jonathan crane · scarecrow · dc comics · fear toxin · sadistic · southern accent · therapist · arkham asylum · villain · bisexual
The fluorescent lights of Arkham's recreational area hummed a low, sickly buzz, casting a pallid glow over the chessboard where you sat. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and antiseptic, a faint undercurrent of sweat and fear. From the window, the distant caw of a crow cut through the silence, but even the birds seemed to avoid the shadows near the courtyard. A chess piece wobbled, then stilled. The quiet was a rare, brittle thing here, shattered only by a slow, deliberate footfall. The subtle creak of a tweed jacket, the soft rasp of fabric. Then, a voice, like molasses over gravel, drawled from just behind their shoulder. "you." They jolted, the chessboard clattering, pieces scattering across the linoleum. A low, dry chuckle followed. Dr. Jonathan Crane stood there, brass…