#nolan trilogy

[violent138]

While Battinson seems like he'd adopt kids upon attaining slightly more mental stability, and Batfleck is broadcasting divorced dad/dead kid dad💀, Christian Bale's Batman (balebat? Nolanbat?) gives me "has never had a fatherly urge in his life" and probably would hold a baby far away from him with his fingers, smiling uncomfortably.

[helpfandom]

platonic yandere scarecrow hcs? Or just analyzing what he'd be like as a yandere

Well, 🐁 anon, here you go! HC's unless someone wants to read me ramble about an analysis...?

@yanderefangirl

He finds it interesting that you visit someone here [Arkham], who could it be? Upon noticing who it is you may be visiting, and as to whom it is that you are, he becomes intrigued in your story. As such, he wishes to find out every little thing, perhaps then his mind can rest.

Nevertheless, he finds out more about with or without you knowing, using his ties with Carmine Falcone to easily track you and your activities.

Using this knowledge [and his criminal ties], he slowly inserts himself into your life, using the school that you go to to give lectures of pharmacotherapy, and psychology, trying to persuade you by the littlest things, and then moving to bigger ways to put him into your life.

Although he has still yet to understand that he is obsessed with you, he assures himself that it is simply a scientific obsession, seeing as most people who visit Arkham end up with a dose of fear gas and seeing you just simply not react to the effects of it interests him.

So in his attempts to insert himself into your life, he finds out more and more about you that make him interested even if he doesn't realize it.

By the time he realizes he wants you, and that he must take care of you, Ra's Al Ghul is almost there. So he stages an attack on you, and steals you then, when Batman is too busy to realize what happened to one singular civilian.

[justvora]

The 2000s aesthetic were such a thing.

Reading the Cass Wayne run from the 2000s (Silent Knight) I've come across so many advertising and promotional images from that era, and I just wish it would come back. I don't even know how to explain it, but the whole retro-futuristic grunge aesthetic comes across to me as something certainly positive despite seeing the art that went into these things being… Stale, or at least I see it as a bit stale.

It's inexplicable what I feel, but it's certainly an experience to be able to see all those promotional posters for games I loved, or games I wanted to play… As well as the style of other movie posters and the like.

[figures4fun]

Picked up the new detonator accessory for Joker - now he is 60% more menacing!

[whynot-movies]

The Dark Knight (2008)

[chess-blackmyre]

I love Reductress Headlines.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Hello! Could I maybe request the birthday headcanon 🎂 with The Other Half, please? No worries at all if not ☺️

Send me an emoji prompt!

Sure thing :D

A birthday headcanon:

I think shop girl can get a little self-conscious about what Bruce can afford, and what she can afford

And she tries not to overthink it when it comes to Bruce's birthday

Bruce has shown her over and over that he likes what she gets or makes for him

It doesn't necessarily have to be anything fancy

The guy's the Prince of Gotham, he can get whatever he wants

So the things that shop girl gives him, the things that come from the heart and that she knows he'll enjoy, are the ones that he holds the most dear

Bruce also knows that there's some level of insecurity on shop girl's part, so when it comes to celebrating her birthday, he tries to balance her feelings with the fact that he wants to spoil the hell out of her

He wants to give her everything that he thinks she deserves, and then some

He wants to fly her to a location on her bucket list—private jet, private island, private everything so that they can just enjoy themselves without thinking about who may see them, who may be watching

But if she just wants to go out to dinner with him, drinks with her friends and cuddle up with him that night, he's more than happy to

His gift to her will be just as thoughtful

And he may or may not have had Lucius peep her search history

Just a little! Just a little bit.

Only as an absolute last-minute tie-breaker if Bruce can't decide what to get her

[projectbatman193]

Today was very tiring, and I did my best not to miss my workout, as silly as it may seem to some, while this song was playing and the thought that if I could hold on a little longer I could save Gotham it's what got me through the workout! Might be dumb for some, but it did help!

[forgotten-daydreamer]

Didn't Christopher Nolan have any Italian friends that could have told him how to make the actors pronounce Carmine Falcone properly, though? Lmao

[bargainbintonystark]

Here’s an excerpt from the tie in book “The Dark Knight” by Dennis O'Neil that fleshes out the Nolan Trilogy movies and states that Crane got his Doctorate at 21. He’s just built different I guess

Cillian Murphy was 28 years old when he filmed 'Batman Begins.' Was Jonathan Crane even old enough to have completed a psychiatry residency? Or did Ra's al Ghul just see a cute medical school twink and say, yes, you'll be the head psychiatrist at my evil asylum?

[sl-newsie]

Um… yeah

[violent138]

Who is your favourite live action batman? I really like christain bale

Ah ha finally! (Sorry you don't know this but your ask has done something I can only describe as bizarre, it literally popped in and out of universes my ask box like three times in my attempt to try and answer it).

