voice as if trying to not laugh at a cruel joke. “Batman.” Jason answered quietly. “Excellent, of course you do.” Joker turned back to the camera, his face taking up most of it. “Here that Bats? Kidd not yours anymore. He’s mine. Mine to do with as I wish.” Joker walked away from the camera screen and spoke in a “hey I just got an idea” kind of way. “Hey, I never asked, what’s the big secret?” Joker curled around Jason leaning down to him. “Who is the big bad Bats name?” He cooed. “Tell me?” Joker walked away standing a little bit away from Jason. “Of course sir, it’s…” before Jason could even say a word Joker pulled out his ace of spades. His 15-3 revolver and shot Jason knocking him over. Seeing that you screamed in pain. It felt as if you had been shot too. Except there was no freedom of death. The bullet leaving you with pain, loss, and suffering. Bruce had you dragged out of the room by nightwing. Everyone mourned, everyone except Bruce. He never openly cried and you didn’t forgive him for that.

Currently you work at a business office as a “coffee girl” is what they call you. However, you really just work the front desk answering calls, organizing documents, and running errands. Surprisingly, you made good money but were treated poorly. Your second job was a bit more secretive. You still stayed in the loop with Batman and the rest of the crew. Often you walk the streets dressed in dark clothes and eavesdrop on criminals. Most of the time you find a nice spot to sit. Listen. When you listen you hear plans. Hear information on criminal activity. Your second job was slipping information to the vigilantes.

Standing on the rooftop the night sky was cloudy tonight as usual. The air smelled of rain to come. Rain would feel nice on a night like this. “Hey little birdie.” The sudden sound of Nightwing’s voice scared a small yelp out of you before you punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that Dick!” He just laughed, “Ow, you didn’t have to hit me.” Sick rubbed his shoulder with a smile. Dick changed as he grew older and more mature. He grew up becoming a Boy Scout. A happy go lucky kind of guy. Sometimes it was nice and refreshing. Even better, sometimes his attitude was infectious in the moment. Let g out a small laugh and your body relaxes. “So, got any info for me little birdie?” He asked, leaning on the roof railing. “Yea actually, heard about some possible two-face activity. Harley Quinn may be coming back. Her heavy mourning stage is over….” The words catch in your throat. “Joker's death.” The name left a foul taste in your mouth. “I think she’s going to make a comeback.” You say quietly. Dick nodded “Okay, got any specific information on the Two-face activity?” He inquired. “Bank heists in old Gotham. Other than those two it’s been quiet. The bad kind that makes your stomach twist.” You explained finally leaning against the railing as well. “Thanks for the info.” He paused “How are you (y/n)?” The question threw you off. “Huh?” Was all you said as your eyebrows knit together. Dick frowned “well, I just know that…” Dick but his lip trying to find a way to word it. Even though you knew exactly what was coming. “His death anniversary is tomorrow.”

The words made your body feel heavy all of the sudden. Science says that women have heart strings. Those heart strings can break when really hurt. Could lead to early death even from not properly being able to pump blood. You know for a fact the day he died one heartstring broke, but every year when his anniversary comes back around it feels like another heart string begins to break. Hurts but doesn’t break. “I…” you start your sentence if you couldn't finish it before the tears start slipping down your cheeks. Dick pulled you to him so fast and wrapped his arms around you tight. “It will get easier.” Dick cooed. “I know.” You reply. You say those words but you didn’t honestly believe them. Not now anyway.

