#johnathan irons

[meowmeowriley]

would you milk him for motharella

Prison. You belong in PRISON.

@gobiin-z after you left the chat devolved into everyone talking about Johnathan Irons. Everything is Johnathan Irons. Everything.

[gobiin-z]

Whipped up a little doodle before I eep

It really speaks for itself to be honest

Look alright I’m never gonna let this go

@mxdragonsdoodles

[rowinablx]

Seeing Johnathan, Jordan and Natalie acting like siblings is everything. They're their mother's kids exactly

[milkspinach]

Superman and Lois series finale predictions

-They will find away to send elseworlds Clark/doomsday home to rest

-Lex will unfortunately not be killed and will be sent to a maximum security prison where he will spend the rest of his days

-Amanda will take control of Lex corp since he made her the majority shareholder since Lex can’t control his company form a cell

-Clark will probably retire and pass the mantle to Jordan and Johnathan and will probably get a shot of their super suits

-We will get shots of John Henry, Nat, Lana, Kyle and Crissy and see them one last time

-Amanda will give money to help rebuild Smallville and her and Lois will probably have heart to heart and Lois will tell her that she can be better and that she can change the way people think of Lexcorp

-Kinda want the show to end with a flash forward and we see Jordan and Johnathan as full on heros saving the day together and there is news report talking about them and it cuts to them zooming into the house as Lois is setting up for dinner. They mention the characters we have grown to love and will miss when the show ends. Clark then comes downstairs greets the boys and they make jokes. The show ends with us hearing a monologue from Clark and seeing a shot of the Kent family for the last time

[rocococoa]

hawk always seems to have milk in his fridge or is always ready to offer some to tim like - episode 1 when he mentions that he doesn’t have any milk when offering tim something to drink? that scene in episode 6 where he bought him a large fucking bottle after picking up tim? having bottles of milk ready in their little haven in the fridge in episode 8? i wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bottle in the bag during that one 80s scene in episode 4. the dairy industry must love this lovesick man.

[montcumbry-gaytor]

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THE CROW. (1994)

FILE NAME : ERIC DRAVEN

bullet with butterfly wings index. ⭒ eric draven x male reader.

turn me on mr. deadman. ⭒ eric draven x vampire! male reader. ☾

if i was your vampire. ⭒ vampire! eric draven x male reader. ☾

wherever I may roam. ⭒ eric draven x male reader. ☾

CALL OF DUTY.

FILE NAME : DAVID "HESH" WALKER.

twenties. ⭒ david "hesh" walker x male reader. 𔓘

FILE NAME : SIMON "GHOST" RILEY.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : ALEJANDRO VARGAS.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : JONATHAN PRICE.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : KÖNIG.

mw2 men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : FRANK WOODS.

come out and play. ⭒ frank woods x bell! male reader. ☾

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE.

FILE NAME : TONY "IRON MAN" STARK.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : STEVE "CAPTAIN AMERICA" ROGERS.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : THOR ODINSON.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : LOKI LAUFEYSON.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

right side of the bed. ⭒ loki laufeyson x latino! male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : JAMES "BUCKY" BARNES.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

FILE NAME : DR. STEPHEN STRANGE.

mcu men x male s/o with a big ass. ☼

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : BRUCE "THE HULK" BANNER.

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : NATASHA "BLACK WIDOW" ROMANOFF

avengers with a high IQ platonic son. 𔓘

FILE NAME : PETER "SPIDERMAN" PARKER.

avengers with a high IQ platonic friend. 𔓘

OVERWATCH.

FILE NAME : JACK "SOLDIER 76" MORRISON.

the shower scene. ⭒ bottom! soldier 76 x male reader. ☾

everlong. ⭒ soldier 76 x male reader x reaper. ☾

FILE NAME : GABRIEL "REAPER" REYES.

everlong. ⭒ soldier 76 x male reader x reaper. ☾

goodbye agony. ⭒ reaper x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : JAMISON "JUNKRAT" FAWKES.

karma police. ⭒ junkrat x trans!male reader x lucio. ☾

FILE NAME : LUCIO SANTOS.

karma police. ⭒ junkrat x trans!male reader x lucio. ☾

FILE NAME : HANZO SHIMADA.

eternally yours. ⭒ hanzo x male reader x cassidy. ☾

FILE NAME : COLE CASSIDY.

eternally yours. ⭒ hanzo x male reader x cassidy. ☾

FILE NAME : GENJI SHIMADA.

scar tissue. ⭒ genji x male reader. ☾

forget to remember. ⭒ bottom! genji x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : NIRAN "LIFEWEAVER" PRUKSAMANEE.

lady liberty. ⭒ lifeweaver x male reader x baptiste. ☾

FILE NAME : JEAN-BAPTISTE AUGUSTIN.

lady liberty. ⭒ lifeweaver x male reader x baptiste. ☾

SKYRIM: THE ELDER SCROLLS.

