#scarecrow: year one

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

PLS look at Baby jon on the cover of Scarecrow: Year One <3

Scanned at 300dpi

[children-of-arkham]

"Histrionic , I know - like the costume. But then we are all a bit...bent... We Keenys and Cranes."

(I was bored yesterday trying to figure out what to draw for my AU so I made some Year one Scarecrow eye for practice.)

[stellarbay]

I DIDN'T KNOW NEIL CICIEREGA FILMED THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR MY FAVORITE CONCEPT ALBUM'S BEST SONG BASED ON JONATHAN CRANE SPECIFICALLY SCARECROW: YEAR ONE !!?!

[godspeedviper]

Hell is Real: A personal account of the American South as told by Dr. Jonathan Crane

"Hell is real" he said, eyes fixated on the floor as he exhaled a smoky breath. "That much I know"

"I didn't take you for a religious man"

"I'm not." his voice was prim, proper, long gone are the traces of an identifying southern drawl, forced out by the ardent desire to become more myth than man. Human beings have hometowns, fear itself does not.

"God does not exist, but Hell is very real." Jonathan takes another puff from a cigarette that looks almost like a sixth finger in his spindly grasp. His hands are long, fingers narrow, with skin as pale and dry as bone.

"Forsaken by both mother and father, I have been destined for Hell from the day I was born."

"If you are not a religious man, then are you a determinist? Do you believe you were always meant for evil? Can man not change his ways?"

"I am neither religious nor determinist, rather I am a man of science, but even science agrees with me." Crane puffs out a final plume of smoke, and puts out the cigarette butt in the crude ash tray before him. "An object in motion stays in motion until acted upon by an equal or greater force. Evolution traces a line back to a common ancestor, a common sin, and psychology lets us know that a man is built out of the influences of his growing environment."

He continues to stare at the floor, and the icy hot glare of his crystalline gaze bores a hole through the present. Memory bleeds out.

"They used to say that great grandpa Keeny fooled around with a fortune teller when the circus came into town... She told him to wait for her, that they would come back next harvest..."

His voice trailed off, swept away by the invisible currents of memory.

"She came back." Crane's voice now had a subtle lilt which he tried to stifle with a cough. "She came back and realized that great grandpa never intended to keep that promise. It's said that she then laid a curse on him and his bloodline. The years wore on, each harvest season claiming a new prize till there was nothing left but the house and me. It's why great grandma became such a pious woman, but even Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. No amount of prayer could save the house of Keeny from falling."

"Do you believe in that curse?"

"I believe that nothing good comes from confining an orphan boy to the attic, in a town abundant with suspicion, bourbon and sin. Night after night I would fall asleep to the sounds of televangelism seeping through the cracks in the floorboards. I dreamt of Hell."

Jonathan reached out for another cigarette, never bothering to look up. He inhaled deep, exhaled slow, and closed his eyes.

"Even in my cell I can still hear the distant voice of pastors speaking through static. I can still smell the rotting wood and Georgia heat. Nothing good ever grew on that farm, and I am no exception."

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[linxrouge4life]

Me when I see smol Year one Jon in his smol bed rubbing his smol eyes sleepy:

Its just so precious

[the-exception-to-the-rules]

I was wrapping Christmas gifts when I thought of this...

Jonathan Crane (aka The Scarecrow) wouldn't really celebrate or even look forward to the Christmas season. As a child, Granny never let him experience Christmas like all the other kids did. Sure, there might have been a nativity set and candles, but there was no decorating a tree, no decorating cookies, no Christmas music playing. The atmosphere was never joyful or triumphant. Jonathan never wrote letters to Santa, or heck, got to believe in Santa in general. Granny probably told him outright that he didn't exist. While other kids talked about what they hoped to get for Christmas, Jonathan knew what he would recieve: nothing. Or if he did get something from Granny, it was an orange or clothes...and they were never ever wrapped.

I think we can all agree, Harley likes to give her friends gifts (either for Hanukkah or Christmas). She not only does her best to get or make something unique for each person; she also takes great care in wrapping the gifts. It is for this reason, she never wraps Jonathan's gifts with cheesey red and green Santa-clad wrapping paper. She notices how he seemingly hates the brightly colored wrapping paper everyone in Gotham seems to use. How it is just another reminder of what he never got as a child. Therefore, she uses black wrapping paper (Nightmare Before Christmas if she can find it!), buffalo plaid (bonus points if it is actual plaid fabric), burlap (lol), and brown parcel paper with twine (maybe even the red-and-white striped one) with a little greenery. It always makes it easy to spot which gifts are for Jonathan, something he really appreciates.

[skrunckly]

rough year one scarecrow sketch that i don’t have the balls to ruin with line art.

[angstandhappiness]

Little guy

Tiny, clingy Dick Grayson appreciation post

[drawingwithegg]

i drew a fewa the scarecrow lego toy designs!

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Never Forget || The infamous Scarecrow: Year One Dildo

(close up below the cut in case you can't find it)

[linxrouge4life]

Pov: Every time Year One Jon goes to sleep: *just sleeping maybe snoring softly*

5 mins later: *waking up from a major nightmare in cold sweat* Ah *bleep*.

Get out your feathers, your patent leathers Your beads and buckles and bows For there’s no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!

Well this got out of hand. Remake of a messy doodle I did in a psychology lecture (oh, the irony) based on an idea I got when talking about Jonathan’s childhood with a friend. And yeah, I ruined Hello Dolly for myself.

[chillguy42]

[gffa]

Bruce just picking Dick up by the literal scruff of his neck and lifting him clear off his feet when hauling him out of the way of a stampeding crowd is exactly the kind of content I read baby Dick Grayson stories for. Sorry your dad is so annoying, kid, but it's really funny for me as a reader!

[batfam-belfry]

Robin: wow a baby. Wouldn't you just LOVE a child, Batman? An orphan circus kid, maybe?

Batman: I will knock you out

[zero-rabbit]

I honestly think it solidified the idea that there was something wrong with him in his mind. Something that no mother (or anyone) could love.

Question for Scarecrow fans who have read Year One, What do you think was going through Jonathan's head when he realized that his mother had had another child, which she kept?

[the-exception-to-the-rules]

I don't think Jonathan Crane regrets much. He doesn't regret killing his great-grandmother. He doesn't regret scaring Bo and Sherry, inadvertently causing Bo to become paralyzed and killing Sherry. He doesn't regret shooting the gun in class that led to being fired.

But one thing he does regret is pointing the gun at his half-sister (not that he will admit it). It's one thing to threaten to shoot his mother, who he believed abandoned him to suffer Great-Granny's abuse; it's another thing to threaten to shoot a sleeping toddler.