Eventually he let go and smiled at you to which you retired the smile. “Well, thanks for the information. You’ve always been a good help. Just as he wasn’t about to leave he turned back to face you on his heel. “And little birdie, tomorrow's Halloween, please, please, please, stay inside. Tonight and tomorrow night are some of the most dangerous nights of the year. When you go home stay safe, don’t be out tonight. Okay?” Before you could speak a loud screeching sound echoed throughout the whole city. All the screens began showing a scene, Paula’s dinner. I adore people screaming and tearing each other apart. A real blood bath, a scary sight to see. Even gunshots echo through the scene. “What is this? What’s happening?” You asked Dick. “I don’t know, I’m calling B.” As Dick walked off and began talking to Batman there screens all changed to a familiar face. “Scarecrow….” You breathe. He began to speak, his voice refined and calm. “This demonstration used just 5 ounces of my latest toxin.” That was only 5 ounces used? That small amount just caused over ten deaths. You picked up on the conversation Dick was having. “Only one survivor? What are we doing? What’s the plan B?” The scarecrow spoke once more. “Tomorrow, this will seem like child’s play.” That made your heart sink to your feet. “Gotham, this is your only warning.” Was the last thing scarecrow said before the recording cut out and played again. You look over at Nightwing who was off the call with Batman. “Dick?” He approached you, true uncertainty in his eyes.

“They are evacuating the city.”

Close up of scarecrow

[disniq]

Thinking about a crack scenario where comics!Jason, ArkhamKnight!Jason, Titans!Jason, and GothamKnights!Jason are thrown together for universal fuckery reasons

And;

GK!Jason: [following this theory] "Yeah, I killed the Joker and the Bruce welcomed me back anyway."

Titans!Jason: "Bruce killed the Joker in my name."

AK!Jason: "It's complicated, but yes the Joker is dead and yes B wanted to help me."

Comics!Jason: *stares into the camera like he's on the office*

[gothy-froggy]

I miss your every kiss

AK!Jonathan Crane x goth!fem!reader

She/her for reader

Warnings: patching Jonathan’s face, needles, fluff, possibly hurt & comfort, definitely comfort for Jonathan, insecure Jonathan, slightly suggestive if you squint, Not proofread

Summary: Jonathan thinks back to different moments his lovely wife as she patched him up from a fight. He wonders, how did he get so lucky?

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Cold, dense, agony, miserable.

These were the things Jonathan felt, grunting at the pain form the sharp needle as he worked to keep his face from falling apart. How could his wonderful plan go all to waste? How could the Batman, not feel fear? His frightening toxin not do anything to him?

Part of him wonders, was it Batman who wasn’t afraid, or the man behind that mask? Perhaps both? It didn’t matter. No, not right now. What matters is him getting back on his feet, climb his way back as a feared villain of Gotham. The media perused him as dead, but he could assure the people of Gotham that he is not. Just slowly piecing himself back together. Literally in a sense.

As he walked in the sewers below, he felt as the pain course through his body. Physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Slowly walking, hissing at any shift that causes his damaged leg trouble. His one working cloudy eye quickly scanning around.

He needed a way out. He needed to escape. His work, his toxin, his reputation, life,

His wife.

He stopped, leaning over a wasted crate as he tried to control his breathing.

Would he still have a wife? How long has he been down here? That was something he couldn’t tell. Even if she was looking for him, why would she stay? He looked…hideous.

His thoughts continued as he made it out, at the edge of city itself. He could barely make out the boats in the water. It was night, moon hitting the water. The thoughts continued as he water the water, getting louder as he closed his eyes.

His cloudy eyes shifted slowly once they opened, hearing faint footsteps, slowly getting louder with each step. It stopped, to the side slightly behind him. He turned, heart racing as his eyes widened.

“Oh darling,” She whispered out, gently touching his face. Mumbling a sorry when he let out a groan. She observed him head to toe, bringing him back to one of their locations.

He sat there, watching her finish up patching his face, stopping when he told her to.

“Gotham will pay, my love. It’s only a matter of time.” She reassured him.

Jonathan’s hand ghostly touching her suit, feeling the nice fabric of her black suit. He couldn’t understand. Why wasn’t she afraid of him? Not walking away, not disgusted by the way he looks? Here she was in her all black professional suit, carefully stitching his face together with fabric for him, not an hint of fear of his damaged face. She still wore her ring too. But again, he couldn’t help but think of the question again,

Why isn’t she afraid of him? Disgusted by him?

