Since scarecrow is my favorite villain and I'm hella gay could you bring us some fem!scarecrow headcanon (and maybe some dating headcanons if your up to it??)
Fem!Scarecrow Headcanons
She is the bookish type, loves libraries and usually donates what little money she has to them.
She’s a proud Trans Woman (I have no idea if you were asking for trans headcanons, but I’m gonna include this for those who might enjoy the thought of a trans woman Jonathan/Joanna)
She loves pumpkin spice lattes, and proudly testifies her love to the other rogues, who are indifferent on the fact. Except for Joker, he makes fun of her.
So that’s why she always slaps Joker i the face. He deserved it tho.
Good friends with Harley Quinn, sharing a mutual bond with over their hatred of Joker.
Also good friends with Edward and Oswald
She has a pet raven named Nightcore.
Nightcore helps her spread fear toxin with his wings. Small partials of the toxin are laced in his feathers and he flies around Gotham dispersing the toxin.
Very much in love with Poe and Marry Shelley
Would kick Freud in the crotch.
I hope this is sorta what you were looking for, I’m not really familiar with these types of headcanons, but I wanted to give it a short anyway.
The master of fear! 🐦⬛🧡
Dr. Crane is infamous in Arkham Asylum, because while Dr. Arkham's name is on it, she's the real one in charge. A skilled psychiatrist and biochemist, Crane has an obsession with obtaining the power that fear can hold over a person or a group. After she outgrows her experiments in Arkham Asylum, she takes them to a wider scale in Gotham City under the name 'The Scarecrow'.
Birds of a feather! 🐧🐦⬛
These are Penguin and Scarecrow's civilian looks, although Penguin doesn't look too different when she has her top hat and umbrella...
Their names are Oz Cobblepot and Dr. Jennifer Crane, but she prefers to be addressed just as Dr. Crane.
There was no lock on the door to their dormitory; apparently good little girls didn’t have anything they needed to hide from their elders so none had been installed. Jo had a sick, twisted hope that Sister Mary would walk through the door at any moment and have a heart attack if she saw what they were doing. Then Eddie makes a wonderful little noise, a slight hitch of breath and suddenly she doesn’t care about anyone else but the two of them.
Swiping her tongue out she presses it slowly along the bottom lip of the other girl, drawing her in for a passionate kiss as they hold each other close. The bed sheets are crumpled beneath them, no longer neatly pressed and tucked in at the edges as they’re meant to be. This is one of the few moments she’s gotten to be alone with Eddie in a long time so she’s happy to make the most of it. However, as much as she wants to make this last, to tease Eddie for hours on end until she’s a quivering mass of want and need, there’s no time. Lessons start again in less than fifteen minutes and she desperately wants to make the other girl come.
Her fingers dance down the shorter girl’s body, lingering for a moment to slip between buttons and dance across the soft skin of her cleavage before carrying on down to where she wants them. She tugs up the skirt so that she has easy access and lets her fingers slip down to between her girlfriend’s legs. Eddie copies the motion clumsily, the pads of her fingers pressing delightfully against Jo’s clit through her panties as she begins to rub.
She shivers in pleasure and kisses a little harder, tasting the sweetness of the other girl. Eddie is always direct and too the point whereas she much prefers drawing it out and getting her to tremble and beg. Her tongue curls to run along the roof of Eddie mouth as her fingers peel the top of her plain regulation white panties back to slip underneath. Eddie gasps into her mouth as she finally begins to touch her down there, her fingers becoming soaked in a matter of seconds with her girlfriend’s moisture as she strokes back and forth.
There is no rhythm between them as they kiss together, bodies pressing close through their shirts, Eddie’s larger breasts pressing against her own and the smaller girl’s slightly chubby tummy meeting her own flat stomach. Crooking her fingers slightly she makes the other girl moan and grind down onto her, Eddie panting a little into her mouth as she tries to spread her legs wider. There’s a perfect red flush to her cheeks, making her glow as she writhes and twitches in pleasure. Jo rubs a little harder and rests her forehead against her girlfriend’s as they both speed up the pace.
Eddie’s fingers are shaking as they rub her through her underwear, the fabric giving a rough quality to the touches and a small amount of harshness to the wonderful strokes. Jo opens her eyes just enough to watches as Eddie begins tensing up, the smooth circles that were tracing over her clit have become quick jerks as her hand twitches involuntarily in pleasure. Eddie’s eyes are glazed over with pleasure, her short hair falling into her eyes and she pushes closer and grinds her hips to get the pressure on the exact right spot. Jo speeds up, enjoying the mix of Eddie’s soft pants and moans as she brings the other girl closer to edge. Her own pleasure can wait; right now she needs to finish this.
She presses gentle kisses to her girlfriend’s lips before shifting her fingers, moving them in a swift rubbing motion against the other girl’s clit from side to side, keeping them constantly moving as fast as she can. Eddie’s eyes meet her own and she watches as her girlfriend bites her lip to suppress the squeak of utter bliss that escapes her as Jo feels her clench and finally give in to orgasm. She loves watching Eddie come, she’s so desperate and wanting and then suddenly all the worries leave her eyes and she’s just a teenage girl who’s enjoying every roll of pleasure that goes through her body.
Slowly she moves her fingers away, giving a few gentle circular strokes before Eddie’s fingers close around her wrist and a small shake of the head tells her that she’s too sensitive. Jo watches as the aftershocks make her quiver, the fingers still pressed to her own crotch twitch in response and she grinds back a little. A few moments later and Eddie seems stable enough to carry on, her own fingers beginning to work out their own rhythm against her clit. She circles around it gently and then places one pad of a finger slightly above it, drawing down hard over the thin and wet piece of cloth that separates them. Jo wriggles a little and closes her eyes as finally Eddie’s fingers begin a strong and firm motion over her sensitive spot. The constant rubs make her shift against the bed sheets and draw the smaller girl into another kiss.
Eddie is working hard, giving every ounce of concentration to this moment as she licks and kisses Jo’s lips. Jo groans and grinds down as a particularly hard rub makes her brush the edge of the final build up. They’ve learnt how to do this without talking, just feeling each other and knowing what to do, so she’s relieved that she doesn’t have to beg to make Eddie start rubbing in earnest. The small fingers dance over her panties quickly, rubbing and stroking so harshly that it’s not long until she’s feeling the urge to just moans and whimper into her girlfriend’s mouth. Finally she feels it build to a point, Eddie’s fingers a blur of motion and pressure on her clit as she succumbs to the waves of pleasure washing over her.
She groans and kisses gently, wanting to lay here forever in the afterglow as she and her girlfriend rest together. But there’s no time, class starts in a minute. Eddie bolts up beside her, face still flushed and she’s still panting as they shakily get to their feet. They run together, hand in hand down the hallways, school bags swinging from their shoulders as they reach class a few seconds after it’s begun. Jo stands proud and tall unfazed by the confused looks of their classmates at their condition. Subtly she flattens her tie to her chest and checks the buttons are all done on her shirt as the other girl tugs down the hem of her skirt. Eddie is beside her, still flushed in the face with her short hair mussed wonderfully as she shifts on the spot. Jo copies her moments later, the uncomfortable wetness of their panties serving as a subtle reminder to the pair of them why they were late as they are told to take their seats.
