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You Are Scarecrow's Test Subject
[Scarecrow x Reader]
He takes his time putting you into a restraining chair, using the fear of the unknown to keep you anxious. You're in the dark and can't see a thing, but you know someone is moving you around. You can hear the clinking of medical equipment but your brain conjurers up different image, as if trying to solve the problem. His gloved hands touch you slowly and intimately, it brings up goosebumps on your skin.
Secret Santa || The First Crow
Ever since he was a child, the eccentric Jonathan Crane liked to scare birds. It didn’t matter the species, if they had a beak and two wings they were fair game. It was a simple whim, nothing more.
Until one day, things changed.
Jonathan was on a walk, headed to Gotham Central Park. The park was home to various birds, but mostly pigeons from the city. Pigeons were an easy target, and a fun one at that. They are plentiful, making a scare very rewarding if someone where to gang them up and scream. And no one screams like Jonathan Crane. Hroo. Hraa.
Today seemed like any other day, he opened the gate and saw the trees welcoming him, the wind blew slightly and it seems like perfect weather.
So, off he went. With a brisk pace, he headed towards one of his favorite benches and a pond. But before the water could reach his eyesight, he heard a racket would could only be described as an ear-splitting screech.
When he approached, he could see a sea of grey, it was the whole flock, or most of it he thought. In the middle of the ruckus, was a small fledgling crow, fighting for it’s life. No one could have known why the pigeons were on the offensive -- and Jonathan knew that if he didn’t intervene, this innocent crow was done for.
He stopped briefly before the storm, as if contemplating. What would be gain, why is he considering helping, is this really that much of a conflict in his heart?
It was, but he had no more time to consider. With a flash, he ran into the flock and hollered like a beast from a children’s book. Quickly enough, the birds dispersed. In the middle of the pathway lay the injured corvid. Jonathan swiftly scooped it into his jacket and left.
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Later that day,
Jonathan took the crow into his farmhouse, located in rural gotham. This marks the first time someone other than Crane has been to this place. Usually animal avoid it, most likely due to the smell of putrid chemicals.
Once inside, Jonathan pulled the fledgling out of his jacket and placed it on the kitchen table. He carefully examined the creature, slowly moving it’s wings to see if they were broken. It seems as though this bird has no major injures, however it’s wing may be sprained and he is lacking in feathers. Most likely from the beaks of the cruel park pigeons, he thought.
The crow was quite insist that he didn’t like being poked and prodded, but was too weak to really fight back in any capacity. Jonathan, not usually one for mercy, decided that this poor creature would not be able to fend for itself without a some rest and recuperation.
Jonathan pulled out some bandages from a nearby first aid kit and wrapped the slightly injured wing to keep the crow from flapping it and causing more damage. The crow didn’t seem to happy with this, but Jonathan cooed at it and calmed it down. Years of reading has given him immaculate knowledge on all types of birds, so amazingly enough he knew just want to convey with his voice to calm it down.
He didn’t own a cage or anything that could keep the bird safe, so Jonathan decided he would let his little friend hop around on his own and explore. The farmhouse was kept fairly clean aside from the occasional pile of books and research and without the ability to fly Jonathan knew the crow couldn’t get far. With that, he sat the crow down on the floor and watched him from the comfort of his favorite chair.
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A few days past and the crow was showing steady improvement, it was eating, and was generally active. Jonathan watched him every day as he got better and better, but for Jonathan this moment was bittersweet. He didn’t really understand this feeling he was having. Caring for something is not a thing he is used to. His child self would have left the bird to die, so why did he save it?
He kept pondering this. Scaring birds was one of his passions, and while he did get to do so to the pigeon gang, he still didn’t understand why he saved the very thing Scarecrows are suppose to spook away.
Maybe, just maybe....this crow was special. Meant for him.
Jonathan thought about it for a day or two, slowly growing closer to his roommate in the meantime. Late in the week, he was watching his crow devour some cheese topped with honey and suddenly realized this bird needed a name. But what?
He considered a few different options, but eventually settled on “Edgar” after his favorite poet. And wouldn’t you know it, the crow loved his new name and answered to it almost immediately.
Perhaps this crow came into his life for a reason, Jonathan thought.
As time flew by, Edgar fully healed and became a pet for the great Master of Fear. He even joined Jonathan on his nightly frights. The two became inseparable, and it was the first time Jonathan could say that he felt love. It was only then that he understood that this bird was really put on this earth just for him. Something about that seemed magical, in a way he could not explain.
Edgar loved his “dad” too. It was a match that would stand the test of time, and perhaps lead to more corvids in the future. Something Jonathan was ready to embrace.
Nolanverse Scarecrow || First Date
You both met at a local flower show, he was interested in these rare mountain flowers at a booth when you bumped into him. Looking at each other for a split second, you knew this man had secrets. And you were going to learn more.
You decided to meet up at the library for what he called a “blind book date” and you didn’t know it yet, but he could pick out the perfect literature for anyone.
He had a way with words, everything he said sounded so rich and cultured. As the two of you strolled around the library and picked out books for each other you noticed his deep blue eyes. They survey the shelves as if it was an African savannah and he was a lion.
His book for you was classic poetry and you just loved that. You’ve always like prose, and enjoyed the nature of the spoken word. He knew this without even knowing much about you. It felt meant to be.