He here now, curled in a ball, muttering to himself. The look of pure terror in his eyes as he scurried away from his wife. To be fair, she looks undead to him. No, no, it can’t be. Her voice echoing in his mind,

“Why didn’t you save me?”

What happened? What have he done? What haven’t he done?

Feeling restricted as he screamed, his wife screaming his name, forced to see her decomposing face. His new greatest fear, losing her.

“Jonny,” Jonathan opened his eyes again. She was there. Alive and well. A sigh of relief escaped through his teeth. Her smile wiping the memories of what he saw from the fear toxin away.

“I’ve got you.” She whispered, looking at him oh so lovingly. And once again, he couldn’t help but ask in his mind,

Why isn’t she afraid of him? Disgusted by him?

Jonathan came back from a disappointing conflict, resulting to his scarecrow textured face getting damaged. His wife, now sits on the desk with the needed materials, fixing him up. Her long, black dress, winged sleeves tied back as she focused on stitching things back.

“You’re concerning me, Crane.” Ah, Crane. She was serious. Jonathan only stayed silent, only letting out soft noises of discomfort from the needle as she finished up his cheek.

“Why?” The room got quiet. She looked into his eyes. Puzzled by his short question, tilting her head.

“Why what?”

“Why are you still here? Look at me,” Jonathan was giving her a partially accidental glare.

“Rough fabric, hideous, no lips, yet you are still here. Why?” He voice ever so slightly quivered. She leaned in, gently placing her forehead on his. It was their substitute for a kiss.

“How does your appearance partakes who you are, my dear?” He shivered as a hand followed his jawline.

“You could be nothing but a beast, and I would still be by your side. Be with you.” She said above a whisper, pressing a kiss on what remained of his lips. unable to stop himself, Jonathan’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, letting out a soft groan. Only to pout as it came to an end. His face expressed grim.

“I miss your every kiss. The ones from the past.” He mumbled. It was a shame. They were so great. He feel everything. It was harder and different now.

“Though I do not miss the time that I haven’t had any.” Jonathan placed his forehead against hers. He pulled her in by her waist, enjoying the warmth form both her body and her laughter. He truly couldn’t believe he how found someone who loved him. Someone so loyal and faithful to him as he is for her. He grabbed her hand, glancing at their matching silver ring. Both with such tiny gothic details engraved inside.

Jonathan brought her hand up to his teeth, gently nibbling on it as his form of a kiss. He was always secretly eager for her warm and soft skin. Her soft skin against his rough fingers.

“How did I…end up so lucky, with a wife like you?”

“Not quite sure, but let me finish patching you up. Then you have to eat. You will eat, right Jonathan?” She said his name sternly.

“Or is the Scarecrow going to keep you a hostage for the plan?” Jonathan let out a soft chuckle, helping her off his lap.

“I will,” He agreed. She finished patching his face, pressing a kiss in his teeth, leaving a bit of her colored lipstick on them.

“I could never love someone like I love, Jonny.”

“I feel the same for you, my dear.” He watched her leave.

The Batman may be a fear of his, but losing her who is the absolute love of his life was one as well. It was one he finds worthy to avoid.

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[rottinginwonderland]

We're so fucking back.

What a freak....

[linxrouge4life]

No one can tell me that this isnt them:

[gilverrwrites]

Thinking about insisting that you’re a good girl/boy/whatever you prefer. On your knees, telling him you’ll do anything for him when he grabs your face. Strong fingers biting into your soft cheeks as he directs you closer, making sure you’re looking deep into his eyes when he tells you firmly; “You’re not good. You’re obedient. I will decide if and when you’re good.”

[children-of-arkham]

Here is how Scarecrow looks in this AU:

Jonny be getting comfy after being fear gassed. Tall man.