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We back at it with my favorite blue eyed daddy!! Jonathan omg my side piece (pls don’t let Joker find out) I ain’t tryna die, but I missed you.

I gotta thank my thesaurus, @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away for creating a part two! I honestly wasn’t expecting a continuation but I can’t complain! I love your work!

Let’s go! 🖤✨

Jonathan's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But it adds to the aesthetic," he countered.

He know he fine. HE KNOW! 😭😭

Y/n couldn't suppress a fond roll of her eyes as she removed Jonathan's mask, her fingers lingering on his cheek for a moment before she leaned in to capture his lips in a stolen kiss.

My heart!!

“So, when do you plan on letting your high-flying friend know about us?" he asked. Y/n's eyes widened in alarm, her head snapping towards him with a swift motion. "You wanna die?" she retorted.

I thought the exact same thang! I said it in my country accent and everything. Jonathan you really wanna die dead I see. 👀

"Better you tell him than him finding out," Jonathan said.

And what Bats gone do? He got Catwoman and Joker giving him the work soooooooooo 👀 Bats got no business judging. Next.

"But we're dealing with two vastly different scenarios here. Catwoman is a petty thief, and that’s very different from your... eccentricities. You're a werido doctor, doing experiments with questionable drugs that induce terrifying hallucinations and, sometimes, even casualties," she countered, her words laden with unease.

Jonathan turned his gaze to the ceiling, deep in thought. "Hmm," he mused softly.

This man heard his charges and neither confirmed nor denied 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Ayyyy Jonathan is funny!

Jonathan smirked, a knowing glint in his eye. "And he wants to meet me, does he?"

Y/n. You do know Jonathan knows Bruce is Batman right? He not that dumb. And Bruce is sus about Scarecrow. These are two intelligent men 🙄

Jonathan's expression softened slightly, a rare vulnerability peeking through. "I’ll be careful, Y/n. For you."

He down ASUNDER!

"I hope so. Because if Bruce ever found out who you really are... I'm not sure what he’d do."

Like, you’re giving away his identity! 🙄🙄 shut up!

"Well, for starters, you're technically my superior at work, which complicates things," Y/n began. "And let's not forget, you're literally his age, which doesn't exactly help our case. So, we’re already off to a rocky start.”

Aht. Aht. We Stan older men on this here blog. That ain’t no problem. And Jonathan being your superior is such a lame excuse. It’s 2024 love. Come now. I’ve seen the boss be the bottom and the employee be the top. Moving along..

"Will you stay the night?" Y/n asked, her voice soft and hopeful.

Like he had a choice. He’s staying 🙂 the door is already locked.

Jonathan's expression softened, and he took her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm. "And I with you," he murmured.

My hormones got me crying on this one. 🥹

"Do you really need it today?" Y/n asked, pausing her task.

NO. Please take it!!! Bruce is gonna come over and see the mask and start his detective skills! He’s gonna know if he don’t already!

“Master Wayne does have a rather... focused selection, but I assure you, Miss L/n, we do keep a few civilised options for guests. Perhaps a sparkling water with a twist of lemon.”

Alfred is subtly calling Bruce out for being an alcoholic 😂 this the same man who smelled traces of vintage whiskey in the air to track someone down soooooo alcoholic!!!!

“Oh, but we would make such a cute couple,” Y/n joked back, grinning at Alfred.

People be sleeping on Alfred. My boy was in INTELLIGENCE! Liverpool type ish. Don’t play with my boy Alfred.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly. "Weird? I’m not weird. I just want to know who’s been spending so much time with you. Making sure he’s...trustworthy.”

Bruce, you acting like a whole daddy. I like dat, but wrong fic 👀

Jonathan let out an exasperated sigh. “...I’m at work. Like, real work. At Arkham.”

My mans said chill out, it ain’t me. You trippin 🤣

“I’m not," Jonathan replied, his voice softening a little. "Look, I know what you’re thinking, and I’m trying, Y/n. I really am."

😭😭😭😭 he’s trying so hard for us omg he’s so sweet!

Bruce’s sigh echoed through the phone. “You know this makes things more complicated.”

Girl. The understatement of the year. Anyhoo.

No. She wasn’t just going to sit there.

Lawd, we don’t listen to instructions. 🤣

“Oh, look at him,” she cooed mockingly. “The mighty Dark Knight, felled by a little plant. Isn’t he beautiful when he’s helpless?”

He do. I agree. He’ll be alright but lemme objectify him real quick. Something about a man bloodied and bruised that just…

Out of the smoke stepped the Scarecrow, his form looming ominously. "Ivy," he drawled, his voice distorted and menacing, "did you forget our little agreement? No playing with my things."

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! ARE WE HIS THINGS?! Is he talking about us!!???? So freaking possessive! Ahhh!

With a single, powerful punch, he connected with her jaw, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Yeah y’all forget Batman said these hands rated E for Everyone. 💅🏾

Before Y/n could respond, a deep voice suddenly broke through the tension of the moment. “Am I interrupting something?”

Yes, now shoo.

“We can’t stay here for long,” she said, glancing at both men.

Not daddy and wannabe daddy in the same room as us. What a lovely sandwich. 🤤🤤 ahem. Sorry.

“But I want to hear it from him,” Batman insisted, not breaking eye contact.

Dang Bruce, pipe down you not my daddy (not in this fic at least)

“I was waiting for you to tell me,” Batman responded, his tone unyielding.

I knew it.

Batman’s stern gaze flicked to her. “You’re treading dangerous ground, Y/n. Associating with him,” he nodded toward Jonathan “is a mistake. He can’t be trusted.”

Now Bruce I know you ain’t talking. CATWOMAN. THE JOKER! You trust them. Only when you need your dick wet tho aight I get it.

Craw came swooping down from the sky, a single flower clasped in its beak.

I’m not okay. 🥹

There were no masks, no games, just the quiet understanding between them that, somehow, this felt right.

I’m definitely NOT okay.

@butterfly-lies-chase-them-away has didn’t again with another beautifully written fic! She strung me along for a captivating story and I will be rereading this again!

hii i wanna ask if its possible you make a part 2 on behind the mask? like for example maybe how they relationship is going on or when bruce finds out??

