DOCTOR CRANE.

doctor   jonathan   crane.        the  scarecrow. penned   by   silas.

[cranetm]

𝚍𝚛. 𝙹𝙾𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙴 / 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆 of dc comics. ❛ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐓 ❜

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cranetm :: an independent & selective blog for 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞, aka 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰. penned by 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖘. he / him. 29.

《 primarily based on the nolan trilogy with further liberties taken from games, comics, novelizations, etc. // an exploration of sadism, the darkest corners of your mind, queer villainy, & the monster under your bed. 》

CARRD ┆ IDENTITY ┆ HEADCANONS

[oriomn]

Missouri already finds himself holding his breath as he goes through stack after stack of meticulously organized documents. The scope of the operation is clearly beyond what anyone had imagined, but what is worse, he is beginning to very much doubt that they are dealing with a mere recreational drug. He flicks through another stack of papers... these ones seem to be clinical notes... case reports... autopsy reports. Ventricular tachycardia, hemorrhagic stroke, sudden cardiac death. The list goes on.

He almost does not hear the door opening, but something about the slowness of the footsteps breaks through his haze of concentration. There was not supposed to be a security card on duty, he'd made sure of that. But who else would be here at this hour?

Missouri remains utterly silent, folding up the top few pages of a folder at random and slipping them into the breast pocket of his coat...

He crouches down and begins edging towards the nearest row of tanks. It is difficult, with the way the space echoes, to know exactly where the footsteps are coming from. Would it be better to run or to hide? That depends on who has joined him. For now, Missouri attempts to lay low.

[cranetm]

The footsteps gradually come closer, still at a leisurely, even pace. Next, Missouri hears the flutter of nearby vinyl on the other side of the row of tanks... before the noise stops altogether.

Strength was never Crane's strong suit. He learned to compensate for that early in life. The mind, he discovered, can be a far greater weapon when correctly manipulated. Something as simple as a cheap trick -- in this case, walking silently -- is often all it takes. Missouri will surrender control, once he understands there is nowhere to run to.

❛ I thought I heard a rat. ❜

His voice comes out where it shouldn't be -- right behind Missouri. It sounds modulated, rendered unrecognizable by the device in Crane's mask. An unnecessary precaution, in this case. He does not intend to let Missouri go. But it would be unfair, and somewhat boring, to not grant him the opportunity to run.

There the Scarecrow stands, as though produced out of thin air. Summoned by Missouri's hubris. He donned his burlap mask on the way in. A noose hangs around his neck, entirely at odds with the dull brown business suit Crane insists on wearing.

❛ Appointments are required to be made in advance, Mr. Kite, ❜ he drones, now swiftly stepping closer, ❛ ..but I will do my best to accommodate you. ❜

[six-demon-bag]

THE COLLECTOR (2009) dir. Marcus Dunstan

[cranetm]

The warehouse is a dark, dank place. Massive industrial kettles and tanks stand still in the dim light, though an acrid smell lingers in the air from earlier in the day, when they were operational. The Scarecrow is a busy man, and his work demands increasing amounts of product. The sound of trickling water can be heard from nearby, where an aqueduct runs through the space, under a grate, save for a few yards, where Crane's men sometimes dump waste.

Whole segments of the massive space are divided by strips of vinyl. Though not sufficiently sheer to be seen through, they are just translucent enough for one to discern vague shapes -- movement.

It is right as Missouri has begun to busy himself with the contents of a storage cabinet that he hears one of the doors click open, somewhere on the other side of the room. The sound of the door shutting echoes... followed by slow, measured steps.

Perhaps they haven't caught on to Missouri's presence, just yet.

@oriomn

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“Frontier Psychiatrist” by The Avalanches from Since I Left You (2000)

[nikish-l]

[chthonicillness]

i’m sorry you have such negative feelings about me killing all those people 🙄

[chthonicillness]

honestly i think you’re being kind of oversensitive about it

[nebudaze]

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[cranetm]

rewatching the oa got me missing crane

[controlyourface-deactivated2018]

But the Batman… has a talent for disruption.

[cranetm]

◤ @oriomn ◢ ➥ entered the fray.

it isn't often that crane summons his men to arkham. today, however, he had to make a point. in any case, the presence of cops is far from unusual in his institution. no one would bat an eye. ❛ sit down. ❜ crane sits at his desk, spindly fingers interlaced atop a closed file. there is something expectant in the way he stares at missouri. attention from the good doctor is never good.