FILE NAME : FARKAS.

say so. ⭒ farkas x male reader. ☾

FILE NAME : VILKAS.

dark red. ⭒ vilkas x male reader. ☾

A/N : as said, feel free to drop a request if/when they're open! add to this list and let it GROW LET IT GRO-

[dianthus-babbles]

No trust for himself

Despite his former name, for certain things he’s not a liar. He’s told Johnathan from the first moment that, as a Ben-Hassrath, his job is to get close to the people in charge.

The knowledge doesn’t make him feel any less guilty as he watches the Inquisitor laughing, cheeks flushed red and a fuming pipe in his hand. He thinks he’d like to put that loose lock of blonde hair behind his ear, where it originally belonged, perhaps dwell a moment against his harsh cheekbone. Would his vallaslin feel any different under his touch, as they twist and dance with his chuckles?

It doesn’t make him feel any better when he knocks at his door, big green eyes peeking inside before his stupid little grin appears, only one corner of the mouth curled up in mischief, sharp canines and gum showing. He’s holding a little sealed jar of horn balm, one he throws at him playfully, leaving shortly after having said he had thought of him, seeing the merchant. That’s not true. Saw him mixing something the previous day, that little pot waiting on his work table. He’s prepared it for him.

He doesn’t feel any less tortured as he watches Johnathan curse and bite his lips as Solas takes an arrow out of his arm, jaw clenches and sweat collecting on his brow, smearing the dust of green eyeshadow he wears. The Inquisitor doesn’t cry out, pain forced down like he’s seen so many other times, like he does too, and yet he’d like to hold and soothe him, telling to resist a moment longer, that it’s going to be alright and that he’ll protect him more carefully next time.

Bull doesn’t like doubting himself. He’s distrustful of others, of his orders’ motives through the years, of the circumstances - but it’s unusual and uneasy to be unsteady on his own mind’s floor. Maybe it’s the demons. Maybe he’s getting old. Maybe he just needs a drink and a good night with one of the serving girls to go back to feeling himself. The fact that none interest him that fervently anymore is enough to give him a headache. For fuck’s sake.

[holyblackspear]

Two colleagues acting as perfect colleagues. Nothing to see here.

AKA how stupidly obvious can you become in your pining before becoming ridiculous. A game Bull and Johnathan seem to be losing.

I love these two with my whole hearts ♥  

[upwards-descent]

So funny how Double Trouble is still the most accurate and perfect voice claim for Edgar

[aster-blogging-dracula]

You are SO right. Adding this to my mental list of "things critics always seem to ignore even tho it's quite obvious"

Ok so today's entry is definitely gonna be important for the analysis on how the topic of sexuality (which is one among MANY topics that this novel covers) is explored throughout the story and throughout the concept of vampirism in it.

I wanted to note these things down for myself cause this is a topic that really boils my blood when seeing academic analysis of it but I want to read the full text carefully through Dracula Daily and make a proper personal opinion of it before reading anything else (academia.edu PLEASE stop emailing me things I will crush my head on the wall). (For now, my overall opinion on this topic is that academics focus way too much on making a metaphor out of everything when a lot of things in this story make more sense when analyzed as parallelism, or as a literal part of the plot with no further meaning...)

Anyways. This is the first time in the story when a scene of (almost) vampire feeding is narrated, and the scene that makes Johnathan go "this is it, nowhere is safe". So this kind of settles a first impression on what being preyed upon by a vampire feels like (at the same time it could also serve as reference for when vampire feeding feels WAY differently from today, and therefore can be interpreted differently). We have:

The feeling of seduction of some sorts. Is Johnathan's initial fear out of an unconscious feeling that they're vampires? Because of their sudden appearance in the otherwise empty room? Because he loathes being disloyal to Mina? Could be a mix, we will never know. But it's interesting to ask oneself these things.