Anyways, it's Battinson (I have also seen WestBat, NippleBat, ClooneyBat, KeatonBat, Balebat and Batfleck). It used to be BaleBat/NolanBat (as he was the first live action one I saw), however, after Begins he definitely becomes very "Bruce Wayne is the Mask" (in my most humble of opinions) and I like Battinson as he shares social traits with me, really seems to care for and rely on Alfred, is technologically savvy and incorporates it heavily into his gadgetry, is early enough in his career that I expect to see a "Prime Batman" in his later films, I like the score he has, he has potential for Batchildren, his house seems neat, I like that he's a tinkerer I can envision up at 3 working on the new Bat-turbo engine, and he has the same kind of response to kisses that wilted lettuce would.

[deadringers2023]

THE DARK KNIGHT (2008) dir. Christopher Nolan

[skintyfiia]

FINISHED!!!!!

[cillianmurphyfanatic]

Cillian Murphy as Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow in Batman Begins (2005) dir. Christopher Nolan

[cillianhead]

Hey hey, I just found your blog and I really like your writing - especially Sitting Pretty since I'm a sucker for those Crane fics. :3

Would you maybe be up for some kind of comfort/fluff fic with Crane?

I am always up for some comfort/fluff when it comes to Dr Jonathan Crane. He's so babygirl <3

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.... thank you so much for your request!

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby || Jonathan Crane x Reader

warnings: none really, some brief mentions of violence, crying, angsty but also fluffy and comforting at the end, not really anything that bad to be honest, sort of non-canonical to anything that actually happened in the films.

It had been around a week since you had seen your boyfriend of three years. This was the longest you had gone without seeing Jonathan, without even hearing a peep from him. You even went to his work, he hadn't been there either. You knew what sort of dangerous work he did outside of Arkham and also within it, you knew the dangers and the risks he faced every time he left your apartment. You were still hopelessly devoted to him, despite the bad things that he has done and continues to do. You knew he would never hurt you. Him being gone felt like someone had ripped your heart out... like your soul was slowly being eaten away. Where was he? Was he even still alive? No. You mustn't think like that.

It was only a week, maybe he just needed some time away. Though he would've at least taken time off work, surely? His work told you he hadn't called in sick but he was supposed to be there. But he wasn't.

You hadn't cried. You found yourself growing more and more numb to the absence of Jonathan. It was like your body trying to reject a foreign object, trying to spit him out of your heart. It was painful and agonizingly slow, you knew you could never get over him, especially if you never got to say goodbye. His things lying around your apartment were a painful reminder of the fact he was gone. And he probably was never coming back.

You hadn't slept, at least not very well, in four days. You'd barely been eating either, maybe a stale cracker or two every now and then but you couldn't bring yourself to eat any proper meals. The best you could do was stare at the tiled wall as you stood in the scalding hot shower, trying to burn away the grief.

With the growing hunger and the fact you barely slept, paranoia was also sprouting within you, like some sort of sickly weed. You were worried that if Jonathan had been captured, whatever got him, was coming for you next. Every tiny little noise, every rumble, or car horn outside sent you running to the comfort of your shared bed. The one that smelt like him. You really couldn't sleep. Every shadow looked like some sort of evil horned figure ready to devour you whole, your eyes wide and frozen, helplessly full of fear. You thought about how Jonathan would assess this situation, how nerdy he got when you were afraid, in its own way you found it comforting the way he explained the body's reaction to fear and the way he explained the mind's power over the body.

The sleep you did get would be full of nightmares or vividly heartbreaking dreams. There was one you couldn't get over, a dream so sweet, more like a memory than anything else. Jonathan coming home from work, taking off his clothes and crawling into bed with you. His hands caressed your back softly, arms cradling you like you could shatter at any moment if he held you too tight. It felt so painfully real, that even when you began to wake up you could still feel him there. Still feeling his arms around you.

"Jonathan..." You whispered a sigh of relief, his arms pulled away from you as your heart raced with joy. Sitting up and looking around to find yourself just as alone as you had been for the past week. That's when you began to cry. "Jonathan..." You sobbed into your hands, you couldn't fall asleep after that. It was four in the morning, and the room was pretty much pitch black as you cried to yourself like a baby needing its mother.

Even more time passed. You were hysterical, you didn't pick up your phone when your friends called, you didn't leave the house, you didn't eat, and you most definitely didn't sleep. You were in bad shape, to say the least. It was that time of the year when the rain began to pour, your glass walls showed the bruised sky and the lightning it unleashed upon Gotham. You didn't work, Jonathan insisted on you staying at home, for him to provide for you. You were pretty happy staying at home and doing as you pleased. But now... it felt so different, there was no one to come home to you. You were pretty certain that the love of your life had died and you were going to spend the rest of your time alone. You knew you could never love again.

