Ask Jonathan Keeny Crane & Eddie Nygma

The Fearsome Scarecrow and The Cunning Riddler

[askjonathankeenycrane]

eddie what do u think of the version of you from the show gotham?

“I’ve never met him, but if he’s a Riddler then I’m sure we’d get along.”

[askjonathankeenycrane]

eddie ily

“Thank you. I’m glad to know some people still appreciate me.”

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+Crane: Punkin Huntin – Casual thing to get back into the swing of things and prep my creativity for autumn. Wanted to draw pumpkins, sugar cookies, plaid, worn jeans, practice with fabric creases, and casual Crane, so I threw it all together as a warmup. In casual clothes he really does look like a scarecrow, doesn’t he? Guess he’s coming back from the pumpkin patch or something. (Manga Studio EX5)

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phobos-sans-deimos:

They bury their face in their hands. They’re so fucking tired.

“What would you have done?”

What have I done?

[askjonathankeenycrane]

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phobos-sans-deimos:

askjonathankeenycrane:

I should have.

They push themself up to their knees, swaying dangerously.

“What are you waiting for? You know what I deserve. Go on. Spare me the effort.”

I’m tempted to.

[phobos-sans-deimos]

“Why don’t you? Why have you consistently passed up every chance you have?”

[askjonathankeenycrane]

I don’t know.

[phobos-sans-deimos]

They sort of sag against the wall, all their taunting energy expended.

“Figures.”

[askjonathankeenycrane]

*stands there, unsure what to do next*

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phobos-sans-deimos:

askjonathankeenycrane:

I should have.

They push themself up to their knees, swaying dangerously.

“What are you waiting for? You know what I deserve. Go on. Spare me the effort.”

I’m tempted to.

[phobos-sans-deimos]

“Why don’t you? Why have you consistently passed up every chance you have?”

[askjonathankeenycrane]

I don’t know.

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phobos-sans-deimos:

askjonathankeenycrane:

I should have.

They push themself up to their knees, swaying dangerously.

“What are you waiting for? You know what I deserve. Go on. Spare me the effort.”

I’m tempted to.

[askjonathankeenycrane]

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phobos-sans-deimos:

askjonathankeenycrane:

*punches them again*

They glare, feeling around for loose teeth.

“You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

I should have.

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phobos-sans-deimos:

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phobos-sans-deimos:

“Haven’t a clue why.”

They’ve never understood why Eddie liked them. They never will.

Neither do I. You’re reprehensible.

“So are you.”

*punches them again*

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phobos-sans-deimos:

Their breath starts to level out as the visions fade. They look him in the eyes.

“Then why don’t you? We both know I deserve it.”

*punches them instead of answering the question*

[phobos-sans-deimos]

They spit blood at his feet.

“You’ve hated me for years and your son no longer loves me.” The last words stick in their throat and they grit their teeth. “I’m surprised I made it this long.”

Maybe, just maybe, if they play their cards right this can end.

[askjonathankeenycrane]

My husband is still fond of you. *it’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either*

[phobos-sans-deimos]

“Haven’t a clue why.”

They’ve never understood why Eddie liked them. They never will.

[askjonathankeenycrane]

Neither do I. You’re reprehensible.

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phobos-sans-deimos:

Their breath starts to level out as the visions fade. They look him in the eyes.

“Then why don’t you? We both know I deserve it.”

*punches them instead of answering the question*

[phobos-sans-deimos]

They spit blood at his feet.

“You’ve hated me for years and your son no longer loves me.” The last words stick in their throat and they grit their teeth. “I’m surprised I made it this long.”

Maybe, just maybe, if they play their cards right this can end.

[askjonathankeenycrane]

My husband is still fond of you. *it’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either*

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phobos-sans-deimos:

Their breath starts to level out as the visions fade. They look him in the eyes.

“Then why don’t you? We both know I deserve it.”

*punches them instead of answering the question*

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phobos-sans-deimos:

They scramble back against the wall but they’re too weak to get up, their hands too wet and shaky. They try anyway and Bolton laughs when they fall again.

The water rises faster now. “i-If I drown everyone will know it was you.”

Nobody will care. Drowned like a rat when a pipe broke, buried on this miserable rock in an unmarked hole.

*walks over and crouches down to their level, before grabbing them by the throat and sinking a syringe into their neck*

[phobos-sans-deimos]

They tense, frozen except for their shaking and their wild breaths.

[askjonathankeenycrane]

I should let you rot. I should drag you into a ditch and leave you there. You left Scamp with him.

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phobos-sans-deimos:

They scramble back against the wall but they’re too weak to get up, their hands too wet and shaky. They try anyway and Bolton laughs when they fall again.

The water rises faster now. “i-If I drown everyone will know it was you.”

Nobody will care. Drowned like a rat when a pipe broke, buried on this miserable rock in an unmarked hole.

*walks over and crouches down to their level, before grabbing them by the throat and sinking a syringe into their neck*

[askjonathankeenycrane]

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phobos-sans-deimos:

They fall to their knees and try not to show him weakness but their breathing is too fast, their hands too shaky. There’s water running down the back of their neck now, impossibly cold, and they can feel Bolton’s cruel gaze on them like a lead sheet.

“Please,” they finally stammer, coughing, heaving, a great gout of water rushing from their lungs. “Please, not like this.”

*clenches his hand into a fist, but makes no move to reverse what he has done; the Little Shit deserves this*

[phobos-sans-deimos]

Their knees are wet now and it’s creeping up their legs.

“Please, don’t let me die like this, anything but this.” They feverishly pick at the frayed sleeve of their jumpsuit; maybe they can find the strength to tear it into sections, braid it into rope. “Please.”

[askjonathankeenycrane]

*grits his teeth* Bastard. *whether he’s talking about Bolton or the other Crane is uncertain*

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phobos-sans-deimos:

They fall to their knees and try not to show him weakness but their breathing is too fast, their hands too shaky. There’s water running down the back of their neck now, impossibly cold, and they can feel Bolton’s cruel gaze on them like a lead sheet.

“Please,” they finally stammer, coughing, heaving, a great gout of water rushing from their lungs. “Please, not like this.”

*clenches his hand into a fist, but makes no move to reverse what he has done; the Little Shit deserves this*

[askjonathankeenycrane]

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phobos-sans-deimos:

They hiss, clenching their teeth. They deserve this, and they fully expect to die today.

“I did.”

*steps off of them, before grabbing them by the shirt, lifting them up, and spraying them with fear toxin* You left my son with that monster.

[phobos-sans-deimos]

They try to keep their composure for as long as they can.

“You expected any less from me?” They try to sound calm as the hands gripping their shirt swell in size and harden like stone. They begin to shake, then to struggle weakly because they can hear the water now if they really listen.

[askjonathankeenycrane]

Despite myself? Yes. *drops them and steps back, watching*