Behind the Mask - Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader Part 2/2

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader Scarecrow x Batgirl!Reader

(Part 1)

Word Count: 8682

Warnings: fear toxin, Scarecrow x Batgirl

Summary: Imma cut to the chase (Requested) Their relationship is well, but Crane wants to be more open

A/N: Holy shit, did this take a while, my bad guys!! I had no intentions to write a part two, as I had nothing else to add to this fic, but I had many requests for a part two so...here we are, lol I don't know how good this part is but it exists now, lol Thank you so much for the people that liked this fic, I hope this wraps it up for yous, if not...my bad let's go! 💚

The rhythmic tapping on Y/n's window had become a nightly occurrence for Y/n. She turned towards the source of the sound, her heart fluttering as she caught sight of Craw and Jonathan perched on the fire escape in front of her window.

Y/n hurried to unlatch the window, "You really ought to it open," Jonathan suggested, his voice carrying a playful edge as he flashed her a smirk.

Y/n chuckled softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. "And you really ought to use the door. This fire escape is shitty and old, it’s gonna break nay day now," she quipped back, her tone laced with affection as she pulled Jonathan inside with a tug.

Jonathan's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But it adds to the aesthetic," he countered.

Y/n couldn't suppress a fond roll of her eyes as she removed Jonathan's mask, her fingers lingering on his cheek for a moment before she leaned in to capture his lips in a stolen kiss.

The moment stretched and Jonathan lips curved into a smile. As they parted, Y/n's gaze softened, her heart skipping a beat as she watched Jonathan's smile linger.

Pulling away, Y/n made her way to her desk, her movements graceful and deliberate as she grabbed a bag of seeds she had stashed away. Sprinkling them onto the surface, she watched with delight as Craw flew from Jonathan's shoulder, his wings fluttering with excitement.

Settling onto her bed, Jonathan followed suit. Laying back on the bed, Jonathan shifted his gaze to Y/n. "So, when do you plan on letting your high-flying friend know about us?" he asked.

Y/n's eyes widened in alarm, her head snapping towards him with a swift motion. "You wanna die?" she retorted.

A chuckle escaped Jonathan's lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, so you're resorting to threats now?" he teased, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Y/n couldn't help but shove his arm in response, her touch carrying a playful edge. "You know what I mean," she countered, her tone softening with affection as she met his gaze

"Better you tell him than him finding out," Jonathan said.

Y/n's expression grew tense, her worry palpable. "Yes, but telling him means exposing you to potential danger. Who knows what he might do?" she fretted, her voice filled with concern.

Jonathan's confidence remained unwavering. "As you’ve mentioned before. It would be hypocritical for him to act out," he reasoned.

Y/n shook her head. "But we're dealing with two vastly different scenarios here. Catwoman is a petty thief, and that’s very different from your... eccentricities. You're a werido doctor, doing experiments with questionable drugs that induce terrifying hallucinations and, sometimes, even casualties," she countered, her words laden with unease.

Jonathan turned his gaze to the ceiling, deep in thought. "Hmm," he mused softly.

Y/n sighed, shifting her focus upward as well. "Besides," she continued, "it could complicate things even more, considering you don’t know his identity."

"And I’m guessing you prefer it that way," Jonathan replied.

Y/n gave him a playful pout, but before she could respond, her phone rang, cutting through the tension. With a reluctant groan, she pushed herself up and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Seeing Bruce's name on the screen, she took a deep breath and answered.

"Hey, Bruce! What's up?" she greeted, her tone deliberately light and casual to indicate that now wasn’t the best time for a serious conversation.

"Just calling to check on you," Bruce replied, his voice calm and understanding.

"I'm good, thanks. I just have someone over right now," Y/n said, glancing at Jonathan, who was watching her intently.

"Oh, is it who I think it is?" Bruce asked, a hint of teasing in his tone.

Y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yes, it is," she admitted.

"When do I get to meet this mysterious person?" Bruce asked, the question laden with unintentional irony.

The complexity of the situation weighed on Y/n as she considered her response. "Not sure," she replied, her voice careful and measured.

"I hope you won’t keep me waiting too long," Bruce said, his tone both playful and serious.

Y/n sighed inwardly, recognizing the tangled web of secrets and identities she was caught in. "I'll see what I can do," she replied, striving to keep the conversation light despite the underlying tension.

As she ended the call, Y/n looked back at Jonathan, who raised an eyebrow inquisitively. She could sense the unspoken questions between them, the delicate balance they maintained teetering on the edge of discovery and secrecy.

As Y/n put down her phone, she could feel Jonathan's eyes on her, a mixture of curiosity and concern etched across his features. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable questions.

"So, that was Bruce Wayne?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah," Y/n admitted, sinking back onto the bed beside him. "He just wanted to check in."

Jonathan smirked, a knowing glint in his eye. "And he wants to meet me, does he?"

Y/n sighed, rubbing her temples. "You know it's not that simple. He’s... protective, and if he found out about your... nightly activities, it could get messy."

Jonathan chuckled, a dark, velvety sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Messy, indeed. But you've got to admit, there's a certain thrill in walking such a fine line. Besides, he wouldn’t be as bad as your other friend."

Y/n frowned, her worry deepening. "This isn't a game, Jonathan. Bruce isn’t someone you want as an enemy. He’s...persistent. And don’t get me started on Batman"

Jonathan reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You just want to keep me safe…you’re not embarrassed of me."

Y/n was well aware of these underlying insecurities of Jonathan’s, they were hard to miss. And keeping him as a locked up secret didn’t help.

She nodded, the weight of her dual life pressing down on her shoulders. "Exactly. I don’t you getting hurt."

Jonathan's expression softened slightly, a rare vulnerability peeking through. "I’ll be careful, Y/n. For you."

She met his gaze, searching for sincerity in his dark eyes. "I hope so. Because if Bruce ever found out who you really are... I'm not sure what he’d do."

Jonathan leaned in, brushing his lips against her forehead. "Then we’ll just have to make sure he never does."

Y/n closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, her mind swirling with worry and affection. She knew the road ahead was fraught with danger and deceit, but for now, in this moment, she found solace in Jonathan’s presence.

Breaking the silence, she murmured, "We need to be smart about this. No more unnecessary risks."

Jonathan nodded, his voice a low whisper. "Aside from my obvious alter ego issues, what about me would put him off so much?" he asked curiously.

Jonathan sighed, acknowledging her points. "Yes, you make a fair point," he conceded.

"Will you stay the night?" Y/n asked, her voice soft and hopeful.

