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2022-11-17
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Jonathan Crane x Reader Oneshot

Summary:

Very short one-shots featuring:
-Being held captive by the Arkhamverse Scarecrow
-Being Jonathan's (Cillian Murphy) therapist at Arkham
-Comforting upset Jonathan (Charlie Tahan)
-Getting jealous of your boyfriend Jonathan because he's kidnapped a girl

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Captive (Arkhamverse Jon)

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Panic races through you as you struggle against the fraying ropes that have you tied to an old wheelchair in the operating room of Arkham Asylum. The room ranks of blood and that sterile smell from doctor's offices that puts you on edge. The door creaks open behind you, it's agonizingly slow. You have this slight hope that it's Batman come to save you but there's no way he would know yet, The Scarecrow had just broken out. You were the guard for his hallway and this is where you ended up after everything going black.
        A bony hand ever so slightly touches your shoulder and drags their finger down your back causing you to shiver visually. 
        "Shhh. I haven't even tried to scare you yet." Jonathan says behind you, you can tell it's him because you've heard his raspy voice mutter unsettling nonsense from his cell before.
        You can't respond to him, your mouth is gagged so tight the sides of your lips are bleeding and your throat is dry. Jonathan comes into view as he walks around to view you from the front. His head is tilted eerily and his unblinking eyes are on yours. You look away. 
        "Look at me." He says harshly putting his bloody finger under your chin and tilting it up gently.
        You're forced to meet his eyes. You scowl at him to show him you aren't scared even though you're shaking. He puts the syringes on his fingers that hold his fear toxin. You shriek slightly trying to jerk backwards. 
        "Shhh. There's no need to be afraid of needles. They only pinch a little and they're always for the better good," He says removing your gag, "Well these needles aren't for medical purposes. Just science. Think of it that way, you're sacrificing your body for science."
        "You're going to kill me?" You cough.
        "Well... yes." He says bending down to your eye level.
        As soon as he's close enough you free your arm enough to grab his sack shirt thing's collar and yank him toward you. He's lighter than you thought and his face goes smashing into yours and his body crumples on top of yours. You both sit there for an awkward second  not moving. You should be scared but all you feel is embarrassment. He tries to get up off you but out of fear you're securely clutching his shirt collar. On realization you release it but not before he jerks against it. You can feel your face heat up.
        "I-im sorry. I'm awkward. I guess. Never thought I'd be awkward when an insane person is try to kill me. But awkward. I'm still just as awkward. Oh geez I'm rambling sorry." You stumble trying to speak but just give up. He's staring at you and you can't place his facial expression.
        "It-it's fine. I um just didn't know what you were doing." he says also awkwardly. You didn't know mass murderers could be socially awkward.
        You smile at him because that's what you usually do when someone's shy, you've just never dealt with a shy supervillain. To your surprise you think you see the corner of his mouth go up a little too.

Chapter 2: Jonathan Crane fluff

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Excitement rushes through you because you know it's time for the session with your favorite patient. You try to squash down the excitement. Giving therapy to insane people at Arkham shouldn't cause romantic butterflies in your stomach, yet it does when it's time to talk to Jonathan Crane. He has an intensity in his eyes when he looks at you that you just can't ignore. Of course you bet Harley Quinn felt the same way about the Joker before she went off the rails. You can't allow these feelings.
        You take a deep breath as you open his door trying to inhale reason within you. He's sitting there in his straight jacket with his head tilting to the side slightly. He has a smile on his face. Is he trying to make this hard for you? That smile...
        "Hello (Mx. Y/N)" He says almost playfully. 
        "Good afternoon Mr. Crane." You say with your best getting down to business tone.
        "It's afternoon?" He closes his eyes and laughs once, "I can't tell anymore. It all starts blending together."
        You sit at the table in front of him and pull out all his files. Are you leaning forward? No, that's how you normally sit. He tries to adjust himself but can't with the straight jacket. He gives you an irritated look though you don't really know why. It's not like you put him in that.
        "I think that I would be more relaxed if I wasn't in these constraints." He says in the smooth and calm way he always talks. 
        "I can't let you out of them. you know that." You say sternly but have to break eye contact because he's smiling again.
        "I would never hurt you (Mx. Y/N)." He says putting on what's almost puppy dog eyes, "Please? I can't stand it any longer."
        He looks so honest that you believe him. He hasn't made any threats or done anything to deserve being in the straight jacket. It must be horribly uncomfortable too. You can't believe how much of an idiot you are as you start freeing him from the constraints. This is exactly how Arkham employers get murdered and you're falling right for it. But... Jonathan is different you think. He's been so open with you. You feel like you really know him.
        As soon as he's free enough he lunges, knocking you against the wall. You can't believe how dumb you are as he presses your shoulders into the metallic wall. You feel you're about to cry but that's when he mutters a thank you before placing his lips firmly on yours. You can feel his heart beat against yours as he deepens the kiss and lowers his chest onto yours. You're kissing him back now, your hands around the back of his neck. You have never been kissed like this and you have never kissed someone like this. Honestly, you think, that if he asked you to be his Harley Quinn in that moment that you would leave with him without a doubt.

