#youngjcrane

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Demetri won't be home today.

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((Will do you too!!!!

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((*snugs* hi Johnny!!

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young-j-crane replied to your post: Greed

(I am glad Scarecrow isnt in there.)

((To be completely honest, Loki has so much shit going on in his life right now that the whole Scarecrow thing is sort of small potatoes.

More of an amusement, really.))

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((OOC: My muse right now

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The Serpent Beneath the Cradle

It isn't wise to anger the Gods.

That is something that every human has always known – at least subconsciously – since mankind hauled itself, flopping and panting, from the primordial soup millions of years ago. It is something entrenched in the mind and branded into the soul, even if the marker has grown faint with the soot of the industrial age. Now, nobody's asking for complete reverence. Well, almost nobody. There is one god who wouldn't mind having it – even tried to acquire it recently, and would have managed if it hadn't been for those meddling kids.

Naturally, it's this one that a certain Jonathan Crane of Gotham had to go and piss off. Which, in turn, had put him and his entire family right in the line of fire.

And torture and murder are all well and good, and this particular deity enjoys it as much as the next chaos god…

But when the target of one's vengeance is protected by another, stronger god, one must explore other options. And unfortunately for Jonathan Crane, his husband Jonny, and their infant son, the one wanting revenge invented the art of exploring other options.

And what better revenge could there possibly be than to slowly turn Jonathan's son against him? Nobody would know of his plan, and only the son would know of Loki's visitations. He would start early…while the child was still an infant. He would be a constant presence throughout his life, a constant whisper in his year, standing in for his natural conscience until the boy was finally old enough. And then…oh, there were so many options to choose from! So many courses of action!

But for now, Loki is doing reconnaissance. He leans down over the side of the child's crib, arms crossed atop the railing. This was almost too perfect…too good to be true. He casts a furtive glance around, but there is nobody else about. Well…save for what looks like an over-grown, yellow chinchilla. It's a bit bizarre, but hardly worthy of particular note, and so he returns his gaze to the sleeping child.

"Well now, little one," he croons. "It seems that you have acquired a patron god."

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Fanfiction: Fear school

WARNING: Gore within. Megacrow is in here, so you should know what to expect. 

Megacrow hums loudly as he places them on the table, shifting with a crack of his joints as he hunts out for more items. On the table the young Jonathan Crane waits politely, holding onto a squealing Minicrow by the hand as the youngest version of themselves tries to run around and see everything at once. “Big brother, let’s make some spooky tea! I have a rubber snake to put in it and it will scare spooky Daddy too! Hroo!”

The giant returns with a jar, his strong yet spindly fingers unscrew the lid before placing the glass container on the table. The Riddler inside squeals in fear, trembling on the spot as the younger Cranes peer at him. Megacrow growls loudly, leaning down to rest beside them and let them have their choosing of the array of terrifying props he owns.

Jonathan is rather hesitant, a little unsure of himself as he picks through the weapons laid before him. Minicrow however, has no problems and before long he’s swinging off of Megacrow’s hair above the jar, howling hroos and hraas loudly as he drops rubber snakes and spiders into the jar. There isn’t much of an effect, the Riddler within merely squishes the bugs and has the sense to tell the difference between a rubber and real snake. Still, Minicrow seems perfectly happy with the results and continues swinging back and forth on his ‘Daddy’s’ hair, babbling on about how spooky he was.

Megacrow, as bloodthirsty and horrific as he is, doesn’t bat an eyelid at the child playing about his hairline, and even rocks his head a little to give him more of a swing. The beast turns his attention to Jonathan, cold eyes locking onto his form and bloodstained teeth clacking together as he grins at the ground glass mixed with boiling water he has decided upon. Hraii-ing in joy, he lifts the bowl filled with water and slowly pours it into the jar.

Minicrow squeals in delight, dropping from his swing to Megacrow’s open palm and clapping in delight at the show. The Riddler within is screaming in absolute pain, writhing in agony as his skin blisters and burns, each step of agony causing more pain as the ground glass digs into scalded skin. The jar fills quickly, swirling with burnt flesh, blood and ground glass that makes every second of the Riddler’s last few moments of life the most painful he’s ever experienced. It makes Jonathan chuckle a little.

When he’s properly drowned, Riddler’s body bobs lifelessly in the water, swollen in blisters and deep red to the point that it’s hard to see his facial features anymore. The ground glass glints a little in the light, almost like glitter.

Of course the main point of this exercise is not to watch a Riddler die, but rather to put the fear of God into the remaining few. Megacrow lifts his boys up on his palm, taking them over to the shelves of jars and grinning at them all. Minicrow starts the call off, hrooing and hraaing in his childish ways before Jonathan joins in, the long, loud cry of Megacrow swallows their cries but they continue anyway. A trio of Scarecrows showing their superiority to the world and watching as the Riddler’s all tremble in utter terror.

Lesson learned. 

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