I'm not going to expand on why the description of how the girl approaches Johnathan's neck is erotic, just go read it. I listened to the Re:Dracula entry today and aw lawd that's... The academics win on this one that does sound like a sexual thing good god.

It also sounds quite monstrous tho. The licking of the teeth, the red tongue, is similar to how the wolves were described on may 5th (and later, Dracula's gesture towards the other girls is compared to the one he used with the wolves, This is actually the first direct association between wolves and vampires as a similar being I think)

Dracula's "I too can love" speech and him undressing Johnathan is a whole topic for a different post which I do Not Have The Energy To Make (and that someone out there will probably do better than me today)

Lastly, we have Johnathan's dread at the end. That's a lot of dread wow, even worse than Dracula. Now, of course, a big part of this is due to them being VAMPIRES. WHO WILL KILL HIM. Because this is a vampire story. But it also leads us to other questions. Could this dread also be a dread of the desire he felt? Because of loyalty to Mina or because of the dominant stance the vampiresses took (which was Inappropriate in victoriam standards)?. These are the questions academics usually explore. There's also the less "This symbolizes That" approach which takes the fact that vampires=dreadful because of plot reasons, and draws the conclusion that making such a dreadful creature have a sexual attitude, said attitude is demonized. Additionally, in the Dracula Daily fandom, there are also people noticing how his dread is akin to the feelings of an SA victim. (Which leads us to the question of How Did Bram Know That?)

In any case. One thing is clear. They're vampires. They want his blood. Poor boy has been sleep deprived, questioning his sanity, and being manipulated by his employer for more than a week now. His employer who has just saved him from getting eaten. That's a shock. That's a big fucking shock alright.

[meowmeowriley]

manifesting this rn

the day we find Johnathan Irons in a balloon is the day my life is completed. 🙏🏻😌

@gobiin-z hope we find your man soon

[gobiin-z]

I need to spread the word about something

JONATHAN IRONSSSSSSAASHABHAHAHHHHHHHHHH

😍😍😍

Off to recruit soldiers at his dead sons funeral

“Now, Mitchell, I know you just lost an arm (and your best friend), but why don’t you come and work for me, hm?”

SIGN ME UP BABY

ID WORK FOR HIM

AYE AYE CAPTAIN IRONS

🫡🫡🫡

Case in point: I love Jonathan Irons. And advanced warfare.

A lot.

[izanori]

also while im here maybe ishould be myself and be honest and say. i kinda hate johnny/testerment like i hate seeing my gear talking to other bitches

[milkspinach]

One of my favorite parts of the entire series has been the relationship between Jordan, Johnathan and Natalie. The three of them hanging out and being there for each other is one of the right spots of the show. I wish got to see more sibling moments.

[ghost-proofbaby]

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, upside down does not exist, minors dni

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

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0:00 ㅇ────────────────── 24:00

PROLOGUE: A BET (wc: 557)

“I hate you, I mean it. I hate your fucking guts, Edward Munson.” 

The room is hazy, clouds of smoke filling the crowded basement as the movie the friend group had originally been watching is left forgotten and playing out on the buzzing TV screen. Half full bottles of beer are scattered across the coffee table. 

“Oh, we’re using government names now, are we? Don’t tempt me with a good time, sweetheart.” 

It’s the way he says the nickname, sweetheart, that alights fresh hatred that pumps through your veins. He knows the way the pet name gets beneath your skin, the way it irritates you to no end. He’s saying it on purpose. 

“Don’t call me that,” you spit venomously, going red in the face from your rage now rather than the alcohol. 

He’s sitting in the chair across the table from you, reveling in the way you get riled up, smirking as he spreads his knees out and leans back in his chair comfortably. 

You nearly grab your own beer bottle in front of you and chuck it at his head. For a moment, you imagine the joy that would replace the vexation in your chest in seeing the glass shatter against his inflated ego. 

“Why? It’s just a friendly nickname, sweethe-” he starts to egg you on, but this time, someone else in the room has half the mind to interrupt. 

“Eddie, stop fucking with her,” Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he stands, “God, you two always do this.” 

“He started it!” 

“She pissed me off first!” 

You both shout at the same time, heads snapping in Steve’s direction. Eddie’s cool exterior has finally begun to crack, his frustration for you seeping out. 

It’s palpable. Flaming ire fills the air, equal parts yours and his, meeting somewhere in the middle and nearly causing a catastrophic implosion that Steve barely manages to avoid. 