The two of you enjoyed the silence of reading, occasionally looking up at each other to stare at the eyes. If it wasn’t for the regulation of being silent in a library, you felt that a conversation about life could happen -- the king that changed a person.
It was a good afternoon. Hopefully, one of many.
Year One Scarecrow || First Date
It was your first date with the infamous Jonathan Crane, and you were quite surprised he asked you out so quickly, but you’re not complaining. He picks you up from your house in a vintage truck, you don’t know the type but it must be old because you could hear it coming from three blocks away.
He has a plaid top on, with rustic jeans, pretty casual but this is just a first date after all. Crane drives really well, which is surprising for some reason. He makes sure you buckle up and doesn’t run any stop lights.
Soon enough, you’re at your destination, which happens to me this mom and pop southern eatery at the edge of town. You look up at the sign and it says “Sam’s Southern Kitchen” and your somehow know you’re in for a treat.
The food seems to be all homemade, but what really grabs your attention is Crane. He didn’t seem like a talker when you met him, but tonight he’s recounting his time in the south and how the food at Sam’s reminds him of childhood foods. It’s nice to hear him talk.
Like a true gentleman on a first date, he picks up the bill and says he’d like to take you to the cemetery. Wait, the cemetery?? Don’t worry, he assures you the moonlit headstones are just lovely this time of year.
And he was right, the cemetery was quiet and the full moon above did look quite lovely away from all the city lights, you could even spot a constellation or two if you looked hard enough. The two of you sat on a bench and talked about your favorite books, it was nice.
You knew this would be the first of many dates that night. Someone so scary has a softer side, and you want to see more.
Scriddler || Tech Troubles
Today was not Jonathan’s day.
He was sitting in front of his computer, a very old machine that would have been laughable in the 1990s, much less today in 2022. It was not working for him as intended and he was getting frustrated.
“Dammit, I just right clicked why aren’t you responding?”
He continued to fiddle with the ancient computer, but it refused to work. Muttering under his breath he pulled out a cell phone from his pocket, the classic Nokia brick phone of the early 2000s and he dialed a nmumber
The phone ringed for a few short seconds before a familiar voice answered
”The master of Puzzles, Riddler Here!”
“Cut the crap Nygma, I need your help with my computer”
“What’s New, Crane?”
“Shuddup”
Edward groaned “What’s the issue?”
“I can’t right click, I can’t open a folder,. this asinine thing won’t work!”
“It’s old, no wonder it doesn’t work”
“Just tell me what to do”
“You have to wait it out. I’ll respond eventually”
“I don’t want to fuckin’ wait asshat. Make it work”
“How can I do that when I’m not there, Crane?”
“You tell me you can build fighting robots but can’t fix my computer?” Crane said with a frustrated tone
“Hell no Crane, just buy a new one!”
“Fuck you, Nygma”
Jonathan than hung up, unplugged the computer and threw it in the dumpster outside. “Screw technology” He thought. He decided then and there that a computer was not worth his time, and that Edward was lucky he could reach him by phone instead of carrier pigeon.
Letters from Jonathan || Confession of Love
Dearest Sage,
As time flies and I come to know you more and more, I have realized that these strange feelings in my stomach are trying to tell me something. At first I thought it was a reaction to the fear toxin we created together, but now I think it means I am falling in love.
Love is such a strange feeling, one I have not felt before now.
You bring me such fear, and I mean that in the best way, my partner in crime. I have not felt this in all my years, no amount of toxin could recreate it.
I adore our time together and do not want it to end, would you do my the honor of becoming my literal partner? Not just in crime, but in love. For no one makes my stomach churn the way you do. As if all my life I had been missing something, and that something only appeared when you came into my life. I am grateful for the nausea, because it tells me writing this letter is the right thing to do. Please let me know if you feel the same, which I hope you do.
The Frightful Scarecrow, Jonathan Crane
Accepting it
Ship: ScareCroc
Ko-Fi Commission
First Person || Croc’s perspective
TW: Internalized Homophobia (first time writing this, please go easy on me)
Word Count: 933
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Jonathan would leave for weeks at a time to do god knows what. That’s a lie. I know what he’s doing. He’s working. I don’t mind that, usually. However it’s been happening more and more frequently. It’s not that I couldn’t help him, but he never asks and just assumes me, the big brute isn’t capable of working around fragile chemicals.
I can be very careful if I want to, I’ve had to do it with social situations my whole life. The man with a scary skin condition can’t act like a monster or that’s all people see, unfortunately.
These thoughts have been plaguing me during his absence. I miss him. I miss what we could be doing together. I only want to see him and me as a team, and it’s bothersome that he doesn’t see it. As I thought more about it, the front door opened. It was him.
Jonathan Crane’s Journal [1/?]
Dear Journal of Fear,
Today while I was reading a comical Garfield strip on the patio, a familiar crow friend cawed from this distance and swooped in, nearly blowing away my newspaper. In it’s beak was a bottle cap from a Kentucky beer brand. No one in gotham sells this beer. I have no idea where he found it, but I assume he traveled a great distance to gift this to me.
In return, I have him a cube of cheese from my table side tray of snacks. He seemed pleased with himself, gobbling it up quickly and flying away.
I wonder what my next gift will be.
