Scarecrow's Long Suffering Secretary

"I just work for him. He pays good, okay?" A self-insert who works for the Scarecrow as a secretary. Played for fun, gags and stress relief. Knows about the multiple universes and will treat any Jonathan Crane as her boss. Mun and Muse are of age. May contain triggers and NSFW. Face Claim: Charlyne Yi Sideblog to clinicalphobia Tracks #abriguhan

[dicklover3000]

i'm 5'3 and i will fight ur tall ass i don't give a fuck

[leemaultsby]

[filleaquitte-deactivated2014101]

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[abriguhan]

People? People are here? [Open]

[recon-special-aware-nature-blog]

She nodded, smiling. “Yes, this is it. And I don’t judge, don’t worry.” With a chuckle, she looked for some paper and a pen. “I’m going to leave him a note so that he knows the folder is with me.”

After a bit, she found the paper and pen she needed, writing a note on the top of his desk. ‘I got the formula and will return it asap. ~Re.Sp.Aw.N.’

[abriguhan]

“W-wait! I thought you said you were only going to take a picture of it?! I told you, I’m not allowed to take out files without the doc’s permission!” she hurriedly scrambled, blocking the doorway in case she tried to make a break for it.

Anything about her questionable sexuality was promptly pushed aside, back into the closet were it belonged.

[abriguhan]

Father... Crane? What? [doctor-crane]

[fathercrane]

It only took Crane a moment to realize that something was wrong. Something was most definitely wrong. The older man frowned, at first glance, it appeared as if his counterpart had sent a little girl in his stead. But this was not a little girl, clearly, this was a pub. Barring any interference from the magical faceless beings: anonymous, this was most definitely not the other Crane. Glacial eyes hardened into a glare that became intently fixed upon the young woman before him. “Who are you? What are you doing here? You are referring to me with that title because…?” Crane asked coldly, ice blue eyes scanning about, looking for the other Crane… but the other man was nowhere to be found. That scowl turned slightly sad.

[abriguhan]

The man definitely wasn’t happy but the girl held her ground. This was her fault so she had to own up to it, didn’t she? She would lie a little, as best as she could, to make sure the whole thing didn’t blow up in her face and explain to her boss later.

“I’m, uh, Mister Scarecrow’s assistant, Father sir,” she began. Could you blame her for not being all that confident? This was a Jonathan Crane who may or may not be friendly towards her. For all she knew, she would be writhing on the floor, bloodstream full of toxin within the next five minutes. “He couldn’t make it here because there’s an emergency. And I was told to go here to inform you... and keep if you company, if you wish.”

[abriguhan]

I'm not adult enough for this [agentswallows]

[agentswallows]

"How do you not know a Roxanne? I’ve met like twelve in my life! Although—to be fair—most of them weren’t legally named Roxanne. But Coke doesn’t care about legality." This whole ordeal was becoming more vexing with each passing second; not to mention the fact that this little assistant was not taking her excuses. For someone that had stared down angry cultists fairly regularly, she wasn’t very scared about the fighting portion—just terribly inconvenienced.

"I’m not trying to be a bitch here—I’m not. You’ve got a job to do and well, it’s a shit job. I’m going to be straight out with you: your boss is collecting this all way too early. What’s his problem? He said I could pay back when I could and now he’s riding my ass? Jesus." Pausing, she picked up a pen and tapped it on the desk to some song she had stuck in her head. She didn’t have the funds to give him unless she was stupid enough to dip into her Agency’s funds—and she was not stupid.

"Okay, how about this: can I repay in favors? He seems to be in a jam and I have resources and skills that could be useful. There’s no need to fight anyone. And if he’s in need of a bit of help, I can do that. I just can’t give him the money yet. So, how about that? Sounds reasonable?"

[abriguhan]

“I know an Erudita. Do you know an Erudita?” she asked, tilting her head. Well, frankly, the girl knew a lot of strangely named people if one were to ask her. She knew a Vida, an Elsa that wasn’t a snow queen, a Mann and a whole bunch of other unique names. But no Roxanne.

Still, she knew what it was like to have no money and to have loan sharks breathing down her neck. And she certainly didn’t put it against the woman for not paying right now. Because, she was right; the boss was charging everyone early.