Chapter 3: Comforting Jonathan

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As soon as you are in the hallway to your apartment you know something's off. Your boyfriend Jonathan is usually quiet but the whole complex is just oddly silent. Where the heck was everybody? It felt completely abandoned. You reach the door to your apartment. You had told Jon you wouldn't be stopping by until six but you had gotten off work early. You press the side of your head against the door to try to hear something, anything, from inside. 
        You hear... singing? You can only make out the tune. You knock softly on the door and everything falls silent. You don't hear the footsteps to the door but you can hear someone unlocking the door. The door creaks open and Jonathan's scarecrow mask appears. He's in it but you can't see anything but his eyes. They have no expression in them.
        "Jonathan...? Are you going to let me in?" You say nervously. 
        "You aren't supposed to be here." He says. How welcoming.
        "Jonathan are you okay?" You say reaching to take off his mask.
        He flinches away at your touch leaving the door ajar. The apartment smells like blood. When you reach for his mask this time he just stands there. You gently pull it off his head. His long hair is all over the place, he's quivering, and his eyes are red. You envelop him in a hug and squeeze. You can feel his body shaking against yours. When he's scared it scares you, which is a lot. You put your hand on the back of his neck pushing your fingers up into his hair and holding his head against your shoulder. He wraps his arms around you sniffling.
        "Shhh. Shhh. It's okay." You mumble as you press your lips against his soft cheeks. 
        "It's not okay. Fear isn't something to be ignored. It's built into us for a reason." He says aligning his face with yours. 
        His eyes stare into yours with that intensity that you love. His lips are inches away from yours. You press yours to his gently. He pulls away.
        "You have to leave. And never come back. The Scarecrow is-"
        "A hallucination." You say putting your hands on each of his shoulders.
        "No..No!" He says backing up, "I'm The Scarecrow! He will possess me and he want's you dead! Because you cause me fear! I fear something will happen to you and he doesn't like that!..." 
        He backs into the bedroom and you follow him trying to talk sense into him. When you enter the bedroom you gasp. You know where the blood smell is coming from. You see all your neighbors, everyone from the apartment, the old lady next door, the family one floor down, they're all in there. Not a single one of them is alive.

Chapter 4: Jealousy

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You walk into Jonathan's old library and are engulfed by the smell of old and moldy books. It's not a bad smell. You see him sitting in his large backed arm-chair reading one of his psychology books. He looks rather regal his pointy chin in one hand and his legs crossed. He runs his hand through his hair completely unaware you walked in. 
        "Jonathan. Why is there a woman locked in a cage sitting in the kitchen?" You say hands on your hips getting straight down to business.
        Jonathan jumps, startled, looking over at you with his big brown eyes. He pushes his glasses back up his nose and has a very innocent look for someone with a woman trapped in a cage.
        "Oh her? That's just Susan." He says brushing it away with his spindly hand casual as can be.
        "Who the heck is Susan!?"
        "I told you about her when we first started going out..." He says looking hurt that you don't remember.
        You turn on your heel and fling open the big mahogany doors to the library and leave. You have no clue who Susan is but she's rather pretty and you find yourself kind of jealous. You can tell Jonathan is following you not because of his quiet footsteps but because of the creaking as the library doors open again. He's fast to catch up with you because of his long legs. He gently places a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to glare up at him.
        "Please let me tell you about Susan?" He pleads.
        "Frankly, I really don't want to hear about Susan." You say turning and taking the staircase two at a time as you descend to downstairs where Susan is in the kitchen.
        As you enter the kitchen Jonathan comes sliding past you in socked feet. He frantically opens one of the many boxes he has sitting around the kitchen and pulls out a large granite headstone that he slams on the counter. You cringe as it dents the wood. He quickly turns it around and when he does Susan screams. The headstone has Susan's name on it. Jonathan smiles sweetly.
        "See? I'm just going to kill her, she vandalized my locker in junior high." He says with joy as he puts a hand on each of your shoulders.