Jonathan considered her for a moment before a slow smile spread across his face. "I don't see why not," he replied, his tone warm and reassuring.

Y/n felt a wave of relief wash over her as Jonathan settled more comfortably on the bed beside her. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, silvery glow over the room. She reached out, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of his face, memorizing every detail.

"You know," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "despite everything, I do feel safe with you."

Jonathan's expression softened, and he took her hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm. "And I with you," he murmured.

They lay there in silence for a while, wrapped in each other's presence, the world outside their little bubble momentarily forgotten. The unspoken promise of mutual protection and understanding hung in the air, a fragile but resilient bond between them.

Waking up was easier than usual, especially with the enticing aroma of breakfast wafting through the air. Y/n stretched and climbed out of bed. Craw was perched on the desk, still asleep. Below the bird lay Jonathan's mask, resting limply on the surface. Y/n followed the delicious scent to the kitchen and there, she found Jonathan at the stove, and she felt a surge of gratitude that he hadn't left as she had half-expected.

"Morning," Y/n greeted, a smile spreading across her face.

"Good morning," Jonathan replied, turning to plate some food for the two of them.

He set the two plates on the small dining table, and they both took a seat. "Thank you," Y/n said softly, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

As they began to eat, Craw flew in from her room, landing on the table in front of them. Y/n broke off a piece of her breakfast and offered it to Craw, who eagerly accepted the treat.

"You don't have work?" Y/n asked between bites.

"I do, but I have some time," Jonathan responded, a small smile playing on his lips.

They ate in comfortable silence, the morning light filtering through the windows casting a warm glow over the scene.

"You know," she said, her tone playful, "you’re going to spoil me if you keep making breakfast like this."

Jonathan chuckled, stacking the plates. "Then I guess I'll have to make it a habit."

Finishing her last bite, Y/n leaned back in her chair, her eyes studying Jonathan. "I could get used to this," she admitted softly.

Jonathan looked up from his plate, his gaze meeting hers with a tenderness that was rare for him. "So could I," he replied.

Y/n squeezed his hand, feeling a swell of emotion.

Jonathan looked at his watch. "I should probably get ready for work."

Reluctantly, Y/n released his hand, watching as he stood up and began clearing the table. As he carried the dishes to the sink, Y/n stood and followed him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

They stood like that for a moment, savoring the closeness before Jonathan gently turned in her embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Y/n giggled and released him from her hold, “I’ll do the dishes.” she siad.

Jonathan walked off to her bedroom. As Y/n cleaned the dishes, she heard his voice call out. "Do you know where my mask is?"

"It should be on the desk. I saw it before," Y/n replied, rinsing a plate.

"Craw must have moved it," Jonathan said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

"Do you really need it today?" Y/n asked, pausing her task.

The question, though simple, carried significant weight. She didn’t want him to wear his Scarecrow mask, knowing it would mean he was engaging in dangerous activities that could put him at risk with Batman.

Jonathan appeared in the doorway, contemplating her words. "I suppose not," he said, moving toward her with a softened expression. "I'll see you tonight?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

"Of course," Y/n replied, looking up at him with a reassuring smile.

With a final kiss, Jonathan headed towards the door, grabbing his coat. "Stay safe," he said, a note of concern in his voice.

"You too," Y/n responded, watching as he left, the door clicking softly behind him.

Once he was gone, Y/n turned her attention back to Craw, who was still perched on the table. "You not following him?" she asked, offering the bird another morsel of food.

Craw pecked at the treat, his feathers ruffling contentedly. “Guess you’re with me then.” Y/n couldn't help but smile.

After finishing the dishes, Y/n dried her hands and made her way to the bedroom, her thoughts already shifting to the upcoming visit to the Batcave.Bruce had called her last night, and she assumed he'd want to see her today. She knew she needed to be prepared for whatever Bruce had in store for her. He was always easy on her, but sometimes, he was a lot to deal with.

Entering the bedroom, she moved to her closet and grabbed clothes to change into. She laid them out on the bed and then headed to the bathroom.

It was easy enough to get to Wayne Manor, where she was greeted at the door by Alfred. “Good morning, Miss L/n,” Alfred said with a warm smile.

“Morning, Alfred,” Y/n replied, returning his smile as she stepped into the grand foyer.

“Is Bruce home?” Y/n asked.

“He left just over an hour ago. He should be back soon. I’m sure he was expecting you. Would you like something to drink while you wait?” Alfred offered.

“That would be nice, thank you. Does Bruce have any fizzy drinks, or does he only stock protein shakes and expensive booze?” Y/n joked.

“Master Wayne does have a rather... focused selection, but I assure you, Miss L/n, we do keep a few civilised options for guests. Perhaps a sparkling water with a twist of lemon?”

Y/n chuckled softly. "Sounds good to me. I'll be down in the Batcave," she said.

Making her way down through the hidden bookshelf entrance, Y/n wasn’t too sure what she was gonna do. There were no immediate threats she was aware of, and Bruce hadn’t assigned her any specific research tasks, so she decided to indulge in a bit of fun.

She settled into the chair at the Batcomputer and typed in "Scarecrow," smirking as she did. She wanted to see what Bruce had on him and if there were any scandals she could teasingly bring up to Jonathan tonight.

As large images of Scarecrow filled the screen, Y/n smiled, engrossed in the data. She barely noticed Alfred entering the cave.

“With that smile on your face, I would have assumed you were looking at your boyfriend,” Alfred’s witty remark echoed through the cavernous space.

“Oh, but we would make such a cute couple,” Y/n joked back, grinning at Alfred.

"From what I’ve heard from Master Wayne, I’m surprised you’re not already,” Alfred said, setting down a tray with sparkling water beside her.

Y/n laughed. "Because Bruce would totally approve of him!"

“With the cat he’s running around with, he ought to be more lenient,” Alfred quipped.

"See, that's why you're my favorite butler," Y/n smiled, leaning back in the chair.

“That would imply you know other butlers,” Alfred replied with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, you’re my one and only,” Y/n said with a grin.

Just then, a notification popped up on the Batcomputer, indicating a presence at the front door. Clicking onto the camera feed, Y/n saw Bruce arriving.

“I suppose I should answer that,” Alfred said, turning to head upstairs to greet Bruce.

While waiting in the Batcave, Y/n watched as Bruce entered. “Morning, Bruce,” she greeted him.

