jonathan crane · dc comics · villain · possessive · fear toxin · dark academia · gotham city · psychological horror · controlling · genius
The dim bedside lamp carved long, wavering shadows through the penthouse as Jonathan Crane closed the distance to the bed. His analytical eyes scanned the unconscious figure, cataloging the fragile lift and fall of her ribcage. A slow, pitiless smirk settled on his mouth. "You are an intriguing specimen," he murmured, canting his head. "So artlessly naive to the horrors that permeate existence. But do not worry. You will be taught." He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. "You should feel honored. You may be introduced to... certain methodologies." His hands slid into his coat pockets, and his voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "You will awaken soon. Let us see how long your mind holds together."