would you like to see my mask?

f e a r h i m s e l f . doctor crane isn't here right now, but if you'd like to make an appointment. doctor crane / scarecrow nolan + arkham verse.

[hubrris]

                   APPEARANCES rarely share the whole TRUTH.

independent Selim Bradley / Pride roleplay.

█▐ – Well versed in Brotherhood and Mangaverses.

█▐ – 3+ years of roleplaying experience, nearly a lifetime of writing.

█▐ – OC, AU, and crossover friendly.

█▐ – Accepting of single line, icon, novella, and para threads.

█▐ – Not spoiler free, triggers tagged.

                  { isn’t that right, little alchemist? }                                  { gif credit. }

[drxcrane]

Today, I'm afraid, is a fairly busy day!  Replies will written, and queued later, so they publish over the next couple days.

Leave messages or tag me in things if you so desire!

[taliatate]

[drxcrane]

❝ Edward.    Next time leave a note    if you're to show up uninvited.

   That ought to give me a large enough window    to construct a suitable excuse    in order to leave. ❞

[drxcrane]

❝ Unorthodox — is what I do. ❞

[warpaintwarrior]

❝ Define Unorthodox. ❞ A slur of words - meeting people in bars was always entertaining.

[drxcrane]

❝ Very well.

   Unorthodox ----    a d j e c t i v e -- not conforming to     rules, traditions or modes of conduct;    opting not to adhere to the guidelines    set about by religious, philosophical,    or doctrinal constructs. ❞

Fingers which traced wooden pathways woven into the countertop nudged a glass, half filled, if only to fill the smug silence with a resonating tone of ----

self importance.

❝ In simpler terms,    my area of expertise,    and your area of interest. ❞

[drxcrane]

❝ -- Charts are ---- clean,        but I would still advise        a psychiatric opinion        on your symptoms. ❞

[drxcrane]

[drxcrane]

i n t r o d u c t i o n :

Muse:

Name: Jonathan Crane Nickname(s): Scarecrow, Crane, Fear Itself, Doc, Jonny Boy Birthday: March 15, 1974 Relationship Status: Single and uninterested. Random fact: Jon is nearsighted, which caused him to develop the habit of removing his glasses in instances of face to face interaction.

Mun:

Name: Annie Jean Tumblr URL: drxcrane, iq--187, selimsbradley, sinfularrogance, theprinceyuki Nickname(s):  Annabelle, Nie, Aniel, Niane Relationship Status: Taken! Random fact about you: I might always be chewing gum like sometimes I forget I am and then it's like woah

[drxcrane]

❝ Not all of us are quite so patient. ❞

[angrygreen-blog]

"I have had years of practice with patience."

"It isn’t easily acquired— I assure you, no judgement is passed."

[drxcrane]

❝ I appreciate the empathy, though I can't seem to recall    requesting any.

                            In any case, the ease in expressing one's emotions                             will prove advantageous,                             assuming you've arrived with an appointment. ❞

[holepsi]

Call me Harley, everyone does.

[drxcrane]

❝ My — how adorably nuclear.    How long until the family christmas card    is mailed out to your long list of    ’hate-to-know’ you’s? ❞

❝ Oh yes, quite the headline tragedy, that;    pity I wasn’t there for the festivities.    Time restraints, you know — always cutting back    on the finer things. ❞

Were there ever the semblance of a smile on dry, near stitched lips, it tugged the corner of his mouth now.

❝ It’s not our fault the employability criteria of Gotham’s   finest mental institute aligns so well with   —— tch, thankless hysteria.

  Besides, those still audacious enough to complain   should take up with their grave keeper.   Rumour has it they’re leagues more attentive   than the supposed help around   our charming home away from home. 

                                    Myself being an expert and veteran on the matter,                                     I’d only be too delighted to spread a little extra                                     excitement ———                                                          a poor, mourning widower deserves                                                          a personalized visit from two esteemed                                                          professionals such as ourselves. ❞

[aintyourpuddin-moved]

"Aw, hush. We’re just gettin’ out of a li’l rough patch, that’s all. ‘Sides, Mista J doesn’t even know ‘bout this.”

                          A grin spread slowly across her face as he spoke. Nothing like some super-evil-ex-psychiatrist-team-up-time to cheer her up after a long day. While the others on her little team were admirable, Elliot gave her the creeps, and she trusted Jason about as far as she could throw him.

                   ”Ah-ah-ah, Professa… There’s a catch.

                                        Unfortunate, I know, but important.

                                                       See, I always did feel a little shunted at Arkham.                                                                                Squandered, if you will. Wasn’t able t’ live up t’ all the                                                                      ambition an’ potential I had laid out for myself.

                                        But with Jeremiah outta th’ way— I just gotta get a good lawyer                                                       that’ll prove I’m a more capable director than him an’ I’ll be                                                            sittin’ pretty in his place.

                    So th’ thing is, if yer gonna join me on this… Jerry-boy’s gotta go insane,                                     not get driven.”

“I’m sure for a man of your skill, makin’ one look like th’ other will be no trouble at all.”

[drxcrane]

❝ Much like how Amelia Earhart's oversea venture    was no more than a delayed flight. ❞

hysteria found a new home in the smeared red lips, heart, and (what was left of her) mind of his counterpart.

first taking roots in gotham's lethally eccentric jester, and a love so toxic, so tangible impure it frayed the very fabric of what civilian's knew to fear.

then, oh, she blossomed, it blossomed, that personified instability. the sensical revered the joker, the wise shooed him along to allow Harley to pass with leisure.

❝ The ignorance of the     professional truly knows no bounds.