“You two sound like children!” he yells, matching the hysteria. Robin and Nancy share a look behind his shoulders. 

“That’s because he acts like one,” you retort. Your arms cross against your chest painfully tight, and you ironically are the one who now resembles a toddler mid-tantrum. 

Eddie’s eyes widen as he glances at you, sneering as he says, “Me? Jesus, get off your fucking high horse.” 

“I’m not on a high horse. I’m just stating a fact.” 

“Fact? I’m not the one who’s pouting like a petulant child.” 

“Can you go ten seconds without insulting me?”

“Can you?” 

“I’ll show you a fucking insul-”

“Enough,” Johnathan groans this time, leaning his head back on the loveseat he occupies with Argyle. Most of the clouds of smoke have come from their side of the room, the joint they’d been passing back and forth still lit as it hangs between Johnathan’s fingers delicately, “You know what? I bet you two couldn’t go twenty four hours without insulting each other. And I’m willing to put my money where my mouth is.” 

“I can do you one better,” Robin quips, sitting up as she sits cross-legged beside you, “I bet they couldn’t last twenty four hours straight being around each other without killing each other.” 

“How much?” Eddie suddenly asks.

“What?”

“How much do you bet?”

And that’s how it starts. 

The beginning of the worst twenty four hours of your life. 

[cillianscumslutt]

Careless

Pairing: Johnathan Crane x F!Reader

Synopsis: You never listened to anyone, even when it came to being cautious. Johnathan made sure you were cautious after a night of drinking and carelessly leaving your door unlocked.

Warnings: NONCON, forcefulness,Forced entry,penetration, p in v, fingering, violence, mentions of blood, let me know if I missed any

(GIF is not mine)

Notes: REBLOG AND HEART, REBLOG AND HEART, REBLOG AND HEART

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

It was almost ironic the way you drunkenly sauntered around your apartment complex in your little angel costume. You shivered from the coldness of the October air ,and the constant ac running in the building certainly didn’t help either. But you went out with friends to a party and made the mistake of drinking a bit too much. And you decided to take the train home, alone.

Gotham was dangerous for anyone to be alone at night, but especially for pretty girls like you. Regardless of how many times or how many people would warn you against this, you wouldn’t listen. You never listened.

As you mumbled to yourself about the coldness kissing your skin whilst you unlocked the door of your rather cheap apartment, your neighbor's eyes followed you, watching closely through the peephole of his own apartment. Johnathan Crane was his name. A well known doctor at Arkham Asylum.

He had lived here a little over a year. It was a great disguise to test his theories and fear toxin. Nobody ever came to this part of Gotham, as it was the most dangerous. He hadn’t been expecting to find something or someone for that matter, as intriguing as his studies. But here you were.

As you opened the door to your apartment, you sighed heavily, slamming the door shut and not bothering to lock it since you were too tired. You were careless these days, a little too careless for Johnathan’s liking. What if someone were to come into your apartment while you slept and stole your most valuable possessions? Held you at gunpoint? Or worse yet, took advantage of you?

It was frustrating watching someone so young and new to adulthood be so incredibly stupid when it came to safety. But what was he to say? He observed you well enough to the point he knew you hated being told what to do. He certainly wasn’t going to attempt to make conversation by telling you to lock your door, since you wouldn’t listen and perhaps it would seem a bit creepy for your neighbor to be telling you this.

Over the past six months since you had moved in and Johnathan had started to find an odd fascination in watching you and everything you do, he hadn’t spoken even a word to you. You weren’t necessarily oblivious to your surroundings, but you chose to ignore them or the issues at hand as you did with any other problems in your life. That’s why maybe on this cold October night, Johnathan had decided he had enough of your carelessness and wanted to teach you a lesson.

—

You didn’t drink a lot but you certainly drank too much. Your head thumped a bit as you soaked in your tub, submerged by coconut scented bubbles, watching the leaky faucet drip continuously. No surprise it wasn’t fixed as you had only mentioned it to your landlord three separate times…

It was quiet for a moment, only the leaky faucet dripping and the water moving ever so slightly around you as you relaxed a bit. Your eyes fluttered closed; resting your back against the tiled wall of the tub. This short moment of relaxation didn’t last long as it sounded like the door was being slammed shut just outside the bathroom.