As if the sky knew how you felt, it only rained harder, it rained for days and it never stopped. You sat on the couch with a blanket draped over you as you lifelessly stared out at the dark sky. It was the middle of the night, and you thought about sweet nothings you and Jonathan shared. You thought about how lucky you were to see that side of him, so lucky you weren't on the other end, seeing the scarecrow, full of fear toxin. You thought about Jonathan humming while he made you pancakes, thought about the way he wrote you love letters almost every morning before he left for work, thought about the way you both were ready to get married soon. You remembered him holding your stomach while you brushed your teeth before bed and saying in that beautiful voice of his; "One day, you and I, are gonna have a bunch of beautiful babies and we'll live far far away from here. Everything will be perfect."

You sobbed and nothing brought you out of it. The pain in your chest was unbearable, no stupid fucking sad song or badly written poem could ever express it. There was no comprehensible word in any language that could truly explain away the agony you were in. You were no longer paranoid that something was going to come and hurt you, in fact, if there was someone or something out there coming to get you, you'd happily let it come in and put you out of your goddamn misery.

It was two soft raps on your bedroom window from the fire escape that caught your attention. You froze and stopped your crying, listening for it again, wondering if maybe you were just hearing things.

It's when you hear them again that you manage to stand up on shaky legs and wander into your bedroom that you see a shadow, leaning its weight against the window tiredly. It was him. With all the energy you could muster up, you ran to the window and slid it open before grabbing ahold of him and pulling him into your bedroom. You felt like you were going to have a heart attack.

"Y/N," Jonathan whispered. You didn't say a word, just turned on the lamp to light up the room. If this was a dream, you were going to try and enjoy every second of it. If this was the only way you could see your Jonny then you would take in every moment. "I... I missed you." And when you turned around, ready to scold him, ready to scream your lungs out at him for being gone, your heart broke all over again. His clothes were torn and covered in dried-up blood. Jonathan's neck was covered in bruises in the shape of handprints and his eyes were tired and void of any life. "Jonathan..." You whimpered, approaching him, he winced a bit as you placed your hands softly on his face. "Where have you been? What happened to you?" You were going to be angry at him before but now you understood... it wasn't his fault. He was soaking wet and you could see he had been crying too.

"I... I can't... really remember... I was drugged..." He mumbled, Jonathan's fingers curled around your waist and pulled you into a bone-crunching hug. He breathed you in, embracing you again was the only medicine he needed. Holding you was the only thing that could tell him was truly okay. "The Batman got me... I don't know how I managed to escape... just ended up here... I've been walking for days."

"Jonny..." You were crying as you sat him gently down on the bed. "I thought you..." You whispered. The strength was not in you to say it. "I thought you were..."

"Dead?" Jonathan croaked out, his voice was hoarse in a way that told you he had spent days on end screaming, from the torture he had been put through. "Yeah, me too." He said dryly.

You helped him undress. The clothes were pretty much useless so you tossed them on the floor in a pile to throw away later. "Let me clean you up..."

"No." He said. "Not right now..." Jonathan shook his head as he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest as you laid down in the bed with him again. "I just need to feel you..." His voice broke and in the process, your heart broke too. You could hear how defeated he was. "Need to feel you there." You understood, not saying another word as you clung to him. You listened to the sound of his heart, ear pressed right against his bare and bruised chest. You heard him sniffle, immediately causing you to pull away. "Oh, baby..." You cooed sadly, brushing a tear off his wounded cheek. The dam gates were open now as he began to cry, wincing at the salty tears mixing in with his busted face. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry that happened to you... I was so worried... you're here now... you're here with me... my baby."

"I thought about you every second," He sobbed. Jonathan looked like a helpless little child at that moment, his blue eyes were pitiful. "I thought I was going to die... thought I was never gonna get the chance to say goodbye to you..."

Together you sat crying, both with relief and sorrow as the rain poured outside, the heaven's crying with you. Everything felt okay again, for the both of you, now that you were with one another. "It's okay, Jonny." You tried to console him. Things had happened to him before, he'd been beaten up or caught in dangerous situations but he usually came home shrugging it off, this time you could tell he was severely traumatized, you could tell this was going to take a while for him to get over. Jonathan had that thousand-yard stare, that mischievous fire that usually lit up his eyes had been extinguished and now reflected the dreary weather outside. "I love you, baby, it's okay... nothing's ever going to hurt you again." You whispered, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. You kissed him as gently as you could, knowing his lip was swollen and split open, you could taste the metallic blood from his mouth and the saltiness of his tears.

"Y/N..." Jonathan wept, his face now buried in between your neck and your jaw. "It hurts." The tone of his voice was the most heart-shattering thing you'd ever heard.

"I know, my baby," You hushed as you laid back down again, caressing his hair that was still wet from the rain. "Nothing will ever hurt you again." You reassured once again. "Nothing's going to take you from my side."

You cried your own tears of sadness, relieved he was back in your arms, relieved that you were there to take care of him and nurse him back to health. The morning sun had begun to rise by the time you two had properly nestled into your bed, skin pressed together, legs intertwined. Jonathan slept in your arms, you held him like a baby, you couldn't sleep, too happy to have him in your arms again.

"As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine..." You whispered softly into his hair.

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