I AM FEAR

i am in control

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@stillpenguinking

                 “ it seems like you’ve been busy, mr. cobblepot. ”

                 and,  quite frankly , so was he. business was the only motivation that would push jonathan to pay a visit to the  copper king  of gotham himself . he had finally retrieved the last batches of the newest fear serum from his  former  office. he had to act fast before the university had let loose the law enforcement on any personal effects they could find of his. his serum  held  priority  as it wasn’t something that the police knew how to pinpoint yet through toxicology.

                      ” would it be asking too much if i request a moment of your time ? ” 

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                            he was only at this  blasted  event to keep up appearances --- that while most of his former colleagues had taken to hiding in the  shadows  of the law, jonthan had cozied himself right in  plain  sight. it was a fine set up for him, allowed for him to research, in the time he had been registered. now, it seemed, his  comfort  had been put to an end. 

                             when the gunshots ring out, there is hardly a fraction of time for the doctor to react before he is pulled into the shadows. it almost appeared to be a  GENUINE  selfless act. all until there is a knife pressed against his ribcage.  how inconvenient , the thought runs across the back of his thoughts, he would have  preferred  to remain reformed.

                              reaching for the scalpel discreetly placed within the sleeve of his suit, jonathan grunted before plunging the metal instrument into the shoulder of man before him. there’s a RUSH of an old feeling he hadn’t noticed he had missed. brushing his hand over his mouth, jonathan is able to prevent the small curl from forming on his lips, adjusting his jacket before peering out of the hiding place he had been pulled into.

                             “ don’t come in here. ” the doctor hissed at an approaching figure seeking cover, a mask of concern covering his sharp features, “ it’s not  safe  here. ”

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bcdlcuk:

In true feline fashion, her green eyes narrowed while her painted lips turn upwards at the corners, it’s hardly a smile, more just a quirk of her lips in amusement at his annoyance. “It must have slipped my mind, I was exploring the campus and must have gone to the wrong room.”

Her nimble digits trail through her locks of unruly curls, flicking them over her shoulders as she moves to sit, even though she’d not being offered a seat, one leg crosses over the other, her hands cupping her knee. “What sort of research did I interrupt? It has to be important if you’re acting so coldly to a silly little mistake.” She comments.

                      that’s  where  she’s  wrong , jonathan mentally scoffs as he tilts his head in appraisal, he’s always this  frigid  when approached. especially when it comes to  strays  wandering in through his door. “ regrettably, i don’t find it an excuse to be barging in through a door that had been left  closed  for a reason. ”

                      “ important research. ” jonathan is compelled to  supervise , following along with the eyes as she perched herself on top of his office furniture, uninvited, of course. “ if it was a simple mistake, you would have taken your leave to  peruse  some other room, but it seems you’ve already made yourself comfortable. ” 

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lunaofmoon:

It almost shocked her –––– the fact that she had forgotten to knock. And that he talked to her about being polite. Most people who met Luna found her to be truly pure, and more polite than most adults. So for a little moment, the blond girl stood glued to the ground looking at his mood; and his auras color. “ I am so sorry, mr!” she explained before adding fast “ I might have taken the wrong turn someplace, I wasn’t –––– wrong door” she could see that he was in sort of deep thought. “ I’m sorry” 

                       the doctor stared at the girl or a long and  dreadfully  silent moment. she looked like a  lost doe  standing in his doorway.“ well? ” jonathan prompted first, before she eventually sputtered out her own apology. a sigh escaped his lips, “ well are you going to be inside or outside? ” he questioned, lifting his glasses off the desk from set them upon of his features once more, “ can’t be both. so pick. ”

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stillpenguinking:

Oswald couldn’t hide the smirk from his face and he just entered in Jon’s office.  He took notice of the other very sneakily hiding something into his draw. “ Oh get used to it Jon, You pushed your way into my club I figured I’m entitled to do the same. After all, You know how much I just love your research”  He took a seat across from the other “ Can’t you be a sweet Doctor and let me in on your little test results?” 

                    " mr. cobblepot. ” his verbalization was one part  acknowledgement  two parts warning . it took a rouge to know just how another would be so willing to pry, searching for something to use against the other when it was the  most  convenient. “ clubs are meant to attract a rather sizable amount of people, are they not? ” and last time jonathan has checked, his office was certainly  not  a club. there’s a tick of  annoyance  that jonathan subdues through a subtle drumming of his fingers against the solid wood of the desk. “ medical confidentiality i’m afraid. not for anyone’s eyes but my own. ”

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                    he tried not to let this get to him --- a dull,  blank  expression always rested on his face, but something was different, a  glint  of worry in his eyes as he lifts them from his paper to look at his patient ( ex-patient ?? ), his knee  discretely  shutting the drawer he had discarded a set of syringes into. 