Your eyes snapped open in an instant, moving so quickly the water came in waves, crashing around you and out of the tub. You kept your mouth shut tightly, standing up cautiously before wrapping your towel around you. Bubbles from your bath clung to you, dropping to the floor as you obviously walked out of the bathroom.

“Hello?” You called out, clutching your towel to you. The rest of the house was dark, only the bathroom light was on as you were just there. No one answered, and nothing stirred. But the presence of a shadow could be felt instantly the second you stepped into your dark living room.

A silhouette sat on the sofa, drinking in the way your voice attempted to come out strong and unbothered but deep down, it knew you were scared. The caution in your footsteps said it all as you reached out for the light that was somewhere. The voice of the figure called out in a low, serious tone that was heard so clearly.

“Don’t turn on the light.” Just as quickly as he said it, he wanted to take it back as he had forgotten who he was speaking to. The girl who never listened. But luckily, you were a little further away from the light than you had anticipated.

Your head began to thump painfully as you searched desperately through the dark for the switch of the light before being pulled away. Icy cold hands grabbed you, pulling you into somewhat of an embrace. His arms secured you as his face went to the dampness of your neck from your bath. You smelled heavenly as he took a deep inhale, sinking his teeth into you harshly.

You whimpered, not knowing exactly what to do or say as the stranger held you there. Whoever they were, they smelled nice and had you not been in this predicament, you would’ve complimented them. Another whimper escaped your parted lips as the stranger drew a bit of blood.

He pulled away with a loud sigh, resting his forehead against yours, keeping a tight grip on you. Soft lips pecked at your ear as he whispered, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. You’re also so careless, silently inviting me in.” He chuckled a bit, pulling at your towel that you held so tightly in your hands.

“N-no…” you finally spoke, voice wavering with uncertainty and fear. Still your head pounded now with the beat of your racing heart at the feel of the strangers grip on your towel, pulling with a slight force.

“No? You say that but, if you didn’t want anyone in here…taking advantage of this body that you flaunt so shamelessly, you wouldn’t have been so stupid to not lock your door.”

And he was right. You knew that. But it was too late to admit that. Too late to fix your mistakes or even argue with him. Still your stubbornness made your pride too great to say anything.

With a harsh pull, your towel was taken from you, making you gasp as you attempted to reach out for it. You hear it hit the sofa, with a wet slap against the fabric from your lack of drying off before exiting the bathroom. Through all the anxiety and fear resting writhing the pit of your stomach, you swallowed it back a bit, glaring at the shadow of the stranger before you.

“Who the fuck are you?”

He chuckled as if it were truly funny to hear you speak so boldly. Once more he enveloped your body in a tight hold that you did attempt to get out of but he had you at an awkward angle, holding your arms behind your back as his cold fingers caressed your thigh.

“Don’t act so fearless now, baby. Nothing wrong with a little fear. Completely normal…fascinating you could say.”

His fingers without warning were shoved inside of you. Three at a time with no mercy nor prep. Another strangled noise left your lips in a mix of pleasure and pain. “I’ll scream!” You wanted, throwing your head back against the stranger's chest.

“Do it. You think someone will save you? This is Gotham. The slum of the fucking earth. Nobody cares, but you should’ve.”

And tears began to form, making your lip quiver. Your mind was battling with your body to not react to his touch, but ultimately lost. It’s biological response was too strong against his fingers, making you cum around them before he shoved them in your mouth.

“What a little fucking slut…huh? Dressed like an angel but you’re coming on my fingers like your pussy needed it so bad.” He said in your ear in a harsh whisper, making sure you cleaned his fingers.

“I hope you’re ready for my cock…your little attempts of bravery got me so hard. I can sense the anxiety you feel, being fucked and forced by a stranger. But you like that, don’t you?”

You didn’t answer, still attempting to keep what dignity you had to yourself. He roughly shoved you against the wall before you heard a zipper and clank of a belt unmistakably hitting the wooden floorboards. He parted your shaking legs, moving his fingers ever so slightly at the slick of your orgasm from before.

“No fight left, huh? If I would’ve known you would give up this easy, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

It was shameful to hear him say this. To mock your silence as a weakness. You were treading carefully with your options, not wanting to die in this situation but also not wanting to go down without a fight. It wasn’t until he drew close, his erection poking at your bare ass as he leaned into your neck once more.

“I hope you’re on some sort of contraceptive because I’m not wasting a single fucking drop.”

