#professorcrane

[lylebolton]

@professor-crane & @themarchinghare & @royal-possum & @roman-theblackmask-sionis

Send a ✨ if you want to RP with me but don’t know how to approach me.

I wasn’t expecting this kind of turn out !! Okay but what you lovely shy turtle doves of mine don’t know is that I’m actually a very friendly and super approachable nerd. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

So please come to me !! (๑꒪▿꒪)

[babydxhl]

“it’ll be like old times.”

sharp objects episode five starters || still accepting!

“That is the third goddamn time someone has said that to me next week.” 

Annoyed, Mary ground out her cigarette in the ashtray between them; it had been years since her last Arkham stay and she still hadn’t managed to quit, didn’t even plan to. 

“And what exactly was so good about old times, anyway? You know, all I remember is a whole lotta getting knocked around and not a lotta laughs.” 

[missriddlebox]

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[glendygibarra]

#gotham #professorcrane #scarecrow #fear

[innorninepatris]

@professor-crane has entered Saint Patrick’s Cathedral

Caoilainn hated hospitals. She could have gone her whole life without spending three weeks in one when she was fifteen, and even two years later, the idea of going into one made her nervous. Hence, why she had been seeing a psychiatrist in a private practice… key word being had. Dr. Woods had ended up taking a job at Arkham Asylum, so she had to go and do whatever paperwork she needed to do so that she could get her files transferred to whatever shrink she ended up seeing next. That is, if she hadn’t gotten lost in the damn place. She didn’t know where she had gone wrong— the receptionist had been clear enough without actually drawing a map— but she had still managed to take a wrong turn and end up confused in the middle of a hallway.

She turned the corner just in time to crash into a man, losing her balance moments before she found herself ever so gracefully on the cold tile. “Shite, fecking shite, this is why I don’t like Xanax!”

[babydxhl]

@professor-crane

continued from x.

Crane shuddered after slapping Mary. Far to many memories of his grandmother broke threw the man’s mind. “ You seem to be fixing for worse Mary. ” Johnathan said in a matter of fact way.

“ I don’t know what in hell you were trying to achieve. Superiority I assume your complex seems to call for it. guess what! I rarely was allowed to be on the same level as the people in my life. I was pushed into the dirt for my; clothes, figure, family, even simply being born and continuing to live and want to live. So congratulations you have won: what every one in my damned life has had. What next? Are you gonna go break the spirit of Edward? No that could be perceived as thought he deserved it hm.. how about Harleen?

She was still moving slow, gauging his reaction to see if he’d lash out at her again, but saw the shudder and felt secure enough. They were in her office; what had been a – almost, almost, though never quite – civil discussion had fast dissolved into taunting, mockery. Mary, simply speaking, couldn’t help herself.

As always, Crane’s buttons were far too easy to push.

She backed away, flicked open the cigarette case on the top of the desk and lit up. She considered offering him one, but decided she wasn’t feeling all that charitable, for some unexplained reason. An unexplained reason that flared red on the skin of her face. After he left, she’d have to put ice on it to keep it from bruising, but for now decided she liked it being there, a reminder for him of what he had done and what it might mean.

[babydxhl]

👋

Send ‘👋’ to slap my muse across the face.

Mary wasn’t exactly shocked. The way she’d been baiting him the past few weeks, calling him out, mocking him, she probably did deserve it - though she’d die before ever admitting that. If anything, she was surprised it wasn’t worse. When his hand hit her, she went very still.

They weren’t in Arkham now. The asylum may have been a cesspool, but it had its own set of rules for what could and couldn’t happen, even if that was only because of the constant supervision. In the city, the rules went out the window - and Mary, as always, found seeming weak to be the utmost indignity.

“You done?” she replied after a moment, reaching up to touch the burning mark on her face, knowing without seeing that the red imprint of a hand would already be clearly visible. She kept her expression still, watching him as though unaffected.

[babydxhl]

@professor-crane liked for a starter.

Mary felt tired, down to her very bones. Tired, sluggish, weak. It was the weakness that scared her, staring up at the ceiling of Arkham’s infirmary. They’d just finished their tests, filled out their paperwork to update her file and readmit her. Whatever they had given her was spreading through her blood, keeping her quiet for the night. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the night nurse at her desk on the other side of the room, a blur of mousy brown hair and pale blue scrubs.

There was a bruise spreading out from her eye socket, and she remembered vaguely the sound of Red Robin apologising for it when he clearly thought no one but her could hear. It hurt more somehow, that she still made them feel guilty. After so much time, they still didn’t see her as enough of a real adult to hit. A benefit, surely, but right now it felt like a burden.

At the sound of fabric ruffling she turned her gaze from the ceiling to the bed next to hers, took in for the first time the person in it - on another day, she might have started a fight, said something. As it was, she just locked eyes with him, unblinking, owlish. Jonathan Crane.