                   “ — first - knocking on the door is usually consider to be polite, second --- you are interrupting my research. “  and with all the  calm  of the world, he takes off his glasses and rests them on the table.

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stillpenguinking:

Oswald smirked a bit more at the very noticeable twitch in the other’s face. “ Well, it’s okay, after all not everyone can be smart enough to invent a fear gas and make it odorless. That is true the screams of Horror is something I relished in my past”  He nodded quiet pleased with his little club. “ Yes I’m pretty proud of it, would you like a drink?”

                            a soft  ( huff ) of air escaped the good doctor’s nostrils. the jabs and jeers don’t phase him anymore and he’s learned to allow them to  roll  off his back, like water off a duck’s back. or would  PENGUIN  be more appropriate for the situation ? " i find it more  effective  if each sense is situated during the gassing. ” he left it at that, not finding himself obligated to further explain the subject, “ i’ll indulge in a drink. ” 

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stillpenguinking:

Oswald scoffed looking at the other “ It could be that I couldn’t see you due to the door being in the way, Mr.Crane” He smirked a bit before continuing “Or maybe it’s the lack of that awful smelling gas followed by screams of horror “

                         jonthan pressed his lips together, the corner of his lips forced upwards into a  polite  smile at the remark. " i apologize that the gas has such a  bothersome  catch. granted i doubt screams of horror have hardly ever bothered you. ” he rather missed it, after having to go so long hiding it away from any prying eyes, “ i see that the club has been doing well for itself. ”

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Oswald waved his hand so that his employees would leave the office. he sighed and looked up at the intruder to his club. “ Geeze, Some people just don’t respect privacy anymore. Please sit, I didn’t get your name?… let’s have a chat since you’ve barged right in here”

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                      folding his hands ontop on his lap, jonathan  quirked  a brow at the club owners, but remained silent as he crossed a leg over the other. “ has it really been  that  long, mr. cobblepot? ” the doctor questioned, “ or is that because i’m lacking the burlap sac at the present moment? ” 

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riddle-me-that:

It was odd to see Jonathan so emotional, but it was a lovely change to the regular attitude the Doctor sported. It was an interesting moment, though frustrating for both of them. Ed was trying to wrap his head around the Scarecrow’s new found hatred in him, but he couldn’t think of a time where he would have upset Doctor Crane this much. He cocked his head and continued to analyze his friend the best he could. He was never the greatest at reading people but he knew Jon well, so that did help him.

As Jon attempted to pull away from him, Ed’s fingers tightened around his friend’s thin wrist. “No.” Edward replied immediately. A bit immature, but he was clearly getting frustrated and Jonathan wasn’t explaining…. He thought too soon. He blurted out what was truly bothering him and Ed’s brows knitted for a moment as he tried to recall saying that. He would never have pushed Jonathan away, it was hard enough to maintain this relationship with him. As Jonathan said the word loved, it clicked in Ed’s mind. “Oh-” He let go of the other, his face already beginning to feel the heat of blush, his heart pounding… but he kept his face neutral despite his embarrassment. “My friend, there’s been a misunderstanding.” 

                      it is enough that he was touching him, an action that typically was smoothing to sensory nerves, to make him feel anxious. he’s torn between struggle and submission and was a result --- simply freezes at the application of just a small amount of pressure. it’s not a threat, more of a declaration of determination, but jonathan remain on edge. the taste of ashes filled his mouth just as soon as he granted himself the possibility of surrendering to someone else. until --------

                           the sensation of warmth rushes away from jonathan’s skin as edward withdrew. “ oh? ” jonathan echoed the other, tilting his head jonathan trained his piercing eyes focused on the other’s expression. his hands moves to his wrist, recently freed, and messaged the fragile bones underneathpale skin. there was nothing to defend or to attack with words at the but the man did still have something to PROVE.  he doesn’t talk for a few moments.  “ then explain. ” he replied curtly as straighten the sleeve of his shirt, and he quickly pointed with his head to the right but doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

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luciusfoxyfoxy:

“I couldn’t agree more. There’s certainly no use in those lacking in those areas to go and try to fight. Nothing good would come of it for sure, and more bodies would just continue piling on top of one another.”

                     " hm, certainly. ” jonthan hummed in response, not that he was particularly concerned about the general population’s safety, if fact as long as he remained safe it was a perfect opportunity for observation, “  epinephrine it causes some people to dofoolish things when it comes to fight or flight. ”

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luciusfoxyfoxy:

“I know, right? Ridiculous.” Lucius shook his head. “It’s best to leave things in more capable hands after all.” 