“It’s 2 PM,” Bruce corrected, glancing at the Batcomputer's clock.

Y/n snorted, checking the time herself. "So it is."

"You called me yesterday?" she asked, turning back to him.

“I was calling to tell you there was a Scarecrow sighting last night. Thought you might be interested,” Bruce informed her.

“Really? Damn,” Y/n said, surprised.

“Too bad you were busy with your friend,” Bruce teased, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

Y/n rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a grin. "You just love to rub it in, don’t you?"

"I don’t know why I don’t get to meet him," Bruce said, crossing his arms, his tone somewhere between curious and irritated.

"Because you’d be weird about it," Y/n shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly. "Weird? I’m not weird. I just want to know who’s been spending so much time with you. Making sure he’s...trustworthy."

Y/n rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Exactly. That's what I mean by weird. You’d give him the whole ‘protective’ speech, probably stalked him. Plus, you two aren't exactly the same type of...career men."

Bruce huffed, clearly unconvinced. "It’s my job to stalk."

“And you'd probably scare him off," Y/n added, shaking her head with amusement. "You’d interrogate him like he’s some criminal mastermind."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "And is he?"

Y/n hesitated for a split second before shrugging, her grin widening. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Bruce’s expression softened, though his curiosity remained. "I just don’t want you getting hurt. That's all."

Y/n smiled at the sincerity behind his words. "I know, Bruce. But trust me, I’ve got this."

Bruce eyed her for a moment longer, his sharp gaze searching her face for any cracks in her confidence. When he didn’t find any, he finally sighed, his arms dropping to his sides. "Alright, I’ll back off…for now."

Y/n chuckled softly, pushing herself off the Batcomputer and stretching her arms above her head. "Appreciated. Besides, I think he'd be more scared of you than you’d be of him."

Bruce smirked, clearly amused by the idea. "If he's smart, he should be."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, but before she could respond, the Batcomputer beeped to life, pulling both their attention to the screen. The glowing red alert flashed in sync with a detailed map of Gotham’s city grid.

"What now?" Y/n muttered, leaning closer to get a better look.

Bruce’s expression instantly hardened, the switch from casual conversation to business happening within seconds. His fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up more data.

"Another Scarecrow sighting," he said, voice low and focused. The map zoomed in on a section of the Narrows, where several alarms had been triggered in what looked like an abandoned factory. "This could be serious."

Y/n's stomach flipped at the mention, her mind immediately jumping to Jonathan. She tried to keep her cool, but the worry crept in before she could stop it. "You're sure it’s him?" she asked, her voice steady despite the growing unease.

Bruce glanced at her, noting the change in her tone, but didn't comment. "The chemicals found at the scene match his previous attacks. It's a safe assumption."

Y/n swallowed hard, her thoughts racing. Jonathan had said he wasn’t planning anything for today...but if this sighting was real, she had no idea what he was up to.

"I’ll handle this," Bruce said, grabbing his cowl from the side. "You stay here. I don’t want you getting mixed up in it."

Y/n clenched her fists, forcing herself to keep her expression neutral. "I can help, Bruce."

"Not this time," he said firmly, already moving toward the Batmobile.

Y/n hesitated, torn between her loyalty to Bruce and her concern for Jonathan. "Just...be careful, okay?" she called after him.

Bruce paused at the Batmobile’s door, glancing back at her. "Always," he said, slipping into the driver’s seat and speeding off into the cave’s tunnel.

As the roar of the Batmobile faded, Y/n stood there for a moment, her mind swirling with what to do next. She could wait for Bruce to handle it like he always did...or she could find out for herself what Jonathan was really up to.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n made up her mind. She wasn’t going to sit on the sidelines this time.

Y/n snatched her phone off the desk, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands shook slightly as she scrolled to Jonathan's contact and hit call. She wasn’t even sure why she was so furious, after all, she hadn’t explicitly told him to quit his villainous habits, but she thought he’d at least try. That hope had been dashed with Bruce’s news.

The phone rang once, twice, three times. She didn’t expect him to pick up. In fact, she was already mentally preparing for the voicemail beep. But then, to her surprise, his calm voice came through the line.

"Hello?"

Y/n blinked, caught off guard. "What the fuck are you doing?"

There was a pause, followed by a confused, “What?"

"Don't ‘what’ me, Jonathan," Y/n snapped, pacing now. "Bruce just told me there’s a Scarecrow sighting in the Narrows. Your gas was spotted. What the fuck, Jonathan?!"

Jonathan let out an exasperated sigh. “...I’m at work. Like, real work. At Arkham.”

Y/n stopped pacing, furrowing her brow. "You’re...at Arkham?" She was still furious, but confusion was starting to take over. "But your gas-"

"Is in the Narrows, yeah, I know…" he cut her off, his tone darkening. "It’s Poison Ivy."

"Poison Ivy?" Y/n repeated, the confusion on her face deepening.

"Yeah, we made a deal a while back," Jonathan admitted, sounding less than pleased. "I gave her some of my chemical mixes in exchange for some of her plant matter. She must be using it now."

Y/n ran a hand through her hair, feeling a mix of frustration and relief. "So you're not...?" She trailed off, not quite knowing how to finish that sentence. She had been ready to go off on him, but now…

"No, I’m not running around the Narrows today," Jonathan muttered, clearly irritated by the whole situation. "And you think I’d be that sloppy if I were?"

Y/n exhaled sharply, rubbing her temple. "God, Jonathan, you could’ve warned me about the deal."

"I didn’t think she'd use it, honestly," he replied, his voice edged with frustration. "She’s impulsive when it comes to her little vendettas."

Y/n felt the anger fading, though she was still annoyed. "You’re lucky Bruce doesn’t know it’s Ivy yet."

Jonathan snorted. "Well, let’s keep it that way, shall we?"

"Yeah," she muttered. There was a beat of silence on the line before she sighed. "You better not be lying."

“I’m not," Jonathan replied, his voice softening a little. "Look, I know what you’re thinking, and I’m trying, Y/n. I really am."

She bit her lip, feeling a mixture of emotions. "Okay. Just...don’t make me regret trusting you."

“I won’t,” he said, and the sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten.

Y/n nodded to herself, even though he couldn’t see it. “Fine. I’ll deal with Bruce. You deal with Ivy.”

“Easier said than done,” Jonathan muttered.

She huffed. "Tell me about it."