   What with a mind like yours, a mind like mine;    I'm astonished our legacy    has yet to overtake the founder's. ❞

carefully woven strategy untangled, piled at his feet-- cover threads that a practiced stare traced while they slipped so -- -- -- gracelessly from the lips of a harlequin tragedy.

perhaps she was growing on him. perhaps that could justify the beginnings of a smirk gnawing the edge of his lip.

❝  N o r m a l l y, the honor of Asylum chauffeur is better suited to those    properly qualified to taxi those in utter psychological denial --    or, of course, the feeble minded.                       But,                       since you asked so politely,                       how, in the right conscience, could I possibly refuse                       an offer so ----                       i n t i c i n g ? ❞

expelled as a sharp staccato of breath, the hoarsest beginnings to a snicker. 

❝ Your faith and trust are not misplaced, my dear,     ---- unlike the sanity of           the hapless,          delusional,          soon-to-be resigned Jeremiah Arkham.

         I'll file the request for a p e r s o n a l i z e d          padded cell. ❞          

[drxcrane]

No sensation could rival the jolt, then limp acceptance that controlled the air in the moment an opponent recognized defeat. It appeared, almost, as if, that every nerve in sequence relented and submitted; The compliant are convenient, yet sadly scarce.                                                       ❝  Straying from the premises once committed is…                                                           discouraged, signed out or not.                                                            Your name, medical records, and identifiable                                                             features have been mailed out to every                                                            medical facility in the surrounding area.                                                            If you so much as step off the property without consent,                                                            you are returned within a matter of days. ❞

Quieted speech leeched through the still stagnant atmosphere between them, and landed pitifully atop the file clutched between nimble digits. And from this indication, a plethora of venomous speech clambered, competed for the tip of his tongue. When he ever spoke the truth, it was branded with the unparalleled cruelty only humanity could compose.

Abarnathy, J. Severe psychotic break. Intolerant to my treatment. Moved to higher security, considered dangerous.                                                      ❝ The final observations of your cell’s                                                         previous tenant.                                                          If I’m not mistaken, her personal effects                                                         were removed just this morning. ❞

[mandeaux]

So Martin now knew how deliberately trapped he was. However he ended up here, in this ma- nic man’s care, was beyond his current knowledge or control. Despite his racing heart, he looked— otherwise, calm. Oh, how he wanted to fight—— 

                                         ❝Let’s hope my cell isn’t haunted then.❞

His best and only defense as he cast his gaze elsewhere. Crane; not a name he was familiar with nor very fond of anymore. Martin could only rub his arms and let out a teetering breath. Oh, fuck this, fuck everyone and everything ———

[drxcrane]

[ Phasmophobia, n. ]   a fear of ghosts, and that said ghosts   may act malevolently towards humans. 

Justifiable, as, like arms uncompromising, halls, wards, cells lined the very bones of their precarious institute of the incomplete.

                                     ❝ Vengeful s p i r i t s would be the least of my concerns. ❞

He pursed his lips, suffocated the grin growing beneath his flesh.

                                     ❝ Rather, it would be time efficient to place my fear                                          in the living.                                          Ghosts -- are far less likely                                          to dismember you                                           for the sheer entertainment of watching you                                          squirm. 

                                         If that's all,                                          you can follow me right this way. ❞

[drxcrane]

{ -- x -- }

[drxcrane]

{ kisses the doctor }

[drxcrane]

❝ Grandiose d e l u s i o n s —    the little bird     who looks in the mirror    to find a towering eagle    Too bad reality isn’t quite so generous. “ In the stead of a laugh, a sound that would regularly grace the lips of the stable in instances of  self-evoked humour, his tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth.

Behind this mask, humanity, much like other innate senses were happily stifled.

❝ Looks like a smidgen of Papa Bat’s   delirium’s rubbed off on you.   No surprise;   the nut — doesn’t fall far from the   tree. ❞

[rxdbellied-blog]

a crimson bead rolls over the pursed bottom lip, a result of nervous habits trying to conceal themselves. pearly whites biting down just a little too hard. 

arms, hollow boned wings hanging off the torso as dead weight, are bent into pose, as hands & fingers find the dip of his own waist. the grin comes next, teeth flashed in a smile denoting that of amicability,if perhaps it were seen else where.

        “you’re going to have to try a lot          harder to psych me out, you know.          i don’t topple too easy. that’s the          good thing about being small,          low center of gravity.”

[drxcrane]

Tampering blindly with  the duo of quantified  justice was, respectfully, a move best left to the unbruised; the unscarred; those not still healing from recent confrontations (fractured ribs take  six weeks to heal,  doc).

Per contra, the extra push, and thumbing through broken glass, served as observation.

( they must be crazy.  crazy as the rest of us.  have you seen their tights? )

            ❝ t r y ?               why on earth would I try               to disorient a boy               so obviously               deranged -- already? ❞

Though obscured by burlap, stitch, and  disorder, his eyebrows pitched, his lip corners twitched, 

            ❝ insanity like yours               must be the result of a               deep, unresolved,               inner conflict --               something dreadful,               something that just               keeps -- coming -- back. 

              that keeps clawing               at the back of your poor,               fragile mind.

              f e a r of abandonment, perhaps?               fear that our dear Dark Knight               is but a temporary comfort:               daddy-by-day, dead -----               beat by night?

              or, is it fear of failure?               fear that all your                wasted gallantry               was but a feeble attempt               to save the city               doomed from the start?

                       come now, you can trust me.                        i'm a doctor. ❞

[drxcrane]

❝ An unlocked door does not always signify    an accommodating host. ❞

[patriiot]

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