#v ; jonathan crane ❜ am i insane ??

[fearprophet]

     ❝ — We’ll get a plastic tree, don’t worry. ❞    He says quite amusingly: he’s not quite sure about his daughter's reaction when she sees a murdered Christmas tree in their living room for a whole month. He’s trying hard to make their lives as normal as possible.

     ❝ — We just gotta be careful with it - last time I had a tree, Sugar tried his best to ruin it for me. ❞   Nasty crow.     ❝ Is there anything else you want to do for Christmas ?? ❞

@soleiltm  /  ♥ ‘d for a starter.

[burlapterrors-a-blog]

@swcctcrcaturc continued from here.

     A mere vent  he did not wish to share outloud, but his mouth has betrayed him. His eyes looked at EVERYWHERE IN THE ROOM except her. 

      ❝ — Because I don’t want to live in the need of needing someone.❞ 

[fearprophet]

HONNAH

❛ Personally, I think the law is one of the shittiest ideas ever. Why can’t we just live like that movie the Purge, y'know? I think people would be way more understanding. But, it’s whatever I guess. Can you at least gimme a hint as to what we’re gonna be doin’? I don’t wanna lie in wait, waiting kills me! I am not a patient person! ❜

     ❝ — Because sometimes, people need a higher commander. Not everyone has the self-control both of us has, and people would have no order whatsoever. ❞   THAT Jonathan would understand, being his number one example a certain purple clown.   ❝ It involves food, so, be happy. ❞

[fearprophet]

     It’s something so small - and he’s not even sure she’ll understand how much it means to him, how much it brings him peace.   His balcony is incredibly big - he has to have a lot of space to feed his crows. Sugar is merely one of them ( he would never admit he’s biased, but Sugar was definitely his favorite companion ), as the other birds carefully rest in his window.

     ❝ — Just make sure you don’t scare them - they may bite you a little bit too, but you’ll get used to it. ❞   It’s almost natural, the movement he does around them, as if he’s not surrounded by birds of prey.    ❝ Just get a handful of food and wait for them to come to you. ❞

@hybrided / ♥’d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

     With heavy eyes, he looks over at his counterpart: similar, yes, similar to an extent Jonathan didn’t quite know yet, but sharing the name means nothing to him.

     Different outfits, different values, and maybe different personalities - yes, we can say Crane feels some sort of intimidation.  It could turn either wonderfully, or sour real quick.    They can quickly relate, unite, bond over their beliefs and their works, help each other mutually.

      Or they could despise each other - a clash of egos.  He’s not sure which one of them is more dangerous, but he has the possibilities on his mind, now he just needs to test them.

     ❝ — This is bullshit. ❞  He starts with the right foot - it’s more of a lament than an insult directed to the other burlap men, but the possibilities of two Jonathan Cranes ending up locked in Arkham at the same time were little.

@influencedbyfear /  ♥ ‘d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

MARY

“I don’t have to watch yourhostages,” Mary snapped back without hesitating, and within seconds she was onher feet, standing on the seat of the chair with her arms folded over herchest, pistol clasped loosely in one hand. There was an underlying meaning toher words which was far from subtle – youdon’t tell me what to do.

It was that or admit she’d fucked up, and she’d turn herselfin to the GCPD before she’d do that.

“Now because I’m being nice, I’ll go deal with your problem.” Before he could respond,she jumped down from the chair and marched towards the door.

      In the many years of crime that Jonathan had, he never got used to the word hostage. It seemed harsh, too harsh, but in the end, he had to accept it. THEY WERE HOSTAGES, TEST SUBJECTS, GUINEA PIGS, for the greater good. That was the excuse that made him sleep at night. Or at least, the rare occasions he slept.

      He could still hear the victim’s steps, but he knew he wouldn’t go too far ;; Jonathan had been in the business for too long, he knows how to lock the doors.

     ❝ — Gee. Thank you SO much for your aid, Mary. How can I ever repay you ?? ❞    Imagine the most monotone tune ever, and double it. Crane had become very fond of sarcasm, but wasn't that what she wanted to hear ??

[fearprophet]

      Every time that time of the year was coming near, Jonathan would ignore it - at least, this year that’s what he chooses too. Maybe he would get a few Christmas gifts for people he liked ( buy with his own money, at least, he doesn’t feel like putting up the energy to steal things at the moment ), but nothing more. Other years, he decorates the big plastic tree he keeps on his attics, makes small gifts and hats for the crows, and if he’s in Arkham he’ll gladly join the Christmas celebrations, this year he’s just tired.

     Still, there are some things he can’t avoid.  The burlap grinch is sitting on the couch, green socks on his feet ( no shoes inside the house ), his normal black trousers and the most awful, bright red Christmas sweater.

     ❝ — What’s wrong with it ?? ❞  He doesn’t like it but Sylvester gets under his skin, the insult against his sweater was enough to make him look away from his book.

@dxrgeist /  ♥ ‘d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

     Out of all rogues he associated with, Lazlo was certainly among the ones he despised the most.   This doesn’t mean, however, that he wouldn’t interact with him - Jonathan knows how to not mix up business relationship with personal ones, but among the awkward companionship that leads among all Arkham children, he catches himself chatting between meetings, heists or even through the cell’s bars.

