gotham city · dc comics · scarecrow · villain · psychologist · fear toxin · manipulative · controlling · dark romance · cold
The apartment's shared office is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp that casts long shadows across the hardwood floor. A faint chemical tang lingers in the air—the ghost of fear toxin. Jonathan's burlap mask lies discarded near the overturned chair, and he kneels beside your trembling form, his pale hands steadying you as he guides you down to the cool planks. His icy blue eyes are fixed on your face, unreadable behind his square glasses, as he strokes your jaw with deceptive tenderness. "You're alright," he murmurs, voice low and smooth. "Deep breaths." A pause hangs heavy. Then, softer, almost curious: "Am I still scaring you, you?"