After hanging up, Y/n tossed her phone onto the Batcomputer desk, running a hand through her hair. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the frustration still simmering beneath the surface. It was hard to stay mad at Jonathan when it turned out he wasn’t the one running around as Scarecrow today. But it didn’t make things any easier. But if Bruce found out Ivy was using his gas, it might blow some smoke off of Jonathan.

Y/n sank into the chair in front of the Batcomputer, her fingers drumming anxiously against the desk. Bruce had already left for the Narrows, but now she had new information, information that possibly helped the situation.

She reached for her phone and quickly dialed Bruce’s number. It didn’t take long for him to pick up.

“What is it?” Bruce’s gruff voice came through the line, filled with urgency.

Y/n exhaled sharply. “I know it’s Ivy.”

There was a pause on the other end before Bruce spoke again. “And how did you get this infomation?”

Y/n hesitated, her mind flashing back to her not-so-distant past. “Let’s just say Scarecrow gave me some insight.” Her tone was sharp and cautious.

There was another brief silence. Then Bruce’s voice, lower and more guarded, came back. “When?”

“When he reversed his drug effects on me. I found out some things during that lovely little vacation, like how he and Ivy have this deal. Something about trading toxins, he gave her some of his gas formulas.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” Bruce’s question wasn’t accusing, but the tension in his voice made it clear he wasn’t pleased.

“I didn’t think it would come up again,” Y/n said defensively, her fingers tightening around the phone. She hated lying to Bruce. “And…well, I didn’t exactly want to give you more reasons to go after Scarecrow. He did save me..”

Bruce’s sigh echoed through the phone. “You know this makes things more complicated.”

“I know,” Y/n muttered. “But Scarecrow wasn’t lying. He didn’t know Ivy was planning to use it, and now that she is, we’ve got a mess on our hands.”

There was the sound of movement on Bruce’s end, probably him moving through the dark streets of Gotham. “Stay on the Batcomputer. I’m close to the Narrows, but I need more intel on Ivy’s last known location. And we need to talk when I get back.”

“Got it,” Y/n responded, already pulling up files and maps, scanning through recent surveillance. “But Bruce…be careful. Ivy’s unpredictable, especially when she’s got a new toy.”

Bruce didn’t respond immediately, but when he did, his voice was firm. “I know.”

Y/n stayed glued to the screen, her heart pounding in her chest as she monitored Bruce’s position and scoured the data for any trace of Ivy. It was hard not to think about the delicate line she was walking, caught between the man she loved like a father figure and the villain who had once been her captor.

As the Batcomputer beeped with a new set of coordinates, Y/n’s eyes widened. “Bruce, I’ve got her. She’s holed up in one of the old greenhouses just north of the Narrows.”

“Send me the location,” Bruce replied, his tone all business.

Y/n tapped furiously on the keyboard, sending the details to his encrypted communicator. “I’ll come,”

“I don’t need backup,” Bruce replied.

Y/n smirked despite the tension. “Of course you don’t. Just be safe.”

The line went dead, and Y/n clenched her jaw, staring at the Batcomputer. She knew Bruce’s directive was clear, stay out of it. But sitting back and waiting wasn’t her style. Bruce wasn’t immune to Jonathan’s gas like she was, he was vulnerable, and knowing Ivy, she would have made the toxin much worse.

No. She wasn’t just going to sit there.

Without another thought, Y/n pushed back from the desk and made her way to the suit vault. She quickly donned her Batgirl outfit, every movement precise and practiced. The familiar weight of the cowl settled on her head, the cape brushing against her shoulders. A sense of purpose surged through her veins.

Screw Bruce’s order. She wasn’t letting him face this alone.

In record time, Y/n made her way to the Batmotorcycle. The engine roared to life beneath her, the vibrations tingling through her fingers as she gripped the handlebars. The chill Gotham air hit her full force as she sped out of the Batcave and onto the streets.

Her heart raced, not just from the speed but from the anticipation. Ivy was unpredictable, and if she was mixing her plants with Scarecrow’s fear toxins, there was no telling how bad this could get. Bruce might be Batman, but even he couldn’t always do it alone. Not this time.

As the city blurred past her, Y/n’s mind focused on the coordinates she had sent Bruce earlier, the greenhouse north of the Narrows. If Ivy had set up there, then whatever she had planned would likely already be in motion.

She tightened her grip and accelerated. She wasn’t just backup. She was part of the team, and Bruce would have to deal with that when she got there.

Y/n weaved through the dark streets of Gotham, the distant sound of sirens blending into the night as her Batcycle roared toward the Narrows. The coordinates she had sent Bruce earlier were burned into her memory, guiding her through the labyrinth of alleys and side streets with pinpoint accuracy. The further she rode, the denser the buildings became, their looming shadows creating an eerie silence over the area.

When she finally reached the edge of the Narrows, the glowing greenhouse structure came into view. It was tucked behind a row of dilapidated buildings, just as she had suspected. Ivy was hiding in plain sight, and her mix of flora and Scarecrow’s fear toxins would be deadly if released.

Y/n slowed her bike as she approached, parking it behind a crumbling wall to keep it hidden. She surveyed the scene from a distance, her breath steady as she slipped off her helmet and carefully crouched down to get a better view.

A thin, green mist hung in the air, barely noticeable, but enough to set off alarms in her mind. The plants surrounding the greenhouse seemed to writhe unnaturally, their movements synchronized, as if they were waiting for Ivy’s command. Y/n gritted her teeth. She had to get in there before this escalated any further.

Suddenly, the low hum of a Batmobile engine caught her attention. Bruce was already here. She had no idea if he had spotted her yet, but there wasn’t time to worry about that now. She tapped into her comms.

“I’m here,” Y/n whispered into her earpiece, watching the shadows of the greenhouse. “Tell me you have a plan.”

A short pause followed before Bruce’s voice crackled through. “You weren’t supposed to come, Y/n.”

“I’m aware,” she shot back quietly. “But you’ll thank me later. What’s the move?”

Another brief silence before Bruce responded, his tone edged with reluctant acceptance. “Ivy’s inside. She’s preparing to release the toxins. I need you to disable the generators behind the greenhouse. If we cut the power, we’ll stop the spread before it gets worse.”

Y/n nodded to herself, scanning the area for an entry point. “Got it. I’m on it.”