Chapter 5: Jonathan Crane fluff part two (requested)

Summary:

Your wish is my command trulyincorrigible. Hope you like it.

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“What the heck are you doing!” You gasp as Jonathan releases you.
“Thanking you Doctor (Y/N.)” He shrugs casually, hands still on your shoulders.
“No! You-You were kissing me!” You try to sound mad even though you aren’t.
His eyes look playfully into yours, he knows your lying. He was a psychologist too once upon a time.
“I meant no harm, I hope I didn’t frighten you,” He whispers, “It’s just you kept looking like you wanted to kiss me in our session.”
Your mouth is ajar at the chill audacity of this man. He notices and gracefully lowers his mouth to yours again. You shut your mouth and turn away.
“No?” He questions his brows tilting up in mock hurt.
You nod your head staring at him incredulously, “There are freaking cameras in here Crane!”
“Guess we better get out of this place then.” He says like it’s the normal solution to the problem.
He walks away tilting his head side to side in an attempt to loosen the stiffness from the straight jacket. He wanders over to the metal door that’s unlocked, you thought there was no need to lock it when you came in. He rolls his shoulders back before opening the door. He holds the door open and gestures to the hallway giving you a questioning look. He’s actually asking you to follow him and break out of Arkham. Who does this guy think he is? Well whatever it is he thinks he is you must believe it too because you follow right after him.
“(Mx. Y/N) would you mind fetching my inventions from wherever they are hiding it from me?” He asks taking the gun you keep on you for protection while working at the asylum.
You can’t believe you’re doing this. You let a psychopath have your gun and now you are getting his infamous poison that makes its victims see their worst nightmares.
You enter the locked room using your keycard and begin scanning the shelfs for his toxins. You seem something that looks like some sort of contraption that sprays them. You stand on your tip toes trying to get it from the top shelf. Your fingers barely grasp it and you pull it towards the edge. Before you can catch it it comes toppling down on top of you knocking you to the floor.
You sit up and see that it’s releasing the gas. You try to run for the door before it reaches you but your vision gets shaky and your brain goes into a dreamlike state. You reach for a shelf to steady yourself but your hand touches nothing and you start falling but you don’t stop. The floor is no longer beneath you and it’s just a deep chasm with fire at the bottom. It reminds you of something an artist would draw to inflict a fear of hell to those who looked at it.
You gasp and try to grasp the edge of something, anything, so you don’t fall into the fire but when you do it feels like a cheese grater against your hand. You yank away to see only the bone of your hand remaining and the rest of the skin slowly falling away up your arm.
You choke on a sob and are breathing so fast you feel you’re going to hyperventilate. You almost scream any breath left in you out when cold fingers wrap around your entire body. You look up to see what’s holding you. Whatever it is has caught you before you fell into the fire but it doesn’t seem any safer. It’s long and stretched out abnormally and it’s skin is the texture and color of ash. You can’t see the rest of it because it’s wrapped in a pure black cloak and has a plage mask with embers in it’s eyes. All you smell is burning flesh.
Your brain farther and farther into oblivion as it morphs into a fever dream mindstate. You finally begin to come out of it again when the plague doctor has shrunk to normal size and you’re being held against his chest. It has its arms wrapped around you and you flail trying to escape but can’t.
“Shhhhhhhhhhhh.” He whispers, dragging it out longer than needed.
He sets you down on something soft and squishy that your body melts into fitfully. You almost allow yourself to calm down but the monster is still above you and touches your arm making a pinching sensation that elicits another sob.
“Doctor (Y/N). Did you like my toxins?” The monster says.
The illusions are fading and the plague mask dissipates from the man’s face revealing Jonathan Crane’s.
“I meant for you to fetch them so I could use them on the guards, I didn’t know you wanted any.” He smirks, pulling the syringe with the antidote out of your arm.

Notes:

Thank you so much for reading it means the world to me!
I may add more oneshots eventually.