     ❝ — We’re going to riot next week. ❞  Not uncommon: people joined and helped each other getting out of the Asylum all the time.  ❝ Are you coming with us ?? We could use your help.  ❞

@macellaiio /  ♥ ‘d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

     ❝ — You gain nothing from it, boy. ❞

     He’s seen all sort of criminal in the town, and while this one is nothing new, he certainly knows how to make a scandal. Jonathan separated crime in necessary, like his own, or useless, made for petty entertainment. Guess which one he despises with his heart.

     ❝ — I get that the reaction from the public is amusing... Addicting at some point, but you’re gaining nothing from it. ❞ He tilts his head, leaning it against his hand. ❝ At least, try to show a point. ❞

@believedthem / ♥ ‘d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

     ❝ — It’s almost Christmas. ❞

     He says with the calmest smile — but something tells you he’s up to something. He doesn’t usually celebrate Christmas a lot, not by his own at least, but now with Tate at home, he’s hoping to do something small and cozy.

     ❝ — We could have a Christmas tree this year. And you could make a letter to Santa. ❞ He could cookies too — and they could be pretty great if he didn’t burn them all the time.

@c0kehead / ♥ ‘d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

     He’s sitting quietly on the common room, reading something Dr.Leland allowed him to have ( quite amusingly reading a Dr. Seuss books, gaining quite a few stares from people who he just stared back, making them look away ), when she sensed the woman’s feet on the couch, catching antlers on her head from the corner of his eyes. He also looks around to see the bright Christmas decorations.

     ❝ — Please, Harleen, Arkham is already depressing enough without the lights. ❞

@certifiednutso / ♥ ‘d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

    Oh, the pain. If Jonathan could avoid any of those feelings - all those warm, burning sensations on his chest, stopping his blood from moving all over his body, paralyzing at most of the man’s words and having to think perfectly, the words to say, the actions to do.

    If that was anything close to being in love, it’s fucking horrendous, and it certainly wasn’t worth half the trouble.

     And that’s exactly what Sylvester was: TROUBLE. The small glimpse of happiness, of comfort and love he transmitted, didn’t tower over the fights, lies, the danger, the constant alert Crane forced himself to be at all the times.

    Still, those small weak moments were enough to make him stay: he isn’t eager for much more, he’s usually quite content with so little, but it’s just something he can’t quite figure out yet.

      And he tries to not think much about it: the more he does, the more stressed and confused he gets. Labels were absolutely off the table, he made it very clear ( not with words, but gestures ) and at the same time, that decision only made things worse.

     He didn’t know what he wanted.

     Jonathan can no longer concentrate on his book: his doubts were flashing before his eyes as he straightens up and breaks the comfortable silence ( funny how they seemed to be more comfortable in absolute quiet - words were wood to the fire ) as he takes a deep breath.

     ❝ — I’m not feeling so good. ❞  I want to go home, he should say, but he doesn’t want to be away from the blond siren.

@blanc-perfumes / ♥’d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

      Edward was a man of ego: Jonathan has studied multiple cases like his over the years, the mere glimpse of cockiness in one of his patient’s eyes already pissing him off ( HE SHOULD KNOW BETTER ) but, at the same time, being amused by such minds.

       HYPOCRITE THAT HE IS -- WHEN HE’S SO FULL OF HIMSELF.

     But The Riddler was no patient - he was an alliance, a fellow rogue, someone Jonathan trusted slightly.

      ❝ — You know -- If you were quiet, you would spare me one heck of a headache. ❞

@verdantvillain  / ♥’d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

      Most of the time, Crane receives the clown with an open heart and open arms: he doesn’t mind being her confidant when things got hard, or when she just wanted to check on him ( under the disguise she wants to gossip, a lie that he feeds so she doesn’t feel bad ), and always appreciated Quinzel.

      But right now ?? He’s angry — he’s a beast, mad at someone for something they did, something useless for the others and he didn’t bother to explain either. So when he senses the cheerfulness, hoping to inside the room, he just raises his hand.

     ❝ — NOT in the mood. ❞

@quiinnsanity / ♥’d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

     ❝ — Believe me: I don’t like to hire other people to do a job I could do. ❞

     He’s bold, but he thinks it’s better than lying in this specific occasion: and while the mind of hired assassins was quite intriguing to explore, it certainly made Crane feel itchy -- he may be a very cruel man, but the human life was still madly worth for him, even if he had to end some every now and then.   Lawton, however, was one of the few he trusted.

     ❝ — That aside, I need it done. And unfortunately, it is... ❞   Come on, there is no shame in admitting it.  ❝ ...beyond my abilities. ❞

@isdamned / ♥’d for a starter.

[fearprophet]

     Anyone with anything close to sanity in their minds knew that working with the clown was something dangerous: even the other rogues, in all their disloyalty, had the silent consensus to avoid him like the plague.     

     Despite that, Jonathan decided to take the risk: he feared no one, and especially not someone who is known to be feared. He would approach him with care, yes, common sense wasn’t off the table, but he would like to see the sparkle of insanity, of little compassion towards life that everyone seemed to be talking about.

     ❝ — I got to say - I found your request to see me... a bit surprising. ❞  He allowed him to come to Crane, not the other way around. He allowed him to kill his goons, his guards, to lurk into his hideout: it was almost as if Jonathan knew that was the price to pay to have his visit.

@smiledarn / ♥’d for a starter.