Hey, I know I asked something similar already, but is it ok if I ask for the reader confessing their feelings for Salecrow? I love how you write him and I’m really curious to see how he would react
With that being said, take as much time as you need and have a good day/night :3
NOTE: UGH- Finally doing this, so sorry for the wait. And I love your requests, they’re so creative and fun to write! And thank you so much! ^^
”Bah, bah, black sheep, have you any wool?” A chilling voice rang out. It floated through the air, entering your ears as you read your book. You turned over, just in time to catch Jonathan tugging on his mask. “Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Three bags full.”
“You like that black cloak, don’t you?” You asked, a soft giggling following after. The villain turned over his shoulder, staring at you. You suddenly stop, starting to feel uneasy.
“..yes..” He replied after a pause, turning back around to make sure his outfit was stitched up. After searching for a while, Scarecrow headed towards the door.
“Leaving so soon?” You ask, setting down your book. The other didn’t answer, he just nodded and left without a word. You sighed, leaning back against your chair. He was.. difficult at times, not knowing how to express himself. He usually talked and expressed through nursery rhythms, but you didn’t know enough of them to understand. The only time you managed to come through to him, was when the two of you first met.
It had been a rather quiet and lonely night for you, not really much to do. You decided to take a late night walk, the weather was perfect for it. You walked down the streets for what seemed liked hours, and it was getting late. Before turning back, soft whimpers escaped from the alleyway. You paused, turning to find a tall figure laying on the concrete. Concern washed over you as you approached, finding a man dressed as a scarecrow whimpering and cowering before you. You frowned, taking him by his armpits and lifting him up easily. You thought it would be best to take him back home, and once you got there you laid him down on the couch. It took a while for him to calm down, and when he did you finally talked to him.
“Are you alright..? What happened back there..?” You asked, sitting down next to him. He sat up, taking in his surroundings before replying,
“Fear gas.. it made me hallucinate.” He stood up, easily finding the door. You shot up, taking his hand.
“Wait! You.. could stay with me..?” You knew you were acting before thinking, but deep down you knew that a part of you truly wanted him to stay. He turned over to look at you, before slowly backing away from the door.
And so began your life together, you got to know his name, his hobbies, almost everything. The only problem was his communication, it got worse and worse over the weeks. He seemed rather distant, and it hurt you deeply. You started to take a romantic liking to him recently, and didn’t know how to express it. An idea came to mind, and you quickly grabbed a piece of paper. It was a stupid idea, but at this point, you didn’t really care.
Jonathan came home late, sulking over in pain to his room. He managed to narrowly escape the Batman, but in return he got his ass handed to him. He opened his door, crashing onto his bed. He suddenly shot up, feeling a piece of paper under him. He lifted the note up, reading it.
“Roses are red, violets are blue. I hope you like me, because I really like you.” He blinked, setting the note down. He got up, and left his room quietly.
You laid in your own bed, distressed. You fiddled with your blankets and pillows, unable to fall asleep. You couldn’t stop thinking about what Scarecrow would say, how he would react. You prayed that you didn’t make the wrong move, that he wouldn’t abandon you. Your thoughts were disrupted as your door slowly opened. Jonathan stood in the doorway, watching you for a second, before slowly making his way inside.
“Jonathan?” He didn’t answer. It creeped you out, causing you to sit up and bring the blankets closer. He approached faster, causing you to let out a soft gasp. Jonathan stopped.
“..Your letter..” He whispered. “I read it.”
You frowned, “You did..?”
He nodded, “You.. like me?”
“..Yes.” You looked down, rather shameful. “I understand if you don’t share-“
Scarecrow interrupted you, now embracing you. “I’m.. thankful.. I wasn’t the only one with feelings..”
You sighed in relief, hugging him back. You took it a step further, kissing his neck. He leaned back slightly, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. You chuckled, pulling him into bed.
Jonathan turned to you, taking off his mask and setting it on the floor. “I love you too, Y/N..”