Sticking to the shadows, she slipped around the greenhouse, staying low and silent. The air smelled heavy, rich with the scent of damp earth and something sickly sweet—probably the beginning traces of Ivy’s toxin. She had to move fast.

Reaching the back of the greenhouse, Y/n spotted the generators Bruce had mentioned. Thick vines coiled around them, pulsing faintly as if feeding off the energy. She pulled out a pair of batarangs, slicing through the foliage with careful precision.

Just as she was about to sever the last vine, a voice rang out behind her, smooth and melodic. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, darling.”

Y/n froze, her blood running cold. She turned slowly, and there stood Poison Ivy, her red hair gleaming under the moonlight, eyes glowing with a dangerous, otherworldly hue. She smiled, a slow, wicked smile.

“Wondering if you were gonna show up,” Ivy purred, taking a step forward.

Y/n tightened her grip on the batarangs, her heart pounding but her face steady. “What’s your deal here, Ivy? This isn’t your usual style.”

Ivy’s smile widened, her fingers trailing through the air as the plants around them quivered in response. “Oh, you’d be surprised. Gotham needs cleansing. And with a little help from Scarecrow’s toxins, I’ll make sure it happens.”

Before Y/n could react, the vines whipped out, wrapping around her wrist and pulling her off balance. She stumbled, but quickly regained her footing, yanking her arm free with a sharp tug. Ivy laughed softly, the sound echoing through the garden.

But Y/n wasn’t backing down. "You’re not cleansing anything..”

With a quick movement, she hurled the batarangs at the remaining vines, slicing through them cleanly. The generators sputtered, their lights flickering before the power shut off completely. The greenhouse dimmed as the machinery inside ground to a halt.

Ivy’s smile vanished, replaced with a cold, calculating glare. She growled, raising her hands as the plants around them surged to life.

Just as the vines began to close in, Y/n heard a low groan from across the greenhouse. Her eyes darted to the source, and her heart dropped. There, amidst the writhing green tendrils, Batman was bound, arms and legs ensnared by thick vines, his body slumped against them. His cape was torn, his breathing labored, and his face was pale. Ivy had already hit him with a dose of her toxin, enough to weaken even Batman.

Ivy’s laughter echoed through the greenhouse as she stepped into view, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Oh, look at him,” she cooed mockingly. “The mighty Dark Knight, felled by a little plant. Isn’t he beautiful when he’s helpless?”

Y/n’s blood boiled, but she kept her face neutral, watching every move Ivy made. Her heart raced. She had to free Bruce before it was too late. But Ivy wasn’t finished yet.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you, little Bat?” Ivy sneered, her gaze now fixed on Y/n. “Disabling my power? Stopping my plan?” She stepped forward, cradling a vial of her signature toxin, swirling with an ominous green mist. “Well, let's see how clever you are after a dose of this.”

Before Y/n could react, Ivy flung the vial at her feet, shattering it with a sharp crack. The toxic gas billowed out, curling around Y/n in a cloud of green haze. Ivy grinned wickedly, certain she had won.

But something was wrong. Y/n stood there, her expression unchanging as the gas swirled around her. No coughing, no dizziness, nothing. Ivy’s smile faltered.

Y/n scoffed. “That’s not going to work on me, Ivy.”

Ivy blinked in disbelief. “What…?” she breathed, watching in shock as Y/n stepped forward, completely unaffected by the gas that should’ve incapacitated her.

“You can thank Scarecrow for that,” Y/n said, her voice edged with confidence.

Ivy’s face twisted in fury. “That traitor,” she spat, raising her hands to command the vines. But Y/n was faster.

With a quick flick of her wrist, Y/n hurled a batarang through the air, slicing cleanly through the vines that held Bruce captive. He slumped to the ground with a grunt, but he was free.

“Get her!” Ivy screamed, and the plants surged toward Y/n, but she was ready. She dodged and weaved between the tendrils, her agility unmatched as she closed the distance between her and Ivy.

Before Ivy could react, Y/n landed a solid punch to her gut, knocking the wind out of her. The plants faltered, their connection to Ivy weakening as she stumbled back.

Y/n's grip tightened on Ivy's collar, her breath heavy with adrenaline. "Give it up, Ivy," she hissed. But Ivy’s smirk only widened, eyes glinting with malicious intent.

"You really think you can threaten me?" Ivy scoffed, and with a wave of her hand, the vines surged to life once more. This time, Y/n wasn’t fast enough. Thick, thorny tendrils wrapped around her wrists and ankles, yanking her off her feet and slamming her into the ground.

She winced, pain shooting through her body as she struggled against the vines. Ivy stood over her, victorious, her emerald eyes glowing with satisfaction.

"Poor little Bat," Ivy sneered, crouching down to Y/n’s level. "You really thought you could take me on your own? Without your precious Batman to save you?"

Y/n gritted her teeth, yanking at the vines, but it was no use. They only tightened around her limbs, cutting into her skin. She was stuck, helpless as Ivy reached for another vial of her toxin, twirling it between her fingers.

"This will be much more fun," Ivy purred.

Y/n's heart raced. She had never been this close to defeat. Her mind raced for a way out, but the vines held her too tight. Batman was still too out of it to help.

Just as Ivy raised the vial to unleash its deadly contents, the sound of footsteps echoed through the greenhouse.

Ivy froze, turning her head slightly. Before she could react, a cloud of smoke enveloped her. Y/n’s eyes widened as Ivy gasped, although it had no effect on the pair, it still clouded the room in a thick smog.

Out of the smoke stepped the Scarecrow, his form looming ominously. "Ivy," he drawled, his voice distorted and menacing, "did you forget our little agreement? No playing with my things."

Ivy’s expression morphed from anger to confusion as she saw Jonathan approaching. The smoke began to clear, and she got a better view, but before she could fully process the situation, a dark figure emerged from the shadows behind her.

Batman, clad in his black armor, lunged forward with a swift precision that took Ivy by surprise. He had been lurking just out of sight, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. With a powerful sweep, he knocked Ivy off her feet, sending her crashing to the ground.

Ivy glared up at him, her confusion shifting back to fury as she scrambled to regain her footing. But she was no match for Batman’s physical strength. Jonathan must have injected him with an antidote before he entered, and now Bruce was fully alert, his abilities restored.

Bruce moved with lethal efficiency, closing the distance between him and Ivy in a heartbeat. With a single, powerful punch, he connected with her jaw, sending her sprawling to the ground. The force of the blow left Ivy dazed, and she struggled to regain her bearings.