There was an exasperated sigh. “Know what? Since I’m so nice, what do you say I pay your debt for now and you repay me in favours, like you said?” The girl was too nice for someone who’s been in Gotham City for a year or so. She sort of fit in with the crazy people, at least. “I’ll pay with money out of my own pocket and you work for me for a bit. Could be nice to have a sidekick of my own.”

An I cannot believe I’m fucking doing this crossed her face but she seemed resolute to do it if Swallows agreed.

[abriguhan]

What is proper protocol for dealing with your boss' ex? [mistress-of-queer]

[mistress-of-queer-deactivated20]

The word “scarecrow,” startled her, and Becky was faced with a decision. She could either write the girl off as crazy and work from there, most likely going on her way without another glance, or she could…investigate. Her entire being knew which was the more dangerous option, but it also knew which she’d choose. 

Becky limped as fast as she could across the road, making her way to the strange girl. “Did you say-” but the girls funeral plans stopped her in her tracks.

"You’re not, no one’s gonna hurt you." The promise came out jilted. Becky wasn’t used to comforting people. 

[abriguhan]

Scrubbing at her eyes, the girl mumbled: “I hope not,” before sobering up rather quickly. “I don’t want to die just because, it turns out, I have to kidnap you or something. Which I won’t do, by the way, because yeesh. I’ll pick up your damn drycleaning doc’ but a kidnapping is a bit much.”

She puts out her hand suddenly and even introduces herself: “Adel.” As if she hadn’t been speaking of dying or kidnapping her just a few seconds ago.

[patronsaintoffear-archive]

He really had no idea what was going on. “No, though I’m not sure why anyone would want to help me,” he mused, watching the girl move almost mechanically. Was this rehearsed? Certainly a joke from Nygma or something. That was really the only thing he could think of off the bat. “Mister would also be quite incorrect, as I’m a doctor or professor, besides it sounding… Fairly stupid.” He snickered, watching her with amusement. If, perhaps, she hadn’t met him under such circumstances, he would be much more annoyed. However, the situation in itself was too comedic for him to take seriously by any means.

[abriguhan]

“I’m contractually obliged to help out Professor Crane,” the girl deadpans. And yes, he just did refer to the man in the third person. At least she’s referred to him by the proper title now. She doesn’t quiet mention with whom that contract was made, unsure if this one knew of the multiples.

“...Also, I like helping people out?” she adds awkwardly, lopsided grin when she hears the doctor snicker. Snicker. She takes it as a good sign. Or a really, really bad one if this is one of the Cranes with a violent Crow. “Soooo, is there anything I can help you with? Get you coffee, dry cleaning, hide a dead body, go undercover? You name it, I’m probably up for it.”

[abriguhan]

I had to pick up the dry cleaning [arkhamsirensong]

[arkhamsirensong]

"No languages in my house that I cannot speak." She said, as stern as any school teacher, but let the words pass. Likely Crane would not appreciate it if she disappeared. Maybe. 

"Help me with something? What exactly were you told?" Though, being ever so used to having henchmen the size of small german engineered cars show up at her house on a regular basis for shelter and aid, this was far from problematic. Heaving a sigh, she headed for the kitchen. There was fresh baked spiced goods on the counters cooling, and she waved offhandedly at one of the racks, "Help yourself. And if you think Crane might like some, I can set some aside for him. I don’t believe we’ve met; which is odd, I tend to know so much about former colleagues. He’s kept you quite the secret." 

Was Juliet gossiping? Interesting. She usually didn’t feel so inclined toward that. 

[abriguhan]

Wincing at the stern tone, the girl gave Juliet a two fingered salute and mumbled: “Yes ma’m.”

She tails her to the kitchen too, quite like a lost pup. The baked goods are glanced at with some interest. “I really shouldn’t eat on the job... and I’m on a diet,” she lies. Her? A diet, yeah right. But she doesn’t like eating in front of other people unless she’s really hungry. She’s already a big joke as it is, without being called a pig too.

“But I’m not too surprised that Mister Scarecrow hasn’t mentioned me. I’ve only been working for a year with him, more or less. And I’m not really that important either, ya’ know?” As far as she saw it, she was merely useful and convenient for the doctor. And maybe he had some pity on her too. “I work for him. If we get caught, I plead the fifth and all that sthuff. Once he’s out of wherever he’s locked up, I catch him up on things.” She was like a PDA. But Jonathan didn’t know how to use an actual PDA.

