Riddler/Scarecrow, army AU
Jonathan is used to seeing blood. He spends most of his day up to his elbows in someone else's blood as he tries to save a soldier's limb or more vital body parts. This is different though.
"Eddie, stay with me." He hisses, fingers drenched in blood, Eddie's chest frantically moving up and down beneath his grip as he tries to apply pressure to the entry wound. It's not a through and through, he needs to remove the bullet but right now, in the field it's not possible. There's a recovery unit coming their way, he's radioed in more help and he's got two of their platoon here to help with the crisis. But it's more difficult today.
Eddie is dying beneath his hands and no matter how much he begs, his eyes keep flickering closed and more blood keep pumping out. Jonathan Crane has never been scared before. Not scared of war. Not scared of bullets. Not scared of death.
Right now he's terrified.