Without missing a beat, Batman swiftly produced a set of restraints from his utility belt. He moved in to secure Ivy, tying her up with expert precision before she could fully recover. Ivy glared up at him as he tightened the knot, her defiance still flickering in her eyes, but she was completely at his mercy now.

Scarecrow strode over to Y/n, his sharp gaze locked onto hers as he effortlessly sliced through the vines with a concealed blade, freeing her from Ivy’s grasp. He crouched beside her, his face mere inches from hers.

"You really shouldn’t be here," he said softly, almost teasingly, though there was an underlying concern in his tone. "You promised me you’d stay out of trouble."

Y/n panted, still reeling from the fight. "Yeah, well...so did you," she muttered, rubbing her sore wrists.

Jonathan stood, offering her a hand. She hesitated for only a second before taking it, allowing him to help her to her feet.

"I thought you weren’t the rescuing type," Y/n quipped, her voice shaky but defiant.

Jonathan tilted his head, his mask concealing his expression, though she could almost feel the smirk behind it. "I’m not. But it seems you’re always the exception."

Before Y/n could respond, a deep voice suddenly broke through the tension of the moment. “Am I interrupting something?”

Y/n turned to see Bruce emerging from the shadows, his imposing figure silhouetted against the dim light of the greenhouse. She felt a rush of relief mixed with anxiety as he approached, his gaze scanning the chaotic scene.

“Uhh,” Y/n barely replied.

“Scarecrow.” Batman began to step closer, his cape billowing slightly with the movement, but Y/n quickly stepped forward, shielding Jonathan from Bruce’s intense scrutiny.

“Wait! Batman, he helped us...” Y/n said, casting a fleeting glance at Jonathan, who stood beside her, calm and composed amidst the chaos. “He came just in time.”

Batman’s expression remained unyielding, a hardened mask that betrayed nothing but the weight of his concern. Frustration flickered across his features as he assessed the aftermath of the battle. “You should never have come. I told you to stay put.”

Y/n felt her heart race at his reprimand, but she couldn’t let it go unchallenged. “I know, and I’m sorry, but we did it!”

Bruce's gaze shifted back to Jonathan, his voice low and demanding. “Care to explain the guest?”

Y/n struggled to articulate the whirlwind of events that had led to this moment, especially with Ivy still unconscious on the floor. “Can we talk about this later?” she said, urgency creeping into her voice.

“Not if you want him out of Arkham,” Batman replied, his tone brokering no argument.

Y/n let out a dry chuckle, the tension almost absurd. “Haha, funny you say that…”

Before she could gather her thoughts, Jonathan stepped forward, his demeanor unexpectedly calm and measured. “I am more than willing to discuss this with you elsewhere,” he said, his voice smooth yet authoritative.

This candid offer took Y/n by surprise, she hadn’t expected him to be so amenable, especially given the circumstances. Her eyes darted between Jonathan and Batman, searching for signs of tension or underlying animosity. “Scarecrow, are you sure?” she asked, hesitating as the implications of his statement settled in.

“I don’t want to cause more trouble than necessary,” he replied, his mask obscuring any deeper emotion. “But I think it’s vital we have a proper conversation about what happened tonight.”

Batman narrowed his eyes, still assessing Jonathan with a blend of skepticism and wariness. “I’m not so sure I can trust you just yet,” he said, his voice steady. “Your methods are... unconventional.”

“True, but tonight, I acted in your favor,” Jonathan replied, meeting Bruce's gaze with unwavering confidence. “Besides, you don’t want to waste this opportunity to learn more about Ivy’s plans and the potential threat they pose.”

Y/n felt the weight of the moment. She knew that trusting Jonathan came with risks, but he had also proven himself when it mattered most. “Batman, he’s right,” she added, hoping to bridge the gap.

Batman considered her words, the tension in the air palpable. Finally, he nodded slowly, the hardened expression softening ever so slightly. “Fine,” he said. “But this is not a free pass, Scarecrow. I’ll be watching you closely.”

Jonathan inclined his head. “Understood. Shall we?” He replied, his tone light, but there was an unmistakable edge to his words.

Just then, the wailing of sirens echoed through the night, cutting through the remnants of chaos like a knife. The sound sent a jolt through Y/n. “We need to move,” she urged, glancing back toward the entrance of the greenhouse where Ivy lay incapacitated.

Without waiting for a response, the three of them rushed out of the building, the scent of damp earth and foliage mingling with the sharp tang of adrenaline in the air. They quickly scanned their surroundings, seeking a more suitable location to discuss their precarious situation.

Batman moved toward a nearby alley, the shadows deep and inviting. They ducked into the narrow passage, the sound of the sirens fading into the distance as they found a moment of respite.

Y/n leaned against the cold brick wall, her heart still racing from the encounter. “We can’t stay here for long,” she said, glancing at both men.

“Agreed,” Batman said, his voice steady as he took a position near the entrance of the alley, keeping a watchful eye on the street. “But I’m more focused on the criminal in front of me right now.”

Y/n glanced at Jonathan, who remained calm and collected, his mask shadowing his expression. “I did my best” she began, her voice steadying as she recounted the events leading up to Ivy’s defeat. “I tried to stop her, but she caught me in the process. He showed up just in time to help.”

“How did he even know what was going on?” Batman asked, standing tall and imposing as he glared at Jonathan.

“Let’s not forget that I saved your life. If it weren’t for my anti-toxin, you’d still be on the floor,” Scarecrow retorted, his voice laced with a mix of arrogance and confidence.

Y/n forced a chuckle, though there was no humor in it. The tension was palpable as she glanced at Batman’s sharp eyes, her heart racing. “I-I told him…”

“And why did he come?” Batman demanded, his gaze unwavering, dissecting every nuance of Jonathan’s expression.

“I had my reasons,” Jonathan replied, his tone turning serious.

“And it’s those reasons I’d like to understand,” Batman pressed, his voice low and commanding.

Y/n sighed, feeling the weight of the situation settle in her chest. “He came for me, Batman. You already know that.”

“But I want to hear it from him,” Batman insisted, not breaking eye contact.

Jonathan remained unfazed. “I came because she called for me. She thought it was my attack downtown, and I knew she would rush to confront it. I didn’t want her getting hurt. She’s good at what she does, but she doesn’t always think.”