"He talks sometimes about you though, Miss Wunsch. But you didn't hear that from me."

[abriguhan]

Clowning Around [its-a-harlequinxde]

[its-a-harlequinxde-deactivated2]

"Well, Adel, how’d ya feel about askin’ Two-Face, or Harvey, whoeva’ wants ta go?" Harley asked. Harvey was at least polite enough to tell her he wasn’t comin’, but he hadn’t replied either.

"Ya know, if I’d known gettin’ people ta come woulda been so hard, I wouldn’ta made attendance optional. Not that ti would have been easy to enforce that with her Puddin’s help. 

[abriguhan]

The girl stares flatly at Harley and remembers almost being choked to death by one of Mister Dent’s thugs. That was just a few days ago. “...Yeah, why not? I got to go over to his territory to bring some package from the doc’, anyway.”

She just really hoped that people actually remembered to not shoot the damn messenger. “I don’t think you can really make a party mandatory though. Rubs off people the wrong way. And a party is no fun if the people in it are no fun.”

[abriguhan]

Designated Driver [anythingbutabaybreeze]

[anythingbutabaybreeze]

"Really? Thanks! It’s nice to meet you, Adel. I’m Lisa. Hopefully, I can help you pass the time while your boss gets…well, while your boss does whatever it is that your boss is doing."

She  wasn’t sure who exactly this boss was and for a moment, she played a  little game with herself, trying to guess which patron was her employer. Unfortunately, dim lighting and a multitude of possible suspects were preventing her from getting very far. Time to give up.

"Which one is your boss?" Sipping at her own drink, she waited intently for the answer to her little inquiry. Hopefully, it wasn’t the guy in the backwards cap who just face planted into some poor brunette’s lap.

[abriguhan]

Adel can see her trying to guess who her boss was. As stupid as she claims to be and as socially inept as she generally was, she could at least figure that out.

At the question, she rubbed at her eye and hummed. But, really, this was just to subtly point Lisa in the direction where her boss was at. If she made it many more obvious, she’d likely to get shot considering some of the doctor’s companions.

“He’s that really skinny, freakishly tall guy, brown hair, blue eyed, glasses over there. The doc’ Crane.” It looks like he was just on his second shot of vodka. Maybe he’d still be sober enough to drive. The girl didn’t particularly feel like committing vehicular manslaughter today. “Doesn’t look like much but he’s one of the big guns around here and he’s really scary when he wants to be.”

[abriguhan]

From one... er, employee to another? [exuviiated]

[exuviiated]

"I found a recipe for cake. Never tried to make it, of course. I’m not made out for baking." He was made out for cutting things open, and examining them. He’d probably be doing just that to the boxes that night.

"I don’t really have a contract. It’s more of a… I stay, and do what he needs me to do." He’d never really thought about asking for more, or asking for less, or asking for help. Or staying on people’s good sides, but that was an entirely different subject.

"Is the water okay? Bottled water doesn’t taste all that great sometimes."

[abriguhan]

Nodding, she hummed. She supposed it would make sense for a guy like the Riddler to not have contracts. Or any of the rogues, actually. Those could be really big pieces of incriminating evidence if push came to shove. But, hey, what did she know about how the big bosses operated?

“Water’s fine. As long as it’s not poisoned, right? Better than the bottled water from where I’m from, ‘nyway,” she spoke, trailing off.

“So, can I help you or anything? I’ve got nothing else to do for the rest of the day.” Never mind the fact that, if she was able to make friends, this might be another place to chill at. Especially during the times the doc’ tosses her out of the office.

[emelelizabeth]

[beaky-peartree]

being genderfluid and pansexual means that no matter who i date, it is both a gay and a straight relationship. schrodinger’s gay.

[daringtome]

Please be careful with me. Sometimes I just get sad and I don’t know why. I’m sorry.

(via soulsscrawl)

[thunderupton-deactivated2014120]

I have a massive fear that no one actually likes me, rather everyone is just politely tolerating me hoping I leave them alone

[crucigera]

No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough

Clementine Von Radics (via vomitbrat)