❛ flass gave me a call, this morning, ❜ he starts, deathly calm. almost unnaturally so. he finds flass repulsive. but a rat is still a rat, regardless of how disgusting he may be. informants are necessary in gotham. crane continues to steer the conversation, each word uttered softly. the lead up before the bomb finally goes off.

❛ he was concerned, kite. do you know why? ❜

[lady-arryn]

Cillian Murphy as Dr. Jonathan Crane BATMAN BEGINS (2005) dir. Christopher Nolan

[funeral]

Clementine von Radics, James

[uplus003f]

HE SITS IN THE CORNER of his cell, waiting for steps to become their owner. @cranetm, in all of his hilarious glory.

Crane will find him crouched, comfortable, looking up at him with eyes that everyone knows should not have been created so wide and sweet. "I've been waiting for you." He tells him, unfolding legs as he slowly rises, a smile revealed from where it used to be tucked. Irises trail - up, then down - examining his temperament, guessing where he keeps the cheap stand-in for fear. Manufactured terror. Most intriguing, most awaited.

He steps to him, but doesn't yet invade his space. "Let's not waste our time. Echo's outside." A dip of head, again, to display those hollows in all of their death and decay. Crane's shadow is cast upon him, but it only seems to serve those irises in their corruption. "Not for you. For the guards. We wouldn't want to be disturbed, would we?" He chokes a giggle - lets it bubble beneath the rest of his words. "I promise there are no cheap tricks here. I'm not the joker." Never. Never. He spits his name out like acid amidst the honey-laced lull of his voice. "No immunity, nothing. Not even a clue. How I act will be a surprise to the two of us. Brand new."

Only then does he find his space, step too close. His voice is lower, almost sing-song like a lullaby. "Bet you've been wanting to do this a long time. Bet you think I'll look so pathetic." Wide smile becomes wider. Too, too wide. Wrong. "I will."

[cranetm]

edward has a tendency towards overconfidence that crane is certain will one day be the end of him. he's smart enough to know what he's capable of, and it's only made matters worse for all of them. why edward has gotten himself into this particular mess continues to evade crane.

he shuts the door without turning his back on edward, one brow quirked in a look that can only be described as unimpressed. but he remains quiet, lets the man ramble, get it out of his system, all while slowly stepping closer, pale stare scanning. seeking. edward has made his job easier by crossing the remaining distance. but there is something feverish, borderline manic, to the way words spill from his mouth.

undeterred, the doctor produces a small flashlight with a soft click. ❛ hold still a moment, ❜ he murmurs. it's the only warning ed gets before the light is shone directly into his eyes. those dark abysses.

❛ ..you already look pathetic. ❜ satisfied, he returns the flashlight to his pocket. he is certain he will enjoy this. edward, despite his apparent boundless confidence, will not. no matter what he may think. ❛ please, sit. before we do anything, i think you owe me an explanation for why you're here. ❜

[cranetm]

if i'm not here, i'm either on disco @ control_devil OR over at @whywhitby

[sunmad]

𝕄𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤.

verse : dc. — the wrong side of town.

It was a short affair, in the end. When the fire raged and the blood dried on the sand, it didn't take long for the world to catch up with Miriam Baxter Ross. The arrest and assessment were followed by months of waiting, interspersed with bursts of chaotic, terrifying action. Then the bang of a gavel, then a trip to Lake's Crossing.

Six months of futile treatment, talk therapy and sedation later, she found herself transferred, per the petition of a singular professional. The remnants of her life are swallowed up without fanfare. Everything that came before is snatched in the jaws of a greater beast. Miriam is moved to ARKHAM ASYLUM, Gotham City. The facility becomes her new home, complete with strange neighbors and new friends.

In the devoted care of Dr. Jonathan Crane, Miriam undergoes a specialized form of treatment. As her disturbed psyche is molded and reshaped, she begins to learn what it takes to survive among the forgotten and mistreated, and among the colorful, bizarre denizens of Gotham's underworld. Self defense, it turns out, was never quite the point. What she learned in the desert follows her to the concrete jungle. She wants what she is offered. Arkham becomes a hothouse, a place for her to blossom into something new: an acolyte of fear, and a sharp instrument.

𝕄𝕒𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤.

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