                       " there is certainly plenty of truth in that.” jonathan nodded, crossing his leg over the other, “ being a man more inclined toward intellectual pursuits, i find myself lacking in more physical efforts. ”

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“Yeah, you guys can all go out and fight your aliens. I’ll just …stay here if that’s okay.”

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                “ aliens. ” jonathan scoffed at the thought, still finding it so wildly ridiculous, “ i’d rather remain here at well. fighting is something i prefer to leave to others. ”

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riddle-me-that:

His friend didn’t seem to lighten up at all, or show any signs that what Edward said might be true at all. Jonathan had always kept a padlock on his emotions, and sometimes Ed enjoyed the challenge that came with figuring the other out. But right now? He wasn’t enjoying it too much. He came there just to see him, to talk to him… he came there because he was lonely and now Jonathan Crane was pushing him away like he was nothing. Edward let out a frustrated sound and frowned loudly at the other. 

He didn’t do anything to deserve this from Doctor Crane. “I was not taunting! It is alright to like me as well.” He said with a huff, “Are we not friends, Doctor?” He queried, “Why are you acting this way? I just wanted to have a conversation with you in person and you are treating me like I committed a crime against you.” He wasn’t sure why the other was trying to send him away but Edward firmly stood his ground. “I’m not leaving, Jonathan, until you tell me why you want me gone. None of this is making any sense to me. I can not comprehend why you are so angry with me. What did I do wrong?” He reached over and tried to grab his arm. 

                     FONDNESS INSTEAD OF CONDEMNATION was something that had jonathan’s thoughts twisting to analyze the intent behind them. are we not friends. he didn’t accept it as easily as most would, not after what edward had already reprimanded him on, and he was prepared to retort back, war in his mouth as he sees red, fire, as he is prepared to defend himself at the slightest chance of indiscretion …  but it doesn’t happen. it doesn’t happen and he freezes under the touch of edward as he was seized by the arm.

                    the doctor had known many forms of agony in his life. this show of intimacy had jonathan this reeling, a color of shame wavering over the outline of his body. maybe this was just a trap, an attempt to draw close to draw in the metaphorical knife. he pulled against the other’s grip. “ let go of me. ” jonathan hissed at the other, tensed tightly at the physical contact. “ you were the one that said that you never wanted to see me again. “ jonathan blurted out in weaken moment, uncontained and uncontrolled.  “ that i had somehow wronged you so deeply that you never wanted to see me again, even if you loved me. those were your words. so, mr. nygma, i would prefer that you stop toying with me. just --- let me go. leave. ”

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JONATHAN CRANE + ISABELLA FLYNN ( @isabellakristen )

“ i keep a lid on what i truly feel and you better pray that i don’t lift my hand off it. ”

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JONATHAN CRANE + EDWARD NYGMA  ( @riddle-me-that )

“ not all monsters do monstrous things. ”

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riddle-me-that:

He knew Jonathan well enough to know immediately that something was wrong when he walked in, but now he was glaring at him and making it beyond clear that the problem he was having was in fact, Edward himself. He couldn’t understand it. He hadn’t seen him in weeks, hadn’t spoken to him in weeks. Why would he be this angry with him? Maybe he missed him? He smiled very slightly at the idea of Jonathan missing him. Of him wanting him around enough to actually care whether or not Edward came by when he said he was going to. 

“I’m not patronizing you. Why would I do that?” He smiled a little to the other, completely misreading the situation. “This isn’t a joke, I don’t do jokes. Perhaps you have me confused with a certain green haired individual. I think I understand why you’re so angry with me.” He took a testy step forwards. “You actually like me too.” He concluded. “And you missed me coming around.” That must be it, that must be why he was acting this way.

                      crane scolded himself for being so OBLIVIOUS, allowing himself to so foolishly fall into the trap of companionship. even more so, he scolded himself for how distraught he had felt over the ordeal. edward would not have been the first to left him. to have toyed with how he had felt. they were rouge’s afterall and the collective of them had proven on multiple occasions that they would always work strictly in their own self interest, exploiting other rouge’s if the situation truly came down to it.

                         “ why interrogate me for the answer you already know for yourself. ” jonatan leered at the other. such a close proximity is just as undesirable as seeing the other grin in the midst of his anger, and stoic, the doctor retreats further.   " mr. nygma. ” the other name’s name passed through his lips in a warning tone as the he glared, “ leave. ” there he went again. throwing words of confession around as if they were nothing. to which jonathan can’t answer to with anything but a confused aggression. he never knew what to do with one’s trust.  what to do with one’s friendship. he certainly didn’t know what to do with one’s love. “ you’ve done enough taunting. ”