“Hey!” Y/n shot back, embarrassment coloring her cheeks.

“And you knew I’d be there,” Batman interjected, his tone incredulous.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t you be?” Jonathan replied smoothly. “It was you who took my mask that day, wasn’t it?”

Batman reached behind him and pulled out a piece of fabric, the unmistakable outline of Jonathan’s mask. “I’ve known for a while,” he admitted, his voice steady.

Y/n’s brows shot up in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? And you said nothing?”

“I was waiting for you to tell me,” Batman responded, his tone unyielding.

Y/n crossed her arms, muttering under her breath, “So not cool.”

Jonathan smirked under his mask, eyeing Batman. “So, what are you going to do to me, Batman? Lock me up?”

Batman tossed the mask toward Jonathan with a swift motion. “Not tonight, Crane.”

Jonathan caught the mask effortlessly and tucked it into his pocket, a glimmer of triumph in his eyes. Batman continued, his voice low and steady, “I’m guessing you know who I am as well?”

“I have an idea…” Jonathan replied.

The tension between Batman and Jonathan hung thick in the air, both men staring each other down in a silent standoff. Y/n felt the weight of their gaze as she stood between them, unsure of what to say next.

Y/n shifted nervously between the two, rocking back and forth on her heels. “Well…” she started, trying to defuse the tension in the air.

Before she could say anymore, Batman’s voice broke the silence. “This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook, Crane. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.”

Jonathan chuckled, the sound low and unsettling. “Wouldn’t expect anything less from the great Dark Knight.”

Y/n shifted her weight, glancing nervously between the two. “Cool, let’s drop it then, okay?” she said, forcing a nervous laugh.

Batman’s stern gaze flicked to her. “You’re treading dangerous ground, Y/n. Associating with him,” he nodded toward Jonathan “is a mistake. He can’t be trusted.”

Jonathan’s eyes darkened, his voice cold. “Trust is a matter of perspective, Batman. And right now, it seems she trusts me a great amount.”

Y/n felt her chest tighten. “You’re one to talk, Batman,” she said quickly, trying to bridge the widening gap between them. “The entire city knows about yours at Cat Women’s fling..”

“They’re two very different criminals,” Batman asked, his voice sharp, causing Y/n to groan. “Maybe he’s just playing a longer game, using you as a pawn.”

Jonathan stepped closer, his voice calm but edged with warning. “If I were playing a game, Batman, I’d have made my move by now. But this…tonight…I did it for her.”

The statement hung in the air, and Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. She looked up at Jonathan, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.

Batman narrowed his eyes. “You’re walking a fine line, Crane. Don’t think I won’t be there when you cross it.”

Y/n let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Okay, how about we call it a night?” she suggested, desperate to break the tension.

Batman’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he turned, his cape billowing as he strode into the shadows. “Stay out of trouble,” he muttered, disappearing into the night.

Jonathan watched him go, then turned to Y/n, his eyes softer than they had been a moment ago. “You should listen to him, you know.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “Says you.”

Jonathan smirked, his usual calm confidence returning. “Touché.”

Y/n sighed, looking up at him. “Why did you really come tonight?”

Jonathan paused, his expression unreadable. “I told you. I didn’t want you getting hurt.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The night felt strangely still, as if the chaos from earlier had been swept away.

Y/n glanced back toward the city, then at Jonathan. “I guess I’ll see you around?”

Jonathan gave her a look, glancing at Y/n, his expression softening just slightly. “Not a chance,” he said, he tucked the mask away and stepped closer. “I’m not letting you out of my sight tonight.”

Y/n blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift. “Wait, what? You’re not busy? I’ve already wasted a lot of your time.”

Jonathan’s gaze remained steady, unyielding. “You’ve had a rough night. I’m not letting you walk home alone.” His tone was calm, but there was no room for argument.

Y/n hesitated, glancing at the empty street. Part of her wanted to protest, but the other part felt a strange comfort in his words. She sighed, giving him a half-smile. “You know I can protect myself.”

Y/n shed her outer layers in the shadowed alley, blending into the darkness to avoid drawing attention.

Without another word, the two of them started walking down the quiet streets, side by side. The tension from earlier faded with each step, replaced by an odd sense of ease. Y/n glanced at Jonathan out of the corner of her eye. He wasn’t the same man she had faced in battle countless times. There was something different tonight, a strange connection between them that she couldn’t quite shake.

As they reached her apartment building, Jonathan paused at the entrance, his gaze scanning the area with sharp precision. Just then, the sound of flapping wings broke the silence. Craw came swooping down from the sky, a single flower clasped in its beak. It dropped the delicate bloom right into Y/n's hands before perching itself on Jonathan’s shoulder.

Y/n looked at the flower in surprise, recognizing the rare blossom immediately. “A flower delivery?” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she twirled the stem between her fingers.

Jonathan glanced at Craw and then at the flower, his face carefully neutral. “Must’ve been hunting and got distracted,” he said smoothly, though the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Birds are unpredictable like that.”

Y/n chuckled, stepping closer to him. “Right. A total coincidence.”

She stood on her toes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering just long enough to make him freeze for a moment. His smirk faltered, replaced by something softer, something he didn’t quite let show often.

As she pulled back, Y/n smiled warmly, clutching the flower to her chest. “Thanks, Jonathan.”

He cleared his throat, brushing off the moment as Craw flapped its wings once more. “Don’t mention it.”

Y/n walked into the apartment complex, hesitating for a moment. She glanced back at Jonathan, who was still standing there, his usual guarded demeanor softening.

“Are you coming up?” she asked, her voice quieter than before.

Jonathan's eyes flickered with something unreadable before he gave a slight nod. “If you’ll have me,” he replied, stepping forward.

They walked up to her apartment together in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft flutter of Craw’s wings as the crow swooped ahead of them. When they reached her door, Y/n pushed it open and stepped inside, feeling Jonathan’s presence right behind her.

As the door shut behind them, the weight of Gotham, of the night’s events, seemed to fade away. There were no masks, no games, just the quiet understanding between them that, somehow, this felt right.

A/N: Sorry if it isn't good, I got through half of it then disappeared for ages, then carried on, so if it doesn't line up right then...oops I will not be writing any more parts for this, as there is nothing else for me to add to this fic, sorry I also ended up finishing this fic at like...2am, so if it's shit...my bad again Thank you for the support and I hope you did enjoy :) 💚

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