You flung your head back hard, hurting your neck in the process as you were sure to hit him hard in the face, hearing the crack of his nose. His stance faltered a bit and you thought maybe you were in the clear to run before you were shoved against the wall once more. His hand entangled in your hair tightly, burning your scalp as he slammed your head against the wall repeatedly.

“You really are a stupid little fucking bitch, huh? I was going to be nice, try and let you enjoy this and be civil, but now I want you to see and feel everything.”

Even in the midst of all this, and the excruciating feeling of your headache that had now worsened from the blows of your head being hit off the wall, you didn’t know what he meant. What was everything? Whatever did he mean?

A cold spritz of something tasteless and odorless hit your face from the side. You started coughing, shaking your head a bit as you sneezed. His grip adjusted a bit as he continued to what you could only guess was removing his pants.

Your eyes began to blink rapidly, seeing shadows of things and creatures in the corners of your eyes. Every time your head turned, they moved. Taunting you with viscous laughter and quickening paces around your apartment.

“Mm, I can’t see it but I know your body is simply amazing.” He spoke out, reminding you of his presence as he pushed the head of his cock inside you. A small gasp left your lips, surprised at the sensation and confused and anxiety at the things that lurked in the dark.

They spoke in unison, shrieking and singing the saddest of cries as they moved past you. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest. You were going to die. They were going to kill you. He was going to kill you.

“Please…” you cried quietly as he began to rut into you, complimenting you on the tightness of your warm , tight pussy around his cock.

“Mmm…please what? What is it?” He grunted, slapping your ass, making it echo throughout the spacious apartment.

“Don’t kill me. Don’t let them kill me…”

He said nothing, only continuing his assault on you as you lay limp between him and the wall. The only support you had was his hold on you that never seemed to falter. “I won’t kill you…I want you to remember this. I want you to think about my cock in you every time you think about leaving your door unlocked, every time you wear that tiny little fucking dress…you’ll remember this.”

He fucked you hard, at a brutal pace. It felt like hours until he groaned, pulling you as close to him as he could manage before coming inside of you. At this point your eyes were on the verge of closing and you were barely conscious as you slumped against him. He breathed heavily, pulling you up and dragging you to your bedroom.

“Sweet dreams, sweetheart.”

—-

It had been a few weeks since the night of your attack. You were now incredibly cautious, as anyone would be. You barely left now unless it was to go to work. Even then, you took time off. You thought it was all a terribly bad dream until the blood from his nose was evident on the floor.

You didn’t even attempt to reach out to the police. Gotham police were useless. They didn’t take calls like this. They were too concerned with finding the villain known as Scarecrow.

You stood alone in the elevator, holding your bag to your chest before someone else quickly entered with you, selecting the floor they needed. His piercing blue eyes looked over to you as he gave you a small smile. You return it, blushing a bit at how attractive this guy was.

“Are you going up as well?”

You only nodded, watching as the elevator doors closed. A small void of silence filled the elevator until he cleared his throat.

“How long have you lived here? You don’t seem like you should be in a place like this.” His voice was soft and professional as he adjusted his glasses, looking over at you curiously.

“Oh, just a few months. Not long really. How about you?”

“A little over a year now. Not exactly the best place, but a more isolated one, I assume. I’m in apartment 7B on the right side. So at least I’m not on the last floor.”

“7B? That’s the apartment right across from mine!” You smile in disbelief.

“Oh really? Wow, we’ll have to have wine together sometime, if you’re up for it of course.” He offered with that same small smile.

You felt your face heat up as the elevator stopped and you both walked together to your sides. You gave him a small nod.

“Sure, absolutely.”

As he spoke, walking past you just the slightest hint of his cologne filled your senses and you recognized it, oddly enough. He smelled so nice.

“Oh, you smell so good. Hope that isn’t weird to say, what is it? I feel like I’ve smelled that scent before.” You ask curiously, cutely tilting your head to the side as Johnathan holds his keys in his hand.

“Oh, thank you. I’m not sure. Was a Christmas present from my grandmother. I’ll let you know the next time I see you.” He winked, now fully facing you.

Suddenly you see a slight bruise under his glasses that connects from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his eye. Your mouth hung open a bit as everything came flooding back to realization.

Whoever they were, they smelled nice and had you not been in this predicament, you would’ve complimented them.

“See you around.” He said your name before disappearing into his apartment, leaving you alone in the hallway of the apartment building with your bag held securely to you as tears filled your eyes.

You shouldn’t have been so careless.