#doctorscarecrow

[anythingbutabaybreeze]

"I think you might be a hypochondriac."

"How? I keep telling everyone that I'm fine but they keep telling me that I'm not. I think everyone is trying to make me sound like a liar. So, here's me saying it for myself; I am fine."

[armorstainedred]

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Jason had been sitting in the corner, furthest possible from the fluorescent light that reminded him very much of his home- The doctor’s basement lab. He smelt the man before he saw him, head lifting up from the padded square he rested it on before blinking his singular blue eye. It had been weeks since the man’s disappearance, and only so long that he had managed to stay out of the Bat’s radar before he was found and forcibly placed here. He  h a t e d  Batman, he  h a t e d  everyone related to him. They abandoned him and left him for dead, only to hunt him down and throw him into this cage.The staff had given him gauze with medical tape pasted over his blind eye instead of an eyepatch, since string was prohibited for patients to excess. It crinkled and tugged as both eyelid muscles shifted when Crane finally came into view. “Master,” He quickly shuffled over, kneeling in front of the glass, a hopeful smile crossed his face. Where had he been? Had he came to fetch him, and bring him home?And then he noticed the white coat, and a golden tag pinned on it’s standard breast pocket. 

Arkham Asylum, Head Psychiatrist Dr. Jonathan Crane

[armorstainedred]

 "No, not at the moment. Can’t I simply come and see how you are doing?" Crane smiled harshly, almost leering. "I missed you, isn’t that enough?"

That face was frightening once, unpredictable. But it was different now, of pride for Jason, and so very much more.

"It is. It's more than enough for me." His heart bloomed with content as he bowed his back to nuzzle against the man's leg.  "I missed you, Master."

[armorstainedred]

"And why would that be?" He tilted his head, arms crossed. "The list I left you with, is it done?"

"I finished it," He said quickly, worry clear in his eyes as he shifted from where he lay to Crane’s feet.       “I got everything you wanted,”

[rigamortician]

"Your shirt is on backwards."

"Fashion statement."

[rigamortician]

*gently places url and runs away also doctorscarecrow teehee*

Ellis

Opinion on;

Character in general: Wowie A++ cutie. I love your concept for Ellis and I want to devour everything about him and try to exactly understand him because he's got really wonderful ideas and work behind him. I really look forward to seeing how relationships play out around Ellis.How they play them: More believably than how I play Grian! At least Ellis changes his name as time goes on (and then there's the whole soul devouring and body eating). I need to read more threads and stuff, but from what I've got just sort of looking around, Ellis is played really well with realism.The Mun: THE MUN. I didn't know that I had them on skype and was a bit freaked out when they messaged me the other day like wOAH WE HAVE SKYPE?!@??!?! Anyway, so I am blanking on their name. I was actually under the impression that their name was Ellis, but then realized that Ellis is the character and I felt like a big stupid.But I associate the name Ellis with them now, whether they like it or not.

Do I:

RP with them: yeyahWant to RP with them: yeyeah

What is my;

Overall Opinion:

Crane

Opinion on;

Character in general: So I was once roped into playing Crane for a few days and I was honestly horrible in all the wrong ways. That being said, I love Jonathan Crane as a villain. Maybe not the best villain, but one of my favourites. The Fear Toxin is honestly a brilliant concept and wonderfully wielded.   How they play them: I've always been a sucker for a soft spoken and completely psychotic villain-type character, but you really kick it up a notch with your Crane. He's unpredictable in all the right ways and deliciously violent with that casual, indifferent twist of a scientist.  The Mun: BAKE OFF!

Do I:

RP with them: Heck yeahWant to RP with them: awh yeah

What is my;

Overall Opinion: 

this is the only gif i will ever need for how i feel about your crane

[incorruptivus]

Bruce's guest lecture on Wayne Tech at Gotham University had gone exceptionally well. In fact, it'd gotten him a standing ovation and a few compliments from the staff as he wrapped it up. In truth, he'd thrown the PowerPoint together and bullshitted the entire presentation, so it wasn't quite a thing to be proud of and he was surprised others found it so stellar. 

As he was putting his MacBook away in his laptop case and sliding on his coat backstage, one of the professors approached him.

"The headmaster wants to see you in his office. He didn't tell me why." 

Finding that strange, Bruce nodded anyway. "I'll be a moment."

"Good job on your presentation, by the way."

"Thank you. Have a good day." 

Finished wrapping up, Bruce exited the backstage to make his way to the building where the headmaster was currently located. Everything about this situation was off to him, for some reason, but he went anyways. The campus was nearly desolate due to the weekend, so he had to find his own way there.

After traveling up a few flights of stairs, he knocked on the headmaster's door a few times. It was ajar, and only opened more at his touch. Immediately confused, he stepped inside, closing it lightly behind him.

When he looked at the headmaster's desk, the headmaster was not sitting in it. Dr. Jonathan Crane was. By his feet was the strewn body of the headmaster, presumably knocked unconscious or dead. 

Shit.

"You're... certainly not the headmaster," Bruce said, the mask of the playboy immediately sliding over him as he slid his hand into his back pocket for his phone.

[rigamortician]

Not looking, promise. 24

DRABBLE MEME: Without looking below the cut, send a number between 1-32 

Instructions: The poster will write a short fiction inspired by what’s given below the cut in regard to that number. **this post is SFW. For roleplayers: submitter/poster can decide whether or not to include both characters in the drabble.

On the overpass, Grian's legs dangled. It was some ungodly hour in the early morning. Clearly a bad morning, considering what he was there for. Walks that led to high places over typically busy roads were not typically good walks. Nightmares, again. Every time he closed his eyes, he was plagued by a new nightmarish image. Distorted faces, dark places, screaming. Fire. Ruth's grin, Cheshire-like and menacing through the dark.

The world was a horrible, wonderful pitfall, and he happened to be the one unlucky enough to uncover it. Down he fell, through country and war and good deeds and destruction. Chaos. Not literally, of course, but he considered jumping and dying on the pavement for a moment, just to clear his head. Maybe he needed to die and return to be able to clear his mind. 

A car engine came from his right, he could hear it in the distance as it sped along..and suddenly stopped. Come on, he willed the person to continue on, give an old man some peace. The door slammed. Measured, calculated steps approached. Grian furrowed his eyebrows and swung his legs around to face he who approached. 

"J--"

"You appear to need help in making a decision. Let me make it for you." Two hands braced against his chest and shoved him. Shocked by the appearance of Crane, he didn't react fast enough to grab the overpass before he fell onto the street below with a sickening crack.

The jolt that signified the end of his life caused Grian to shoot up in bed, breathing ragged. It was all another nightmare. But why Crane, of all people?