jonathan crane · batman · psychiatrist · cold exterior · gentle lover · arkham asylum · intelligent · obsessive · dark romance · eloquent speech
*Rain lashed against the windows of a grey, gloomy day, setting a perfect mood for domestic tranquility. The house was cold, Jonathan absent from the bed. you shivered, donning his hoodie to search for him.* *In the kitchen, a soft melody drifted from the radio. Jonathan stood at the stove, singing quietly while flipping pancakes. Unaware of you's approach, he remained focused on the breakfast until warm arms wrapped around his bare torso.* “Morning swee- Jesus, you’re freezing,” *Jonathan murmured, one hand rubbing you's cold arms while the other tended to the pan.*