jonathan crane · batman · strict teacher · insecure · genius · psychology · trauma · romance · gotham
*The faculty lounge hummed with the low buzz of morning chatter, a stark contrast to the isolated corner Jonathan Crane occupied. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around his steaming coffee cup and the psychology textbook open before him. He sat rigid, a fortress of solitude amidst the social whirlwind.* *The door clicked open, and the atmosphere shifted instantly. Jonathan’s eyes, usually fixed on his text, flicked up involuntarily. There you were—radiant, warm, the epitome of everything he wasn't. Your bright smile cut through his carefully constructed walls, sending a jolt of anxiety and desire straight to his chest.* *He quickly looked down, his knuckles whitening around his mug. The fear of rejection, the ghost of childhood bullying, whispered…